Rape
Trigger Warning…
“The following
blog is inclusive of details that some may find disturbing or accentuating to a
potential trigger, please be aware I mean no offense toward any persons living
or dead. The blog post below contains graphic details of a hypothetic account
of rape. Should the subject matter have affected you personally in some way, my
heart goes out to you.”
Rape, yes that word, that awful, nightmare of a word,
maybe we should say it together, “Rape” did you? Let’s try again after me… 1,
2, 3, “Rape” Good. How did that feel?
It was sometime last year I think it was when the
Republicans in the USA made it quite clear their idiotic and disgusting stance
on rape, if I may quote…
1. Todd Akin: “If
it’s a legitimate rape, the female body has ways of shutting that whole thing
down” - mid 2012 Senate Campaign
2. Clayton
Williams: “If it’s inevitable, just relax and enjoy it” - mid 1990
Gubernatorial race in Texas
3. Chuck Winder: “I would hope that when a woman
goes in to a physician with a rape issue, that physician will indeed ask her
about perhaps her marriage, was this pregnancy caused by normal relations in a
marriage or was it truly caused by a rape. I assume that’s part of the counselling
that goes on.” - March 2012
4. Ken Buck: “A jury could very well conclude
that this is a case of buyer’s remorse … It appears to me … you invited him
over… the appearance is of consent.” - October 2010
5. Rick Santorum:
“I think the right approach is to accept this horribly created — in the sense
of rape — but nevertheless a gift in a very broken way, the gift of human life,
and accept what God has given to you… rape victims should make the best of a
bad situation.” - January, 2012
As well as this, there is this frequent situation of
person(s) whom seem to think it is acceptable to utilise the subject of rape as
though it were a point of comedy, as well as laws and politicians whom seem to
dance around the subject without getting to the core of the matter. The core of
the matter simply is this; no one seems to understand, apart from the
unfortunate victims, of what exactly rape is, so that being said, I will
describe in great detail, exactly what rape is…
Wikipedia states…
Rape is a type of sexual assault usually
involving sexual intercourse, which is initiated by one or more persons against
another person without that person's consent. The act may be carried out by
physical force, coercion, abuse of authority or with a person who is incapable
of valid consent, such as one who is unconscious, incapacitated, or below the
legal age of consent. The term is most often defined in criminal law.
Here’s what it really is…
The scenario is this, you’re a young woman, size 8-10
approximately, 5 foot 5 inches tall, you weigh approximately 9 – 10 stone, you
know of no martial arts or any form of self-defence and you’ve been out with
friends at a party, a tad intoxicated you’re walking home late at night and you’re
alone. As you walk down the street you
come past a park with hedge rows and ears still ringing from the music in your
party dress you feel like you’ve had a good time. In your hand you’re in the
middle of texting a friend when, wham, a hand clasps over your mouth and you’re
being dragged backwards into the park, you try to scream, arms and legs
flaying, can’t see who has got hold of you, mobile phone goes flying. You try
to resist but this attackers grip is like a vice around your much smaller
frame, in this unlit park at this ungodly hour in the pitch black you find
yourself thrown to the floor knocking the wind out of you.
You try to scream but the attacker punches you so hard in
the face you feel a tooth crack and the taste of blood well’s up inside your
mouth. The attacker slaps you in the face with a commanding,
“Shut up you fucking bitch!” In a frightening male voice,
your confused, scared to death, everything is spinning, can’t focus when you
feel your underwear being violently torn off, now your exposed, you go to
scream again but the attacker muffles your voice with his hand, this attacker is
then unzipping his fly as you try to struggle to get away until another heavy
blow lands in your abdominal region completely knocking the air of you again as
your heart continues to pound so hard and fast your feeling dizzy, can’t get
away.
You start to cry but this monster in the dark seems to be
without heart or soul, as he forces his waist up between your thighs and you
feel the agonising burn of unsolicited penetration as his erect penis rips into
you, probably tearing your labia in the same instance, you feel the warmth of
his panting breath on your face as he proceeds to thrust and pound into your
body, each thrust escalating in the agony of the moment and the agony of your
body, his hand grips your throat to the point of choking as he quickens up
deepening his penetration while your struggle and writhe beneath what feels
like a gorilla who has utterly no thought to your suffering, completely
impervious to right and wrong, but that is neither here nor there as you cry
and try to scream for help but nothing comes out in the confusion.
Then he stops, then he withdraws, you’re shaking,
quivering, what’s going on? Then you feel your body being flipped over, in
almost an instant epiphany you surmise what’s going to happen and your worst
nightmare is confirmed and he pushes mercilessly into your anus, the screaming
heat, burning and the excruciating agony, as he stuffs your underwear into your
mouth to gag you, it won’t stop, it won’t stop, it won’t stop, your being
raped, defiled, attacked, brutalised and it won’t stop. The attacker thrusts
harder, practically splitting you in half, tears rolling down your face, no one
to help you, no one anyway, please make it stop, someone please make it stop,
this just goes on and on, thrusts, heaving, pain, agony, it just goes on and
then, then he climaxes, the explosion inside your limp and beaten frame, he
lies atop of you and his breath panting past your ear, you’re in a quivering
agonising state of total forced submission, terrified, confused and your entire
body throbs.
Withdrawing you cry out in pain as he stands over you, “Fucking
bitch” you hear that ugly voice, landing a sharp kick in the abs again, again,
tearing at the air in the lungs. Disappearing into the night he is gone, but
you’re not, you’re there, still there. Lying in the dirt, shaking, sobbing,
cold, bleeding; it’s dark, it’s as if time has stood still, you’re still there,
sobbing, crying, alone, cold. You cautiously raise your head and scan around,
making sure he’s gone; a slow, shaking bruised arm extends to barely attempt to
pick yourself up, as you slowly rise you wince with the pain, every inch hurts,
the taste of blood in your mouth as you try to spit it out, but feel sick and
nearly throw up. You manage to stand but
your bruised, in so much pain, you seem to be bleeding from everywhere; you
stagger from behind the hedge row and into the street; lost, traumatised, no
one around while you limp in some direction in your torn and muddy, blood
stained dress, memories of the earlier part of the night utterly dissipated with
the fury of what took place. The whole
world is alien now, you barely know where you are or what direction you were
going in, can’t make sense of anything.
A group of girls come down the street; they take one look
at you and the expression of horror is absolute, you barely manage a whisper
“I’ve been raped, please help me!” And you fall to the ground in uncontrollable
sobs, one of the girl’s calls on her mobile to summon an ambulance.
Yes indeed, you have just been raped.
But guess what? It doesn’t end there either, now comes
the endless questions, the indignity of being examined, poking and prodding,
police interviews; as if that wasn’t worse, did the attacker use protection? Do
you now have an STI? Are you HIV positive?
Then the nightmares, then the feelings of how he came
inside you, the worms, that stuff he put inside you and the scars you will bear
for life. Forever.
Facing your family again, the sorrowful faces that greet
you, the endless sleepless nights and should they catch the bastard; you’ll
face him again in the cold lights of a court room as graphic details of what
happened to you are shouted out to a jury. And don’t even go there when you
discover you’re pregnant with the rapist’s child.
So, Todd Akin, Clayton Williams, Chuck Winder, Ken Buck
and Rick Santorum, plus all the A-Holes that think this whole enigma is a
laughing matter or a question of a gift from god, are you laughing now? Is it
funny now?
Let’s go one step further, the abhorrent description
above, guess what? It’s merely a template, imagine if you’re a child and your
father does that to you, or a defenceless young boy and your parish priest does
that to you? You’re another woman and there’s gang of rapists who take turns on
you, over and over and over again. Just take that in for a second, in your minds,
just let that drop feed into your conscience for a moment.
Rape, is never ever funny, Rape, is never ever a gift
from god, Rape, is never ever excusable, Rape is never due to what a woman’s
wearing, Rape, is never ever a laughing matter.
Rape is a horrific sexual assault; the worst of its kind,
Rape is never ever just about the moment, it stays with its victims for the
rest of their lives, constantly walking down the street in fear and paranoia
forever, even after their attacker has been caught, tried and convicted,
assuming they ever catch that scum at all.
How on earth is that a gift, how on earth is that funny?
I think it is high time some people need to get real about what rape really is.
Thank you for reading.
VisionGhost ©
