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gothtigger
Mar. 15th, 2009 03:48 am (UTC)
Do these perpetrators REALLY think ANYBODY is going to say "oooh yeah - being gang-raped felt so good!"

"Thanks for the beating and killing me, we must do it again, is Friday good for you"?

Or is this (like most forms of rape) simply an abuse of power? "You don't want me? Tough shit, here I come" (so to speak).

The whole thing depresses me too much to work up a good rant ....
paradigmshifty
Mar. 15th, 2009 05:26 am (UTC)
It's just another excuse. The last one was that raping virgins cured AIDS.
gothtigger
Mar. 16th, 2009 12:07 am (UTC)
I remember hearing media reports about babies being raped for the same (virginal) reasons. So I went looking on Snopes. Ended up here: http://www.snopes.com/inboxer/petition/babyrape.asp

The scariest comment was discussing a report presented on rape in South Africa in 2002: "nearly two out of ten respondents believed that having sex with a child younger than 10 was not an act of rape. These individuals did not consider it sexual molestation, but merely an act of sex."
aphephobia
Mar. 15th, 2009 03:03 pm (UTC)
Not only is that utterly disgusting, but I fail to see how the logic is working there. :/
realsystem
Mar. 22nd, 2009 12:15 pm (UTC)
:/

Horrible
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I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
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I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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