Dear Sexual Assaulters, Fu*k You.

The dust is finally get kicked up by the breeze. The darkness that we’ve held for days or years is seeing the light. Not going to lie, all the sexual assault cases that are coming up in the media have been bringing up some feelings of my assault four years ago in Pisa, Italy.


I’ve been beating myself up a little bit because I didn’t report. I was in a foreign country with two girls I just met and getting out safe was my first thought. I didn’t report because I didn’t think the Italian Police would take me seriously, or do a good job investigating. Remember the Amanda Knox story? That didn’t go too well for her. I also don’t speak Italian and thought, fuck it. There’s no point. I justified my reasons for not reporting by reporting his hostel, Central Station Brandi’s Guest House on hostel websites to be taken down.


He should be in jail. He could be doing this to other female travelers. I also don’t know if there is anything I could still do being that it was four years ago. It makes me angry that I didn’t do anything. But let me tell you, I completely understand why women don’t report. I feared I wouldn’t be taken seriously or believed. But man, if I could see that guy again and tell him how I really feel, I would.


So, Carlo fucking Brandi. . .


Fuck you for hitting on me when I clearly said no.

Fuck you for getting a hard on because you saw that I was an American girl with an Italian passport. For some reason, that turned you on, you sick fuck.

It was never okay for you to pick me up from the ground to force me to kiss you.

It was never okay for you to hold me so tight, I couldn’t wiggle myself away from you.

I was so angry and said “Fu*k you, get away from me, go get me my change so I can pay the room.”

It was never okay for you to push me into a corner down the hall from where my friends were staying.

It was never okay for you to touch my breasts and force me to touch your disgusting dick. While you tried to force your hand up my shorts.

I froze.

Fuck you for ruining my first time visiting Italy.

It was never okay for you to force yourself onto me when I said no.

I pushed your face away from mine and kept saying “STOP.”

And you know what you said? “I fucking hate you.”

Well, feeling is mutual.


Fu*k you for having the audacity to think you have the right to touch me against my will.