I was really surprised when Chris Brown and Rihanna got back together after he assaulted her. I was not surprised by their fake break-up this week. Now, Star Magazine is reporting that Chris and Rihanna made a sex tape that Brown is in possession of. Of course. This would explain why Rihanna had to stay with him post-abuse. Not because she has no self-esteem. It was all because she feared the tape, that I will go out on a limb and say doesn’t even exist, being released.
Let me be very clear. I would personally host a screening of footage of me giving a blow job to Carrot Top, and invite my grandparents, if my only alternative was being beat up by a man. In conclusion, there is no sex tape. They aren’t broken up. Rihanna is working hard to hold onto her endorsement deals.
I find the whole thing disgusting. And please-before we deal with a barrage of “You can’t judge, you don’t know what Rihanna’s going through,” comments, yes-actually, I do. I am here to tell you that abuse fucks with your mind. It can make you question everything you ever thought you knew about yourself. You can be one of those I Will Never Let A Man Hit Me women, and turn around one day to find that you are that woman-battered. But guess what? If you have the capacity to identify right from wrong, you must leave. Find a way. There are options even when it seems that there are none. It’s so hard, feels so overwhelming. It. Still. Must. Be. Done.
Thanks to Kevin!