Why should I ask such a stupid question?
DarlingBri please believe me that I have gone through this process long ago. I tortured myself with this because I was lead to believe that men had an inate tendency to project their desires onto women; that if I did not keep strict control of my thinking processes then I would end up like the men in the news saying 'she asked for it'
Yes this is rubbish, but children beleive what they are exposed to, and then you keep believing it long after you have rationally discounted it.
The effect of this is that I have never persued a relationship with a woman because I never got unabiguous signals that she was interested. I never practiced the tools of smalltalk because in my heart I knew that I was being dishonest. I was always too close to my lonelyness to not realise that all I was really saying was 'excuse me, while you are standing here may I hump up and down on your leg'
I have this need to be totally truthful. I wish I could step directly into a relationship where a woman already knew the most purile things about me, but of course women assume that anything you show is just the tip of the iceburg.
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Anyway, my own conclusions were that pain is not necessary to make a real life non-concensual situation totally unenjoyable. Suppose a woman forced me to have sex, say by a weakening drug. Suppose she was attractive, made no attempt to hurt me. I would be nauseous with fear. Every second of the encounter I would wonder if the senario would change, even that enjoying it would somehow give permission for anything she did next. If she was gentle I would still fear that afterwards she would just as gently hold a pillow over my face. Or that a month later I would recieve a note in the mail saying welcome to the AIDS club. It would not just be fear of the physical effect, it would also be fear of realising that all that time she was filled with hatred or distain for me.
On the other hand, if these fears were magically avoided then I believe I could enjoy it. I would not feel violated just because a woman used me. I would suddenly feel useful. I suspect that only a male would think that way.
DarlingBri said:PeterPan: I'll tell you what. Let's turn the tables here. I'll take something bigger than a broom handle but smaller than a baseball bat and shove it up your arse. Then you can tell me why rape is wrong.
I imagine that even merely considering the prospect should answer your question. I'm not sure what the point of asking it is in the first place. Do you really need this explained to you? [/B]
DarlingBri please believe me that I have gone through this process long ago. I tortured myself with this because I was lead to believe that men had an inate tendency to project their desires onto women; that if I did not keep strict control of my thinking processes then I would end up like the men in the news saying 'she asked for it'
Yes this is rubbish, but children beleive what they are exposed to, and then you keep believing it long after you have rationally discounted it.
The effect of this is that I have never persued a relationship with a woman because I never got unabiguous signals that she was interested. I never practiced the tools of smalltalk because in my heart I knew that I was being dishonest. I was always too close to my lonelyness to not realise that all I was really saying was 'excuse me, while you are standing here may I hump up and down on your leg'
I have this need to be totally truthful. I wish I could step directly into a relationship where a woman already knew the most purile things about me, but of course women assume that anything you show is just the tip of the iceburg.
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Anyway, my own conclusions were that pain is not necessary to make a real life non-concensual situation totally unenjoyable. Suppose a woman forced me to have sex, say by a weakening drug. Suppose she was attractive, made no attempt to hurt me. I would be nauseous with fear. Every second of the encounter I would wonder if the senario would change, even that enjoying it would somehow give permission for anything she did next. If she was gentle I would still fear that afterwards she would just as gently hold a pillow over my face. Or that a month later I would recieve a note in the mail saying welcome to the AIDS club. It would not just be fear of the physical effect, it would also be fear of realising that all that time she was filled with hatred or distain for me.
On the other hand, if these fears were magically avoided then I believe I could enjoy it. I would not feel violated just because a woman used me. I would suddenly feel useful. I suspect that only a male would think that way.