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To rap to rape

Women ask for rape? Women look for rape? Women invite rape? To hear tell, we do all of the above. But to hear tell by whom?

Do we women throw wide open our doors and, while standing naked on the threshold, coax men on the street: “Here boy! Come on boy. Come in. Come on. Don’t be scared. Come on. Come in and rape me. That’s it. You’re a good boy. Good boy. Now hit me in the face! HIT ME IN THE FACE!”

An ex-boyfriend, during pre-coitus play, once said to me, “Rape me.”

I thought about tying him painfully up, beating him badly about the face, turning him over and sticking a broomstick you-know-where; after which I’d proceed to brutalise him with it till he bled and almost bit off his bottom lip in agony. But, that’s not what he meant when he asked me to rape him.

People say women want to be raped because they sometimes ask their beloved to rape them; just like my ex-boyfriend once did.

Listen, when a woman asks a man she loves/likes/trusts/wants to please and be pleased by to rape her, she’s not being literal; any more than my ex was being literal with his request.

A woman in such an instance means she wants her man to playact with her. She wants him to act like many people think men act when they rape: sexually; as opposed to how men really act when they rape: cruelly, abusively, violently.

This is why you don’t find former rape victims telling their lovers, “Rape me.” They know the real of rape and they hate it. They never want to feel it again.

If, in a rape fantasy, a gal’s beau began actually beating and brutalising her, she’d see the difference between rape and play-rape. She’s see it in spades—in black and blue, as in what her skin, ego, soul, Self would be like afterwards.

It’s funny, though, how prepared people are to see some women saying to their boyfriends or husbands, “Rape me,” as a sort of literal plea of invitation to every and any lewd louse in kingdom come.

Funny, too, that this level of “taking it at literal value” is not applied to other well-worn catch-phrases concerning rape of women.

Like the statement, “Women ask for rape,” would see a female walk into a downtown market and say, “I’ll take ten pounds of prime rape, please, trim the fat.”

Or the term, “Women look for rape;” like we look for a good pair of dangling earrings to go with those particular sexy, strappy shoes.

As to that latter, people only look for what they really want and/or love. So let’s correlate rape with the thing almost everybody on the planet really wants/loves and therefore makes the effort to “look for.” No, I’m not talking about love. I’m talking about money.

Do women want/love rape the way people want/love money? Come on.

See, it says a lot that the things many people accept as truth about rape are the things that always favour the rapist rather than the victim.

Why? Because everybody would sooner be in the shoes of the rapist instead of the shoes of the raped.

Why? Because, if it were entirely up to them and they had complete selection between the two, most people would choose to rape than be raped.

Yet… still you say, “Women want to be raped.” Think before you talk.

Come good.

 

 

 

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