RE: Mormon: "There is no such thing as rape."
December 3, 2014 at 7:26 pm
(This post was last modified: December 3, 2014 at 7:27 pm by Violet.)
(November 26, 2014 at 8:32 am)Nope Wrote: What many people fail to understand is that rapists are opportunistic cowards. They wait until their victim is vulnerable. The frightening thing is that we are all vulnerable at some point in our lives so how exactly should I prevent my own possible rape? What would I be taught that I don't already know?
Women are taught to view men as potential rapists. That is unfair to both men and women but that is what happens when society focuses on how victims can prevent their own attack.
It would be unfortunate indeed if we were to mistakenly blanket all rapists as being cowards. Some of them get it... after all, take someone by surprise and they may as well have been comatose. Where's the thrill? Where's the fun... in that? How could one rape the unwary without feeling... bored? That's not the kind of person that I am, and I'm sure that there are others who think as I do; less of fear and more of depravity arisen from boredom.
But the people you speak of? They're also vulnerable... and many of them do it by mistake... they are weak... they lose control: they are human. Just. Like. You. And are they scared? Yes, many of them are. Perhaps they'll never forgive themselves... there is a reason that most rape happens during passion. If only for a moment, if it's forgivable... failure.
Woman and men are all "potential rapists"... such a shame, really... because if you treat someone like they're an inhuman monster long enough: eventually, they'll start to believe you. They're so disgusting, eh...? Such a girly man, eh...?
Improve life for everyone, decrease devision among everyone... and people won't be as likely to be out to get you.

(November 26, 2014 at 4:39 pm)abaris Wrote: Every time I see mormon in a thread, I first read moron. Freud might have a field day with me.
That depends... when you see 'moron', do you think 'sausage'?

Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day