Vintage Prosey Project: 2014 Prioritization — 8/22/12

Updating the blog here to pull old entries from the pros/e/yes archives…in their original order. This project is simply a unification of my personal blog (with a LOT of NSFW entries) and my professional blog.

Changed My Mind…Let’s Have a Hump Day entry…

I like to keep my blog light, mostly. I enjoy making people laugh and smile…and Hump Day is a blast for the sexytime talks, but like earlier today, I’m not really in the right frame of mind to be silly. I wasn’t yesterday either.

The whole “legitimate rape” and “forcible rape” bullshit that is all over the news right now because of Akin’s “misstatement” has my teeth on edge. I think of my sisters…I think of my daughter…I think of my aunts…I think of every woman I know and love (or know and dislike, for that matter)…and everything that we endure for the simple fact that we lack a penis.

I grew up as an only child…but I have two older step-sisters, and older half-brother I’ve never met, another older half-brother who died when he was a baby (and one of the people for whom my youngest child is named), I have three younger half-sisters and a younger half-brother. So when I say that I fit EVERY birth order category, it is the truth. I do.

I wrote about something that happened to one of my younger sisters a long time ago, back when she was barely an adolescent. She was having sex…yes, voluntarily…with a man who was then in his 30s. The question, however, of consent from a 13-year-old kid brings to bear the question of whether a 13-year-old has the capability to understand what consent is, complete with the long-term ramifications. So was that actually sex? Or was it rape?

You bet your ass I call that rape.

Rape is not about sex. It is a crime that often involves violation of another person sexually, but while the act may be sexual in nature, raping someone does not constitute “having sex” with them. And no, I’m not saying that a 13-year-old can’t consent. I know that there are 13-year-old boys and girls engaging in sexual activity with each other. For whatever reason. But a then 32-year-old man fucking a 13-year-old girl is not about making love. Rape is about control. It is about terror. He used the word LOVE to keep her in place, scared to leave him, scared of losing him, believing that she loved him. And it was most certainly about control. If he had wanted an adult relationship with a grown woman, that was an avenue he COULD have easily pursued. But he chose a 13-year-old girl to say the word love TO while keeping her in control so he could fuck her.

She didn’t have magic pussy power that repelled his sperm. She got pregnant. He got off scot free because my sister’s mother and our father did not pursue charges against him. (Later, he would get charged with the crime of statutory rape for impregnating another young girl, but that would not happen for years.) My sister was forced to have an abortion (she did not want one), and as a result of that madness, attempted to commit suicide. I got that call. I also got blamed for her getting pregnant, but whatever. I got the call from her, while she was still in the hospital, shortly after having had her stomach pumped. It was a nightmare.

And she is just ONE PERSON. This type of shit happens on a daily basis. Every single day. In this country and around the globe.

Maybe she was wearing a short skirt. Maybe her premature boobage development was the cause. Maybe substances were involved. I do not give a flying monkey shit. What he did was RAPE, plain and simple. I’m so fucking sick of idiotic men in politics trying to make “certain types of rape” somehow not legitimate. No, my sister was not a picture-perfect version of their idealized young virgin who is violently brutalized and violated. That lack of babydoll prettiness that these politicians would have you believe is somehow MORE valid or “really rape” because what that 32-year-old man did isn’t quite rapey enough for their ignorant standards…

Just ugh. Assholes.

Small Update: My husband reminded me what today’s topic was initially going to be: queafs…so next week, hopefully I’m back up to my silliness.


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