Reply #129: That's a really well balanced approach to the whole thing, and well q [View All]

well written.

As you say, the first best approach is all in the attitude. There are many battles to be won with good old fashioned bluffing. You've defined it well.. It's rare that a woman will actually ever have to go to the mat to defend herself, luckily. But it's always best to be prepared in some way or another. My motto has always been to have a back up plan; you always have alternatives, be ready to make choices and make sure you always have the advantage, by being alert and aware in every situation you're in.

One of my best first lines of defense for years was the box an uzi came it. Big fancy green and tan box with "UZI AKA 47" written on it in BIG letters. That stayed in view of visually accessible points in my various domiciles.

Another line of defense is a pair of men's shoes parked outside my front door. BIG ones. I'd move them around, keep them clean, etc.

Another one is a "beware of the dog" or "dangerous dog" sign. Big massive cow leg dog bone on the front porch doesn't hurt either.

See, here's the thing. When I was 18 I was abducted by 6 guys who decided that they should all have sex with me. It wasn't a violent thing, they were drunk, horny and thought I should do this for them. I disagreed, of course. I had to take control of the situation, and I did. I made them a wager, and I won. I had to prove to them I had my period, and I did. So my win was 5 lbs of pot... on the way to get the pot, I made them stop at the 7-11 to get me more sanitary products too. I took control of the situation, right?

When I was 21 I was stalked by a serial killer who killed I believe 5 other women. This was in chicago... he got into my apartment 2 times when I wasn't home. The first time he stole a bunch of stuff, the second time he apparently waited for me. I could SMELL him when I entered my apartment, a reak of beer and body odor... The 3rd time, I was home, and knew he was coming through some fortunate instinct. So I turned out the lights and waited for him, fully clothed. When he tried to get in the window I was terrified and ran into the hallway yelling my head off. The cops had the area staked out, and there were 2 undercover cops in my doorway inside of 5 minutes. They didn't catch him that night, but I WAS PISSED.

The 4th time he showed up, I had prepped the window so he couldn't get in, and sure enough, there he was again. This time I knew he couldn't get in though, and I said, "who's there?" And this idiot said "Julio!".. I said, "Julio, what are you doing in my window?" He said, "I'm coming to see my cousin..." and I said, "Julio your cousin doesn't live here, and if you don't get out of my window, I'm going to blow your head off with this gun I've got.." It was like a normal conversation and perhaps one of the strangest I've ever, ever had.

Julio dropped to the ground very quickly and never returned of course.

It's about not allowing yourself to become a victim and fighting with every resource you've got.