RAPE! RAPE!! (nope. pron. pron.)

Most of rape survivors I’ve known who read/write rape porn say that they do it as a means of taking back control. In a fantasy, a person can control where the action begins, how far it goes, what it entails, when it ends, etc. It’s a way of taking a situation that was completely out of control and gaining power over it.

I did meet one sexual abuse survivor who liked rape porn in a way that skeeved me out but she had no memory of her abuse and I wondered if it was a way to gain control of something she forbid from reaching her consciousness.

There are different types of rape porn depending on the writer, the intended audience, and the the reaction the event is supposed to evoke (I could do a whole thesis on this). Rape fantasies are actually quite common and in no way relate to if an individual will rape or wishes to be raped. Similarly, individuals who play out rape fantasies in real life find no eroticism in real rape (with a few notable exceptions). Something that I’ve always been interested in is the female eroticism of fantasies of male/male rape which can be found in many cultures.

Me too, and I sure wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley, sword or no sword.

And another quote from the article:

Mr. Iveren should stop listening to Yoko Ono records. :slight_smile:

I may be misremembering, but wasn’t there a porno made with an entirely puppet cast? I think I saw a SFW clip during the early days of The Daily Show.

I swear, that’s where I saw it.

'Ello! My name is Inigo Montoya! You raped my … oh.

  1. he wasn’t blaring violent pornography - he was watching a normal porno, which by all accounts would have just sounded like 2 people having consentual sex

  2. he didn’t break into the apt. until about 9 HOURS after he heard the porno

Some hero.

I don’t buy that he only watched it the night before. Hasn’t anyone ever heard of morning wood?

One cutlass of poor quality, but sufficient for hacking wood with. A hatchet, also good for hacking wood with. One bayonet bought mostly because it was cheap and… well, dude, bayonet. Two harpoons. (“Dude. Harpoons. Five bucks.” “Duuuude.” The ride home was spent waving one outside the car and being piratey.) A number of knives of survival size or smaller.
Oh. One spear, african, iron.
It is a measure of debate as to the most intimidating thing in the house is. The crowbar is currently the winner.

What happens when an AP story crosses the desk of a prudish editor.

“Spirit of the Heartland” is their motto, I guess.

You may be thinking of Meet the Feebles. It is an early Peter Jackson film. You will laugh really hard and you will go to hell for watching this movie.

I recall seeing such a The Daily Show episode as well. funny stuff.

If someone burst into my house with a cavalry sword he would me with a much, much larger sword within arms reach.

I’m confused. How can she be a sexual abuse survivor if she doesn’t remember her abuse? Who declared her a survivor?