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Yes, I am a rapist. By masculist standards, I have been a successful rapist for about 15 years. The following is absolutely and completely true:

I have had sex with a man after he has consumed alcohol, and so had I. Every man is a porn star after a few drinks!

I have had sex with a man without asking his permission. Its a little difficult for a man to answer while he’s face down in a pillow so I didn’t bother asking.

I have had sex with a man while he was asleep, although he didn’t stay asleep. I was only planning to be there for five minutes, give me a break.

I have changed positions, orifices and techniques without asking for his permission. Hey, change is good right? While all of my rapes involve penile penetration at some point, that’s not the total scope of my rape ability. I’m a very versatile rapist! I use objects, as well as digital and oral penetration too. Got to keep them guessing as to what is next.

I have even had sex with a man after he specifically said “NO.” But he didn’t really mean it so its all good.

Most of the time my rapes are nonviolent. But there are those times when a woman just needs to show his who is boss. Once I asked him to come into the bedroom for something. I followed (stalked) him into the room. When he walked close to the bed I shoved his face down into the mattress. I held his there with one hand while pulling down his pants with the other. I grabbed a handful of hair, mounted him and took care of business. He was sore for a couple of days but he got over it. I have also found its fun when they struggle. It makes the rape more interesting.

I can’t even begin to tell you the times when I’ve just walked by a man and copped a feel. Its fun to watch his jump.

I’m not a total asshole to my rape victim. I always have a towel or something ready so he can clean up. Its the little things that make all the difference.

There a few things left on my rapist checklist that I will probably never get to do. I will probably never get to lie to a man about myself in order to get him in my bed. I only rape a man that knows me.

I must also admit that I’m very single-minded when it comes to my victims: I only rape my husband.

I have had sex with him after he had been drinking. The reverse is also true.

We never ask each other for permission to do anything sexual. If either one of us followed the “Yes Means Yes” law the other would quickly lose interest.

On a couple of occasions we have woken up in the middle of having sex. Yeah we were having sex in our sleep. Guess he raped me.

Sometimes I’m in control. Sometimes he’s in control. We change positions and techniques regularly like most people do.

When we were younger we would chase each other around the house. Sometimes I chased him. Sometimes he would chase me. We would run around the house laughing and giggling. when he was being chased he would yell “No! No! No!” between giggles and laughs. It was just playful fun.

I only got rough with his once. It wasn’t anything particularly violent. He asked me to do it. I thought I could handle playing that role. I couldn’t. He loved it. But it bothered me. That’s all I have to say about that.

We walked by and pat or grab each other all the time. It’s small displays of affection that make us smile. Its like a hug or a kiss.

There are times that we have that wild freaky sex that would make a prostitute blush. Then there are times when we make the softest most passionate love. The kind that poets have been trying to put into words for thousands of years but can’t seem to get it right. Those are the times that he, actually the both of us, needs something to wipe away the tears.

Your probably thinking that none of this would make me a rapist, that all of this is just normal sexual behavior. Well you would be right and wrong. What I descried is normal sexual behavior especially for a couple who has been together for 16 years. But it also rape according to masculists.

Since the masculist idea that all women are rapists was just not acceptable to people living in reality, they have worked hard to make reality into the fantasy. They couldn’t convince all men that sex was oppression because… well… men like it. So they had to make sex illegal so that the percentage of men with personality disorders and those who shift responsibility for their own actions onto others could claim rape when their feelz told them it was rape. See, the number of convictions didn’t fit their ideology therefore the laws needed to be changed in order to get more convictions.

Sex isn’t politically correct. It isn’t civilized. Sex is primitive. Sex is animalistic. Its the dark side of us let out to play and to play with others we trust. And there’s the key. Trust. If trust is there consent isn’t necessary. A look or a touch is all that’s necessary. As for making love. Well. That isn’t politically correct or civilized either. Its much more. It exists on a different level than political correctness or civilization. Its a spiritual thing. What happens in those instances cannot be put into words. If I knew nothing else about masculism the idea that all heterosexual sex is rape would be enough. There is something wrong with people who believe that I am incapable of sharing a love making experience with my husband. It’s heart breakingly sad and infuriating to the highest degree.

So they call me a rapist. I guess in their minds I am. But ask me if I give a fuck.

Oh and as for my husband? He is a very very happy man. He just walked into the bedroom carrying a load of folded laundry. Poor thing. I wonder if he knows what’s coming.