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The Difference Between Intimate Passion and Rape

People who ask for permission every time they want to initiate physical intimacy with their partner have NO fucking passion in their lives.

What’s the point of being in a relationship?

If she doesn’t communicate to YOU that she DOESN’T want it, how can she expect YOU to do all of the communication? It’s a two-way street.

This does not mean that a man who continues physical intimacy after a woman says “No” has the ethical high ground. But if you ask “Is it okay if I kiss you” EVERY FUCKING TIME you want to kiss her, she is going to leave you due to boredom.

It’s on BOTH partners to communicate effectively, but it must be remembered that passion is INCREDIBLY important in a relationship, and PASSION IS NOT INHERENTLY RAPE

Of course, in SAYING this, I am not offering solutions to PREVENT rape, or what to do AFTER it occurs; but, the most effective way to prevent rape, in my opinion, is a gun. When he starts to try to rape you, kill him. It’s the most effective solution.

“Teaching men not to rape” is childish on MULTIPLE levels, as it patronizes male NON-rapists, and doesn’t deter a man who is willing to rape. It’s attempting to solve a problem with insufficient means, and will only serve to decrease the self-esteem of those shy men who only want PASSION in their lives (I am a firsthand account of this, as this deeply affected me growing up. In fact, you could say that it made me “sexist“. (Feminism creating “male chauvinists”? Ohhh yes. It should be completely fucking obvious why this is the case)).

I’ll never say that there aren’t problems with the way that rape is treated from a rape-victim’s perspective. And I’m not going to compare victims here. But anyone who attempts to discredit male victims of false rape accusations have already discredited themselves.

I have yet to discover if ignorance or covert malevolence comes more into play with emotional issues like this, but I think it’s a combination of both.

In conclusion, I think the best solution to rape is a gun.

Treating all men like children will not slow down rape.

“Rape” must have a clear, coherent definition.

There is a point when unwanted sexual advancement is NOT rape, and a point when it IS. For instance, a compliment on one’s attractiveness, even if it is lewd and unwanted, is NOT RAPE. Smacking women on the ass in public IS sexual harassment, AS ARE verbal sexual compliments when she has made it CLEAR to you when she wants you to stop.

But what of the lovers, when he wants anal sex and she doesn’t? And he keeps asking, and she finally gives in? Is THIS rape?

Of course not. She consented, even if begrudgingly. This is NOT rape. I can’t believe this has to be explained.

What if she consented, and then regretted it? Of course not. Keyword: “consent.” Not until she tells him to stop. (Communication is a very nuanced thing).

And what if drugs are involved? Simple:

If she CHOOSES to do the drugs, WITHOUT being physically coerced, and then, while high, agrees to have sex, AND THEN LATER REGRETS IT, then it is CLEARLY not rape, as she made her choices and gave her consent. Therefore, it is SHE who must live with the consequences, INCLUDING the GUILT she might feel: NOT HE.

Physical coercion is a different matter ENTIRELY.

And, of COURSE this isn’t to suggest that there is no such thing as rape. That’s an ignorant conclusion to take from this.

Passion is not rape:

RAPE IS RAPE.

Jokes are not rape.

Books are not rape.

Video games are not rape.

RAPE. IS. RAPE.

(And if you’re stupid enough to ask “Why are you obsessed with rape?”, I’ll simply ask you: “Have you been living under a rock?” If you have been, then go to this site and propose that same question to its users).

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I don’t want to mention any names (but I do anyway), and CERTAINLY other people have had it worse than I did, but, nonetheless, there’s some problems here with how I was raised, and with conservative morality, which teaches people to repress their honest emotions with the rationalization that “other people have it worse”. It’s just quite frankly UNLOVING, to be honest with you…

Sometimes, shoddy things just happen.

That’s a lesson that I had to learn early on in life…

Over and over and over again…

Depression, once a seemingly insurmountable obstacle, that I would have to hope and pray would go away, now does not seem as daunting.

Granted, I have not reached that level of darkness that I have frightfully reached in the past…

But thankfully, I’m older, and I understand things better now, and all of that fear and confusion from my youth, which led to a longlasting depression, now are only painful memories instead of a fearful reality.

I suppose that’s the silver lining, although looking back on it, it is still excruciatingly painful…

That isn’t even mentioning the conservatism that followed suit after that…

And then the atheism, and then the assholishness, and then the dark comedy…

I was lashing out against conservatism BAD, and fucking RIGHTLY so…

Also, I STILL don’t know how I got out of that depression…

The depressions that I feel nowadays are, in my opinion, of a different variety, and of different things.

But the events that were occurring during my life as a kid were just far too confusing to comprehend, and, honestly, some of the parental choices that my mother made (which were, quite frankly, dreadful, despite her good intentions), no doubt made me quite emotionally cold, as much as she would hate to read that…

I suppose that’s all part of the past, now, however…

I’ve never really liked to analyze the darkness of my past, but now, it feels more controllable…

That also explains why I’m so forgetful: shitty stuff made me train myself to be forgetful so that I could forget all of the shit my mother did to me (abandonment, a couple of quick, unpredictable strikes to the face for cursing (hypocritical, I might add…), stuff like that), and how she reacted when I confronted her about it (playing the victim), and all of the shit she did for years following that (pretty much abandoning the family for years, then dropping in and trying to be “loving” for a couple of minutes before taking off again), and it explains why our relationship is still semi-strained to this day (well duh…no shit).

It’s dark stuff…

I haven’t really thought about my relationship with my peers back then, but it’s pretty dark as well.

And, I honestly, completely realize now why running away from dark things just doesn’t work.

Here lately, I have been completely accepting my depression, and not running away from it, and have accepted the “flaw” or “brokenness” that I have (as, I guess, I used to think of it), and although, of course, it is depressing, there’s something relieving about not running away from it anymore…

Of course, depression is dark. But it’s REAL. If you have it, running away from it doesn’t work. Conservative moralism doesn’t work (God forbid!). To be honest, I can’t exactly explain what works, but all I know is that from here, I’m going to continue to deconstruct my past, and ignore pretty much every single piece of advice that I’ve ever been given, because I know that it will point me in a more apropos direction for myself…

But now, it makes me wonder about my previous mistakes, and how I can know if any of my decisions are going to pan out or not…

I suppose, that’s the part of age, where you can only discover that for yourself, and through hindsight…

Thank you, movie, for bringing back these blackouts that were previously pains.

I can tell that reliving this pain is going to make me a more effective, competent writer, as I’m not running away from my honest feelings, and not doing what other people tell me to do just because they care about me, when I know that it is the wrong direction for myself…

And perhaps, this is what my loved ones want…

Even though they tried to steer me in a direction that I didn’t want to go (as all parents do to some degree, honestly…), and I know it wasn’t malevolent (although some of the decisions were honestly terrible), I can see that some of their philosophies are counter-intuitive to my personality, and now, I have a more developed sense of rational thought to realize this, an increased vocabulary, and confidence to assert this.

As long as some people don’t try to guilt me into thinking that I don’t love them, all may very well be hunky-dory…

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With all due respect, sir, I think it is you who is taking the plunge…

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