Rape Poll Time
Aug. 24th, 2012 12:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turnonmyheelsHeather was over last night. The discussion was heavy as it tends to be when it's just the two of us and we wound up discussing Rape Gate or whatever you call it. We shared our stories with each other, something we had never done before.
Second semester freshman year in college that would have been 1994 a bunch of us girls were hanging out in the dorms drinking, smoking, playing cards as you do and we wound up on the topic of sex, which often happens around women in my experience, or at least happens around me because I enjoy talking about sex.
ANYWAY
9 women in a dorm room all aged 18 - 19
8 of us had been sexually assaulted and/or raped
That ninth woman she was a virgin. She was also raped the next year -- date rape, a guy got her drunk and didn't take no for an answer. Only two of us had been beaten or held at gun/knife point. All of the rapes were by people we knew well and considered to be friend or lover. None at the time confessed to incest. None at that time reported their attack.
I forgot to make the poll anonymous and I apologize for that.
[Poll #1862219]
ETA:
My own stories behind the cut.
I was fourteen-year old virgin dating a seventeen-year old [also virgin]. We weren't allowed to leave my parent's house because of the age disparity. Our dates consisted of renting a movie from Action Video and watching it at the house. Our regular making out got heavier than normal one night, my pants and panties were around my ankles, his pants down around his thighs. One minute he was on top of me kissing me and I was *into* it. He asked if he could. I said yes.
When I felt him press against my vagina with the head of his penis, I freaked out. I started saying, "stop, stop, no, no." I was shaking my head, trying to knee him, pushing him up and away. He covered my mouth with his hand so my parents couldn't hear me yelling at him to stop and then he raped me.
I bled for a week. I continued to date him. Our physical contact never went beyond above the clothes petting after that. He played a 'joke' on me about a week later and told me he had tested positive for HIV. About two weeks after that I told him I was pregnant. I wasn't. I let him stew in that for another couple of weeks before telling him the truth.
He took someone else to the prom.
We broke up right around the time he graduated high school.
He contacted me on Facebook when I first got on there. He sent me several personal messages apologizing for what he had done to me. Explained that he was a youth minister and every year he would take the boys aside and tells them story of my rape [my words not his, his were 'what happened'] as a teachable moment.
When I was fifteen years old, I snuck out of the house late at night with my best friend Lacie, Scott a guy who was my cousin by marriage, and another guy. The two boys had some moonshine. I drank enough of it to get extremely drunk in a short amount of time. Lacie and Scott were in the front seat. The other guy and I were in the back. We drove to the nearest city and got some Krispy Kreme doughnuts. We were on the ride back and pulled onto the onramp of the highway. As we went around the curve, I was slung onto Harry. He grabbed me by the back of my neck, unzipped his pants and stuck his penis in my mouth.
BITE IT! BITE THAT FUCKER OFF
I'm sure everyone out there is screaming. Let me tell you something. I DID. I bit. I chewed on it between my back molars. I tried hitting him, but I was tiny and he was HUGE. He eventually came in my mouth, pushing so far back into my throat it triggered my gag reflex. I suppose he could tell I was going to puke because he shoved me away. I banged against the car door and did my best to roll down the window before I puked all over everything. I didn't succeed.
By Monday morning, every one in school knew that I had given him a blow job. And from that moment on, I was a whore, slut, tramp, etc.
The next sexual encounter I had, I was 16. I didn't want to have sex with Lance. But I didn't say no. You know why? Because in my experience, saying NO didn't stop them. It was easier to say yes. At least that way I could tell myself I wanted to have sex.
Comments are welcome in the poll.
Second semester freshman year in college that would have been 1994 a bunch of us girls were hanging out in the dorms drinking, smoking, playing cards as you do and we wound up on the topic of sex, which often happens around women in my experience, or at least happens around me because I enjoy talking about sex.
ANYWAY
9 women in a dorm room all aged 18 - 19
8 of us had been sexually assaulted and/or raped
That ninth woman she was a virgin. She was also raped the next year -- date rape, a guy got her drunk and didn't take no for an answer. Only two of us had been beaten or held at gun/knife point. All of the rapes were by people we knew well and considered to be friend or lover. None at the time confessed to incest. None at that time reported their attack.
I forgot to make the poll anonymous and I apologize for that.
[Poll #1862219]
ETA:
My own stories behind the cut.
I was fourteen-year old virgin dating a seventeen-year old [also virgin]. We weren't allowed to leave my parent's house because of the age disparity. Our dates consisted of renting a movie from Action Video and watching it at the house. Our regular making out got heavier than normal one night, my pants and panties were around my ankles, his pants down around his thighs. One minute he was on top of me kissing me and I was *into* it. He asked if he could. I said yes.
When I felt him press against my vagina with the head of his penis, I freaked out. I started saying, "stop, stop, no, no." I was shaking my head, trying to knee him, pushing him up and away. He covered my mouth with his hand so my parents couldn't hear me yelling at him to stop and then he raped me.
I bled for a week. I continued to date him. Our physical contact never went beyond above the clothes petting after that. He played a 'joke' on me about a week later and told me he had tested positive for HIV. About two weeks after that I told him I was pregnant. I wasn't. I let him stew in that for another couple of weeks before telling him the truth.
He took someone else to the prom.
We broke up right around the time he graduated high school.
He contacted me on Facebook when I first got on there. He sent me several personal messages apologizing for what he had done to me. Explained that he was a youth minister and every year he would take the boys aside and tells them story of my rape [my words not his, his were 'what happened'] as a teachable moment.
When I was fifteen years old, I snuck out of the house late at night with my best friend Lacie, Scott a guy who was my cousin by marriage, and another guy. The two boys had some moonshine. I drank enough of it to get extremely drunk in a short amount of time. Lacie and Scott were in the front seat. The other guy and I were in the back. We drove to the nearest city and got some Krispy Kreme doughnuts. We were on the ride back and pulled onto the onramp of the highway. As we went around the curve, I was slung onto Harry. He grabbed me by the back of my neck, unzipped his pants and stuck his penis in my mouth.
BITE IT! BITE THAT FUCKER OFF
I'm sure everyone out there is screaming. Let me tell you something. I DID. I bit. I chewed on it between my back molars. I tried hitting him, but I was tiny and he was HUGE. He eventually came in my mouth, pushing so far back into my throat it triggered my gag reflex. I suppose he could tell I was going to puke because he shoved me away. I banged against the car door and did my best to roll down the window before I puked all over everything. I didn't succeed.
By Monday morning, every one in school knew that I had given him a blow job. And from that moment on, I was a whore, slut, tramp, etc.
The next sexual encounter I had, I was 16. I didn't want to have sex with Lance. But I didn't say no. You know why? Because in my experience, saying NO didn't stop them. It was easier to say yes. At least that way I could tell myself I wanted to have sex.
Comments are welcome in the poll.
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Date: 2012-08-24 07:41 pm (UTC)I did every stupid thing, including ending up drunk in the apartment of my two male friends when I was 22 and they were 23 and 24. I was so drunk that I went in the shower with all my clothes on and came out, without turning off the water, half naked. They wrapped me in a towel and put me to sleep in one of their beds, I don't even remember which.
This could be a horrible story, but instead it just gave me a terrible hangover.
I'd hooked up with both of the guys at one point or another earlier. One of them wanted to date me.
This could be a horrible story, about how one or both of them raped me and how in the eyes of society I would have deserved it, what was I thinking, but instead it's a story of how I had good friends. I never questioned whether I'd be safe with them, and it turned out I didn't need to question it. I don't think they ever congratulated themselves for not being rapists either. They made fun of me a lot for getting so fucking drunk.
That's how every story like that should end.
One of those men is the Penguin, and I'm married to him now.
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Date: 2012-08-24 07:51 pm (UTC)