Details on this morning

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Today I had agreed to go to the station and air Democracy Now for Ian since he's out of town. I had to catch the rapid at 5:57am, so I was walking the 11 or so blocks like I do everyday. I felt something weird. First, a car with two dudes pulled over to the side and asked if I needed a ride. Of course I said no and kept walking. Then I got down, under the bridge, just steps away from the rapid station, and this guy walked up to me, held a gun to my stomach, and made me give him my bag. Inside were my phone, wallet, all my notes for C-Space, my fucking lunch, my life..........I ran to the rapid station, and of course no one had a phone, with only about five people up there at that time. I called the RTA police and had to fucking wait ALONE until they showed up, only for them to tell me that it didn't happen on their property, so I'd have to call Cleveland police. And then they just left, and I was alone again! A bus came to the station, and the driver was nice enough to let me use his phone. I called J, and he came and got me. Then I had to come home and call the fucking police. Not that I even like the police, but I guess I have some illusion that perhaps my things could be recovered. So then a fucking police officer had to come INSIDE MY APARTMENT in order to take my statement.

I'm all shook up, and wondering how I'm going to continue to live as a woman in the city who gets around on her own, using public transportation. This is strike three--first the masturbator, then the guy who showed me his nuts on the train, and now this. I don't want to live in fear, and as a woman, I know I have to find some point between fear and safety, but I don't know how that is going to happen.....