All of the above and more. His intention and my response.
As I’ve said a few times, but which isn’t nearly as interesting, is that human sexuality is not black and white, cut and dried, right and wrong. There are lots of cases where the line between pushy guy/wishywashy girl and rape is very fine.
And if I were a man saying that, the uproar might be a little easier to understand, but I’m a woman. And every woman I know well enough to talk to about this agrees with me about it. And I think that people who are well grown and have had an active and relatively varied sex life who deny this reality are not being honest. People who have led active sex lives with multiple partners are extremely likely to have experienced variations of “reluctant girl/pushy guy”. Hell, the really experienced (myself included) might have experienced “reluctant guy/pushy girl”. When that situation ends in sex occurring, it’s not automatically rape. And when it really kinda is, like it was with me, it’s not the end of the world, and there’s no reason we should WANT it to be, but a whole lot of people do, it seems.
And someone earlier in the thread made the excellent point regarding fetishizing purity and how that smacks up against this subject. That’s part of what I’m talking about. It’s not honest, and it’s not even healthy to work on being as outraged as we can possibly be at every unfortunate instance of sex that isn’t plainly 100% agreed to in blood by all parties beforehand.
My rape was lesser because I was a slutty girl who was having random sex with boatloads of people for lots of bad reasons. This was one guy who really didn’t do it for me and after a certain point I knew I just didn’t want it, but that was so far into it already and he was just drunk and pushy and didn’t want to stop and I just found it simpler to get it over with than freak out, scream, get hysterical or struggle to physically throw him off my body, which appeared to be the options at the time.
He wasn’t a criminal rapist, just a pushy shmuck and I was just a wuss and it wasn’t a big deal. And yippee for me. I think it would be pathetic, sad, and scary if here, 36 years later, I was traumatized about it. I think it would have been pretty ridiculous to have been traumatized about it at the time, given my general behavior at the time. It wouldn’t really have made any sense. Why go into trauma over something that was just a tad ickier than the sex I was having with all the other people? For the drama queen jollies? No thanks.
And because I know I’m not a unique person and this was not a unique situation, I use it as an example of what I mean by a lesser kind of rape.
And that in no way whatsoever now or at any point in the thread is the equivalent of my saying “All Date Rape is Lesser And Victims Have No Business Being Traumatized” and the people in this thread who are saying it does are lying. Probably because it’s more fun than actually engaging in the conversation, but maybe because they are really incapable of seeing anything but the red that rises up at the mention of rape. Or the name Stoid. Who knows?