In college I went to a movie with my roommate. We were never the datable girls, in fact I only had one date in college. At that movie, there was a rape scene. It wasn’t so bad, but it was a rape, a man who raped his coworker. There was the typical anger afterwards, and the blaming and getting even. That ruined it for me. If you get raped like that, accept it.
With my roommate we talked about it and after a lot of discussion we concluded that nature provided. If males don’t rape their females, then the females don’t belong to them. That’s what animals do, so why not men. In our conversation we admitted that a rape like that wasn’t the end of the world. In the movie it was her anger at having lost her independence, he now owned her, and she hated that. Well, rape me too, I want a man to own me.
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