Now Rape

The statistic thrown at us (by what authority I know not, because ordinarily no authority is cited; but which I complacently accept for purposes of argument because it sounds about right) is that one in thirty-three--say, 3%--of men have experienced "attempted or completed [?] forcible rape." Which means that another man has, without the victim's consent, and/or contrary to his will, attempted, or successfully attempted, to put his (the rapist's) erect penis into the victims's rectum--and, if really successful, the rapist has ejaculated, depositing his sperm; while, if doubly or really-really successful, the victim also has ejaculated, either messing the front of his pants or, like Onan, scattering his seed on the ground. No doubt, considering the difficulty of the endeavor, there are a great many more attempted, than successfully completed, forcible rapes of men; but even by that most restrictive definition, I myself can, and do, claim the status of Official Rape Victim (as per this blog of July 15th, last year, in which the particulars of my being raped are spelled out),  with all the rights and perquisites pertaining thereto of talking about Rape, expatiating upon it, and drawing conclusions, both general and particular, about it.

The first thing that strikes me about Rape is that--despite its present universal and hysterical disfavor with the Sex--it is, or can be, many different things, not all of them criminal, nor even unseemly or unpleasant things, depending on the circumstance, the judgement of the victim, the nature of the actual physical act of rape, and the intent of the rapist--as, for example in the classical instances of the rape of Proserpine by Hades, or of the rape of the Sabine women by the men of Rome. In my own experience, although my consent was decidedly not solicited, and while I was very much surprised by being raped (by a man whom I believe to have been Portuguese, a couple of years older than I was at age twenty)--notwithstanding--I was thrilled, delighted, pleased and pleasured by it; certainly not humiliated, displeased or hurt by it.  In fact, given his superior strength, and the extraordinary size and beauty of his uncircumcised, erect penis (what little I saw of it)--plus the fact that, having robbed me at knifepoint of all the money I had in my wallet before he raped me, when he had  done raping me, he graciously gave me back half of the money he had taken from me--I was touched, gratified and honored by his raping me.

Later, when I would masturbate to the memory of being raped, I would think of my rapist's flashing Latin eyes, his ferocious inarticulate growling, his large shapely hands sliding over my body beneath my clothes, and how he nearly crushed me in his embrace when he ejaculated. And I, belatedly realizing that he had found me as beautiful and desirable as I had found him, with a melting heart,  would attain ma Jouissance solitaire.