January 15, 2020
Let’s say, as we have already, that you spend much of puberty up in your head, and then when you start branching out into engaging sexually with others, you do so in a purely intellectual way. One which involves some sort of platonic ideal of sexuality. You never feel awkward. Everything always just works.
Let’s just take that for granted.
Let’s also take for granted that this mechanism of interaction is one wherein getting out of a sexual interaction that is uncomfortable, or pressured, or hell, even nonconsensual is a matter of just…stopping. Come up with an excuse. Come up with some lie. Eschew the truth in favor of making the other person happy, as you would your father.
That’s not possible. Being pressured into typefucking is just as easy as it is to be pressured into sex in the embodied world.
I’ll agree with that. Take it for granted, then that this is what you believe. You believe that consent is implicit in the act, because to revoke consent is as simple as signing off or pretending that your parents walked in on you.
Okay.
Now take the type of person who takes all that for granted, and put them in a situation with someone who has an overbearing personality, who gets what they deserve, and who deserves you. Take that type of person and put them in a situation where sex is expected of them.
What do you suppose happens?
The topic at hand.
Yes.
Now, what do you suppose happens to such a person who gets taken advantage of, who winds up in a situation they shouldn’t be in, who gets raped, and then put them out into a world full of sexual people, where it is expected that one be sexual.