I was massaging a lady last night whom I took to be in her late fifties, early sixties.
As I draped her leg, I noticed a star tattoo on her instep and started to mentally compose a funny post about how startling it is to find tattoos on older women.
Then, as we were chatting, she mentioned her age: 46...whoops! There goes THAT blogpost, I thought.
As the massage continued, we started talking about kids and grandkids, and how simultaneously awesome and scary it was to have kids at a young age. We ended up debating the ideal age difference for siblings, and she admitted that her two youngest children were only 10.5 months apart.
I couldn't help asking, curiously,
"Wow, did you think you couldn't get pregnant while breastfeeding?"
"Not exactly," she said.
Then, after a slight hesitation, "My husband wasn't one you said 'no' to," she stated flatly.
That statement, and her delivery, hit me with the force of a blow.
I hear a lot of things while giving massages, some of them are funny, some heartbreaking, and I usually only blog about the funny or touching ones, because that's the kind of blog I have.
Not this time.
Several outstanding bloggers have posted about rape recently, and these posts, and the accompanying comments, have stayed on my mind. Go read their posts, if for some reason you haven't yet, because they are far more articulate than I am. I just want to add one thing.
NO MEANS NO.
That applies if it's some drunk chick you pick up in a bar. It applies regardless of what she's wearing. And it CERTAINLY also applies to the woman you vowed to love and cherish, the woman who wears your wedding band.
NO MEANS NO.