Cw Rape - Tumblr Posts

You know, I once asked "Why are men so obsessed with sex?" citing the extreme rapes and sexual violence we're seeing in the news right now as evidence of men's overwhelming and pathological obsession with sex. I wondered: how could the desire for an orgasm, a few seconds of pleasurable sensation, be so overwhelming for many men that they're willing to cause so much trauma, pain, and destruction in pursuit of it.

And men were offended and said I'm conflating the desire for sex with rape and went on to say rape has nothing to do with sex. "Rape is about power and totally unlike real sex", they said.

I find it interesting that men make such a hard distinction between rape and sex. If such a distinction exists in the minds of men, why are so many rapists under the impression that they're having regular sex?

Rape "has nothing to do with sex" yet the #MeToo movement was littered with men expressing that they had zero clue that their sexual expressions were considered rapey or predatory. Time and time again men expressed that they thought it was a natural, healthy expression of male sexuality to rape women. Entire discussions were had about how in the 70s, slipping a woman quaaludes to loosen her up or render her unconscious was normal. That putting your coworker's hand on your erection was flirting etc. In the ongoing rape case in France, where over 70 men raped an unconscious woman on the invite of her husband- many have so far cited in their defense that they did not think it was rape because her husband was there (the idea that a wife's body belongs to her husband clearly still in their mind).

I'm sure many Afghan men taking 10-year-olds for brides right now are under the belief that they're having normal intercourse with a "wife", instead of brutally raping a child.

This is the insidious and very slippery aspect of rape culture, men claim to know what rape is and be horrified by it while at the same time insisting the rapes they're committing are normal sex. Keeping rape distal helps facilitate rape. In this way, rape is always some almost fictional type of sex that only exists hypothetically in some other time or space, for men-it's never what they're doing in the present moment. That way, they don't have to think about what they're doing. "Yes rape is bad but any type of sex I'm having is never rape."

Much feminist theory unwittingly supports this distal conceptualization. Or rather, women making correct distinctions between rape and sex has been weaponized and appropriated for pro-rape messaging.

"Kids aren't forced on HRT" except I was, and I was raped by a female OBGYN as a CHILD with the largest metal speculum this woman had available ON PURPOSE to punish me while she laughed with her nurse, humiliated me, and called me at home to continue harassing me. I was then forced onto estrogen to "normalize" my intersex body.

I hate people who say kids aren't forced onto HRT about as much as I hate when TERFs say that they are - in reference to trans perisex people, because they do believe intersex people need to be "cured" and should be forced onto HRT. Kids are forced onto HRT, it's just not the kids that perisex people care about, whether those perisex people are for or against HRT. Stop erasing our fucking existence to defend your fucking existence and find a better fucking argument.

You can't defend autonomy without indulging in intersexist violence?

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

Your girlfriend felt terrible about leaving you alone like that. In one moment of bravery, after she was halfway down the street, she finally got the courage to come back and do something. To bargain with your rapists, threaten to call the cops, plead with them to let you go, anything… but as soon as she saw you there, bent over with a man rutting into you from behind, using you, your eyes rolling back as the muffled whimpers leaked through your own boxers that served as your gag, she froze. She took a step back, transfixed by the sight, unseen by you or any of the men, and retreated to the other side of the street where she did absolutely nothing… but watch.

Her big, strong protector, her butch, her rock, the one she depended on to keep her safe… humiliated, degraded, reduced to nothing more than a weak, defenseless plaything for a pack of men. A gut-wrenching, heartbreaking scene… or at least, it would be, if it weren’t for this unwanted other feeling she was having… this strange warmth that was flowing across her face… and her cunt.

She tried so hard to keep her hand out of her panties as she crouched there in the bushes, she hated herself for how turned on she got seeing you at your absolute lowest… but no matter how hard she fought against it, the poor girl didn’t stand a chance… her pussy won out in the end; it always does.

hnghh... I love this idea. I especially love the idea if she tries to reconcile with me afterwards.

I can't really forgive her for leaving me, but I'm so shell-shocked that when my old girlfriend comes crying to me I forgive her just so I can have someone to talk to. I try to go back to our old routine, attempting to pretend nothing has happened.

But in private, my cunt is aching. I don't want sex, and she seems to understand, but whenever she leaves the house I can't help but fuck myself on my fingers. Every time it reminds me of the way those men forced their cocks into my cunt... but it's still not enough. Every time it ends with shame, but no matter what I vow to myself, I still end up with my boxers on the floor and moaning as I fingerfuck myself.

My girlfriend, unbeknownst to me, is in a similar situation. At night when I am asleep, she lays next to me and remembers my half-lit figure, bent over and violated on the street. Despite herself she finds herself jealous-- of the fact that I was filled and bred, but she wasn't. Sometimes she wishes it was her who was left behind.

Things come to a head the day she gets a message from an unknown number. They claim to be passing along something from a "mutual friend", and send her a video. When she opens it, her shock runs straight to her clit.

It's my cunt, split around a thick, long hairy cock. It's clearly from one of the men who raped me. She watches, transfixed, as I moan and sob as his balls slap my pussy. He fucks me harder until my cunt starts pulsating around his dick, clearly cumming. The man moans and his cock starts to throb. He cums balls deep in my cunt before slowly pulling out, being sure to give the camera a good show of the way my cunt clings to his cock, dripping cum. He reaches down to spread my folds, teasing them with one finger, giving my girlfriend a front row seat to the way my hairy pussy throbs, flushed and filled with cum. It's over too soon-- she plays it three more times before she cums on the dildo she's bought and hid beneath our bed.

In a week, when I come to her in tears with a pregnancy test in my hand, she tells me maybe it's not so bad-- we can start a family, she tells me. That night she touches herself as she tells her new 'friend' that he's going to be a father-- and when he'd like to come over to celebrate...

I keep having this fantasy where I'm out with a femme, and I'm her big tough butch. We're walking home late at night, but we'll be fine, because I'm there to protect her, right...? I don't see the men in the alleyway. They're on me before I realize what's going on, and I yell for my girlfriend to get away before my head is bashed against the ground and I am dazed. The biggest man of them all is working on my belt, tearing my jeans down to around my thighs and groping my cunt through my boxers. One of his hands is around my mouth, so I can't scream for help. I shut my eyes and try not to cry too much-- at least my girlfriend got away, right? Her screaming causes me to snap my eyes open again. One of the other men rounds the corner, holding onto her wrists. Despite her struggling it's clear there's no way she can get away. The men laugh as they surround us, the one holding on to me wrenching me around to face my girlfriend. I can't look her in the eye. "Two cunts for the price of one," The man holding on to me chuckles. "A good night. Luckily, I'm feeling generous." "We can either rape you both right here on this concrete, and we'll see if we can scrounge up some condoms or something. Or--" and a cold dread creeps up my spine as I realize the man behind me is smiling, "you can leave, right now. And we'll just fuck your little butch dyke 'boyfriend' raw." I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. God, this can't be happening. I stare desperately at my girlfriend. Despite the situation, I find myself just wanting her to stay, so I won't go through this alone. My girlfriend looks at me, her lip trembling. There's already a bruise around her eye. She looks at the man behind her, then back at me, the expression on her face inscrutable. Then, she squirms out of the man's arms, and bolts into the darkness.

My anguished scream is cut off by the man behind me laughing, tearing at my boxers and shoving them in my mouth, held in place by his left hand as he shoves me up against a wall. He grinds his erection on my ass, groping my tits over my shirt with his right hand, before beginning to fumble with his belt. "Oh well. Guess at least one bitch is better than one." I can hear the leering in his voice as he pulls his cock out of his pants, feeling it flop against my ass. God, he's huge, and thick. He gropes my ass again, before reaching under me to roughly rub my hairy cunt, spreading my folds before slapping my ass. His cock ruts against my cunt for a moment before catching on my hole and shoving in. I cry out in pain through my wet boxers, boxed in on all sides by his weight and thick cock. I can feel the way it's throbbing inside me as he bucks roughly into my cunt.

"God, your tight. Knew you'd have the better cunt. You butches are always whores for it in the end." He grunts, chuckling happily. "'Sides, we didn't have any fuckin' condoms anyways."

He settles into a quick, rough rhythm, grunting in my ear as his balls slap against my cunt. The other men are cackling, and I see a few of them getting their own cocks out. The man fucking me leans in towards my ear. "Guess you don't have a girlfriend anymore, dyke. Don't worry, though, you'll have someone new to keep you company in a few months."

Rapists do not deserve second chances. There are so many steps in the process of raping someone, where a person can decide to stop and turn back, but a rapist has met every single one of these and said, “I will continue, so that I can force sexual access to this person for my sexual gratification/sense of power/their pain/degradation.” We’re all born and live in a state of not being rapists, through absolutely no effort, because being a rapist happens through a series of choices you make with the ultimate aim of being a rapist.

I just want to say that I remember when the first allegations of R.Kelly having sexually abusive relationships with young women came out and hordes of you came out to defend him in the name of BDSM and kink shaming only to find out that he’s actually been horrifically sexually abusing them as was stated all along. And this is what happens when you don’t think critically about what is sexually permissible and dig into what healthy sexual dynamics look like; you end up creating a safe space for abusers and look like a fool on the back end.

I just want to say that I remember when the first allegations of R.Kelly having sexually abusive relationships with young women came out and hordes of you came out to defend him in the name of BDSM and kink shaming only to find out that he’s actually been horrifically sexually abusing them as was stated all along. And this is what happens when you don’t think critically about what is sexually permissible and dig into what healthy sexual dynamics look like; you end up creating a safe space for abusers and look like a fool on the back end.

please please pay attention to what is happening to women in south korea. it was revealed that men had chat rooms where they share photos of women in their family while they groping them and were sexually harassing them and feminists in south korea on twt are asking to spread the word about the crimes done against the women in the country since the media in korea won’t report on it and a lot of international media isn’t covering these issues that have been coming up

Succubussensus

A term for individuals whose mindsets resemble that of a succubus or are related to succubi.

Lolisensus

A term for individuals whose mindsets resemble that of a loli or are related to lolis.

Shotasensus

A term for individuals whose mindsets resemble that of a shota or are related to shotas.

Rapistsensus

A term for individuals whose mindsets resemble that of a rapist or are related to rapists.

Sexslavesensus

A term for individuals whose mindsets resemble that of a sex slave or are related to sex slaves.

————

Anyone can use this (no DNI post), as long as it isn’t misused. Only repost with a link to this post as credit (only exclusions being archives).

Also, please tell us if someone has coined this before. We often don’t notice/know.

if someone has coined this before, take it as either a recoin or redesign.

————

[Sensus coining post for y’all]

Get mad, stay mad, die mad, bitch <333

-Nora&Shroom

hey @humans, do you intend to ever get to the rape threats ive reported to you or are you doing a transmisogyny themed pride month this year?

n*il gaim*n and that fuckass show trending for 2 days straight all because the man was accused of sexual assault and everyone wants to justify it to themselves….kinda the worst website of all time

lra drawings 2!

CW: talking about injuries and a tini bit about rape cuz this drawing means alot. Also spoiler warnings if you haven't read/finished the fic yet!!!

(Again, click to see better quality- spent so long on the texture for this one-)

This one means a few different things

1, moons injuries from the fight like his broken arm and chest plate, and eclipses 'death' (while also being a slight reference to the fact he's a bunch of broken pieces of code)

2, plushie sun's injuries represent rape (being torn open by someone-) and his guilt and sadness

And 3, how you can try to sow them back together all you want, but you'll never be able to fully fix them and how it'll always leave atleast a slight mark on them (representing their trauma and how every injury, both mentally and physically, will leave a mental mark on them even if they get new bodies)

Au/fic is called long road ahead by @bubbiethesaur ! Go read it and show your support and love to them- they deserve it it's a amazing fic I love them all so much I'm so excited for the next chapter (sorry for the double notification bubbie-)

This is part 2/2 of a other post that i split up

In Their Words: The Swedish "Heroes" Who Caught The Stanford Attacker

The two men tackled Brock Turner and held him down until the police came. Turner's victim called them heroes.

Carl-Fredrik Arndt and Peter Jonsson, the two Swedish Ph.D. students who found Brock Turner sexually assaulting an unconscious woman behind a dumpster at Stanford, said they immediately knew something was wrong.

Nearly a year and a half ago Arndt and Jonsson were biking to a party on Stanford’s campus when they saw Turner, 20, on top of his victim behind a dumpster. They managed to tackle Turner as he ran away and they called the police.

The two men were key witnesses in the case against Turner. The woman was taken to police to be cared for, bandaged, and given a rape kit. Turner was eventually found guilty of three counts of sexual assault and was sentenced by Judge Aaron Persky to three months of a six month sentence in county jail with probation. He said a longer sentence in prison would have a “severe impact” on the Stanford athlete.

Since the victim’s letter was published – followed by other letters from Turner’s father and friend defending him – people all over the world, including public figures and celebrities, have come out in support of the victim and in outrage over Turner’s short sentence.

In a letter written by the victim to her assailant published by BuzzFeed News Friday, she described the two students – who she has still never met – as “heroes.”

Arndt described the night of the assault to the Swedish news outlet Expressen on Tuesday, saying that they read the letter and were very moved. (Arndt and Jonsson did not immediately return BuzzFeed News’ request for additional comment.)

As Arndt and Jonsson approached the dumpsters where Turner was attacking his victim, they said they immediately knew something was wrong.

“We saw that she was not moving, while he was moving a lot,” Arndt said in Swedish.“So we stopped and thought, ‘This is very strange.”

The two graduate students quickly decided to approach Turner to see what was going on. Jonsson approached him first, Arndt said, while he followed.

“When he got up we saw that she still wasn’t moving at all, so we walked up and asked something like, ‘What are you doing?’”

In the victim’s letter, she describes pictures she saw of herself behind that dumpster:

“Unconscious, with my hair disheveled, long necklace wrapped around my neck, bra pulled out of my dress, dress pulled off over my shoulders and pulled up above my waist, … butt naked all the way down to my boots, legs spread apart,” she wrote. She had dirt pine needles in her hair and inside her vagina.

The friends exchanged a few short words with Turner before he suddenly turned to run away from them. Jonsson chased after Turner and managed to catch up with him and tackle him a few feet away.

Arndt leaned over to make sure the unconscious victim was still alive, “She lay perfectly still,” he said.

The two men then restrained Turner and called the police. They held down the then-19-year-old swimmer until the police arrived.

In her letter, the victim said she was told one of the two men was crying, he was so upset by the state she was in. She also said she was forever grateful to Arndt and Jonsson for what they did.

“Thank you to the two men who saved me, who I have yet to meet,” the victim wrote. “I sleep with two bicycles that I drew taped above my bed to remind myself there are heroes in this story. That we are looking out for one another. To have known all of these people, to have felt their protection and love, is something I will never forget.”

Arndt was a teaching assistant at Stanford in math and engineering while getting his degree. He spent time at J.P. Morgan as research associate. Jonsson received his Master of Science degree in Management Science and Engineering from Stanford in May. Previously he attended Uppsala University in Sweden for economics.

Jonsson posted the victim’s letter on his Facebook page Tuesday, thanking friends and strangers for all the “encouragement and support” over the past few months. He said he would not publicly comment on the process or outcome of the trial, but asked everyone to read her letter.

“To me it is unique in its form” he wrote, “and comes as close as you can possibly get to putting words on an experience that words cannot describe.”

"Criminalising marital rape would mean that the institution of marriage in India will crumble."

And what does this say about the institution of marriage in India?

For context, here's what's going on right now:

The Indian Express

Centre argues against labeling marital rape as ‘rape,’ says it is ‘disproportionate’ and ‘harsh

This is the first time that the government has on record opposed the striking down the marital rape exception.

daemon (mainly daemyra) stans that turn his and nettles relationship into familial, as in erasing the fact it was romantic and making into daemon being her father are just like aegon stans making aegon a loving husband to helaena and erasing hes a rapist both in show and book.

Amidst the harrowing devastation in Gaza, my family and I find ourselves in a desperate plea for your support. Our home has been demolished, and we have suffered the unbearable loss of family members due to the ongoing violence. Adding to this tragedy, there have been cases of rape that have left us emotionally shattered and in constant fear. We urgently need to evacuate to Egypt for our safety and well-being. However, the costs involved in such a relocation are beyond our means. Your donation can make a profound difference, providing us with the means to escape this turmoil, seek safety, and rebuild our shattered lives. Your generosity can be the beacon of hope that guides us to a brighter and safer future. Thank you for considering our situation and for any assistance you can provide.

i.... cant rreallu doontaye any mooney but.... iiff someone else wannats to hjelp maybe ?? thhat woould be great