Would you be flattered if a gay person said they fancied you?

[Rev. Rye]

Of course, since we were both clothed when he did it (and he couldn't be bothered to pull my clothes away), I'm not sure if it technically counts as rape.

It does. Nonconsensual physical violation of a person is 'assault'... when that violation is sexual (and ^that^ violation IS sexual): it's 'sexual assault'.

It's a form of sexual intercourse that (in this case) is against another party's will, and without said party's consent. So yes. It is technically rape.

I'm sorry

I suspected something like that, although, honestly, I suspect that, at least in legal terms, it might not:

Sexual Assault Defined as A person commits criminal sexual assault if that person commits an act of sexual penetration and (1) uses force or threat of force; (2) knows the victim lacks capacity to give consent; (3) is a family member of the victim and the victim is under 18 years old; (4) is at least 17 years old, holds a position of authority or trust over the victim, and the victim is between 13 and 18 years old.

Since it was technically forced dry humping over clothes (he couldn't be bothered to take either of our clothes away), I don't think there was actual penetration. Legally, I've always suspected what happened to me might, in legal terms, be less than rape, which is why I said I wasn't sure it counted. Well, that, and, when talking about things like this, you don't know whether you're the boy who told the police what Jerry Sandusky did to him or David Gonterman ranting about how gay people made his life a living Hell because straight people in school called him a "fag."

It's certainly assault with sexual aspects even if it doesn't fit the Illinois Penal Code's definition of Sexual Assault.

Then again, the motherfucker's statute of limitation ran out long ago, so this discussion of my own experience is largely academic at this point. The motherfucker's likely going to live and die a free man, even if he is likely to share the same fate as many high school jocks: a miserable lower-class existence having little impact on the world, and likely not even remembering what happened that day in the high school locker room.