​Rape culture. It’s everywhere. Mostly because everything is to blame for it. From movies and TV to video games to books, rape culture is taking over the universe one media at a time. You see it in offices, schoolyards, national parks and cemeteries. Its men violently attacking women in the most perverse act this side of drawn and quartering. And the only thing we can do is instruct our boys while banning the offensive material that births the twisted ideas into their underdeveloped brains. 

I’ve read more than a few things recently that relay that very one-sided and dangerous message. And quite frankly, I’m sick of it. It’s not helping anyone. And you know why? Because there are no real answers there, only blame. Yes, I agree that the rapist is always to blame and no one has the right to force someone to do something. Period. But the rape culture definition (as I’ve seen it defined) is always made up of women as sexual objects and men as mindless predators.

Where the fuck should I begin?

Okay, how about the basics. Rape is a sexual-type act forced upon someone. Now, and this is important, women are not the only ones who suffer rape and men are not the only ones who commit the act (if you disagree with this, go fuck yourself; I don’t want you here). Women can rape women and men. Men can rape women and men. It’s not about body parts. strength or desire. It’s about power. And both sexes can go power hungry.

Now I know the first argument is a woman can’t rape a man! Sure about that, dumbass? Cause I know a dude (penis and all) who was raped by a chick. Before this, he was a virgin. And no, he didn’t feel special. He went through psychological pains just like anyone else. Though he did not have the physical bruising and tearing, there were wounds and scars remain to this day. She did not need a cock or physical superiority to get what she wanted. She just needed him to drink a bit too much. 

The sexes are equal, in every way. Even, no, especially the evil ones.

But he was hard. That’s proof he wanted it. No, asshole, it’s not. If you touch a boy’s pee-pee, it gets all excited and screams for attention, even if the boy disagrees. Saying his erection was permission is as wrong as saying she was wet. Not how it works. Fact: you can cum during rape. Why? Mechanically speaking, rape is sex without consent. You may be in Hell, but your fun bits might be having the best party ever. The human body is built to accept certain stimulation as pleasure (and there can be very confusing emotions experienced by the survivor because of this).

Guys always want it. Yea, and girls with tramp stamps are begging for a good ass plugging. See how both statements are incredibly sexist and “excuses” for rape? Sadly, most will see the former as truth and the latter as misogyny. To you who believe that I bid you a fuck off.

Women are not the only gender who suffer from rape culture; men do, too. Not only are they cast as the aggressors, they’re seen as unable to be victimized by the fairer gender. We, as a whole, need to understand rape better before we can truly to combat it. We need common sense, guidance for the growing generations and an understanding that we are all equal in strengths and weaknesses.

Rape is a universal evil that seeps into every corner of the world and affects more people than we will ever truly realize. It’s not a hopeless war but it will take many bloody battles, and a real comprehension of the act, before we stamp it out for good.

As always, I encourage you all to share your views, comments and commentary.

Will is an author and artist and producer (it’s only one indie short film but it’s on IMDB.com so it totes counts!) and founder of fetchentertainment.com and pain in the ass. He rather opinionated and has no problem sharing his thoughts on a variety of topics from the freakshow that was Election 2016 (how tf did Trump freaking win!?) to the importance of matching that belt to those shoes. He adores penguins and has a maniacal plan to use an army of them to take over the world and crown himself Emperor of All That Is (though he’d be happy with the Winter Russian Palace in what he would rename Mine!-Mine!-Mine!) but until then enjoys hiding away in his apartment and writing all sorts of tales that would worry that cokehead Sigmund Freud (really, we should believe he snorted for science!?) and drawing pictures of his creations.

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