Save me from myself

Posted: May 24, 2015 in Uncategorized

I was talking to Rebecca Fisher about her new business venture. She is now a consultant for Damsel in Defense. Normally, I would never use my blog to promote businesses. This blog is about my life adventures (where I fall on my ass) and the book. I promise a good story before I promote.

This business hits close to home. It promotes women taking charge of their life. Not being a victim, and defending themselves. Throughout the three books where Faith is the main character you watch her on a journey of becoming a self reliant woman. In the first book you meet her broken and bruised, and watch her become a woman she can be proud of. I do have her purchase keychain mace when she starts to grown into her own.

Being Faith and Kill’s story takes three books to tell it isn’t something that happens overnight. She was always strong .She knew right and wrong. It was her ability to stand up for this knowledge that takes awhile.

Rebecca asked me if I ever owned a stun gun. I went to describe my adventure in stun gun land.

My first year at Fresno State I dove into school. So much so, my first class would start at the ass~fuck crack of dawn and end when most families had already cleaned up the dinner dishes.

I should tell you this was before I uprooted my life to move to Texas for an asshole I met online. I knew there were bad people out there. I just hadn’t met my monster yet. I was in the clouds that nothing bad could happen to me. Young, dumb, and so much skinnier.

There was a scare around campus. A man was going around raping women. There were flyers all around campus telling us to stick together, and not walk by ourselves.

Because I got there so early I had to park far from campus. After my last class the once filled to capacity parking lot had tumbleweeds blowing through it. My mom gave me a stun gun in order to protect myself.

After carrying the damn thing around for weeks I actually had to reach for it. I have an overactive imagination and with those flyers taunting me at every corner my mind was on high alert.

Then someone started following me. At first I tried to stay calm, bur after seconds my ass was like “fuck that” and I started to walk faster. The person did the same. I reached into my knitted purse to get my stun gun. Because my purse was knitted everything was a jumbled mess inside. My stun gun was pointing up. I plunged into my purse in pure panic when I couldn’t find it. My finger hit the switch, and I shot myself on the inside of my wrist.

After keening a awful noise that most likely sounded like a cat in heat orgasming to its death the person behind said the “shit” turned around and scampered off.

I saved myself from who knows what. Maybe it was just a fellow student maybe someone more sinister, but who will save me from myself?

Damsels in Defense has a variety of items to empower women. The stun gun also has to be activated before you can use it. This would have came in handy. If you want to check out what they have please click on the website

I am thinking of weaving in Damsels in Defense products with my cover reveal. I want everyone to be safe even if it is just from themselves.

  1. lizaoconnor says:

    It sounds like you managed to activate without trying. OUCH!


  2. jenlanebooks says:

    Best self defense story ever! So glad the perv left you alone.


  3. realpeal says:

    A little painful, maybe, but, hey, you got away; proves there’s more than one way to skin a cat… 😀


  4. Pepper spray. You can attach the canister to one of those straps that you can hang around your neck. And pepper spray comes in different spray distances from 10 feet to 30 feet, but to be able to shoot 30 feet, you need the pepper spray that is designed to stop a grizzly bear. I’ve seen that one sold through Amazon but you can buy the 10 to 20 foot distances from Big 5. You have to spray it in their eyes to stop them.

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