Kay so there's a lot of hate going on in this thread. -waves hand- I was molested when I was twelve, right? Big black guy, home alone, won't go into details, worse than a finger. It's left it's mark on me, prolly made me the sex crazed slut I am today, yuh, hate the bastard for it, remember his name well. Always will. I'm not offended by the word rape in the slightest. People give too much power to words, seriously. Should the public room be named rape? Prolly not, it can trigger and is just tacky. Taboos are taboos after all. This whole guilt tripping thing is unnecessary though.