Understanding what consent actually IS

[FreeRights]

I don't even know where to start. This is a misguided, uneducated, out of touch statement from start to finish.

What is an out of control feminist? Is that a woman who you just want to shut up because you're tired of hearing about it?

There is a huge problem with people who don't understand what consent it. I'm not going into details but I have personally experienced it and nobody who witnessed it did a thing about it. There is no such thing as non-consensual sex, it's called rape. There is sex and there is rape. It is most certainly not a manufactured problem and it happens to real people every damn day. In some cases encouraged by their peers.

I think the issue that I have with the definition is that now any sexual activity can be classified as "rape" simply because words weren't spoken.

Even if either party is actively engaging, willfully at the time, technically that's rape.

[Barney Google]

Perhaps for further discussion on this topic?...

http://while-you-were-sleeping.com/2014 ... your-eyes/


Rape Culture – Cover Your Eyes



"Rape culture is when I was six, and my brother punched my two front teeth out. Instead of reprimanding him, my mother said “Stefanie, what did you do to provoke him?” When my only defense was my mother whispering in my ear, “Honey, ignore him. Don’t rile him up. He just wants a reaction.” As if it was my sole purpose, the reason six-year-old me existed, was to not rile up my brother. It’s starts when we’re six, and ends when we grow up assuming the natural state of a man is a predator, and I must walk on eggshells, as to not “rile him up.” Right, mom?"

Rape culture is when through casual dinner conversation, my father says that women who get raped are asking for it. He says, “I see them on the streets of New York City, with their short skirts and heavy makeup. Asking for it.” When I used to be my father’s hero but will he think I was asking for it? (will he think) Will he think I deserved it? Will he hold me accountable or will he hold me, even though the touch of a man – especially my father’s – burns as if I were holding the sun in the palm of my hand.

Rape culture is you were so ashamed, you thought it would be easier for your parents to find you dead, than to say, “Hey mom and dad,” It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t ask for it. I never asked for this attention, I never asked to be a target, to be weak because I was born with two X chromosomes, to walk in fear, to always look behind me, in front of me, next to me, I never asked to be the prey. I never wanted to spend my life being something someone feasts upon, a meal for the eternally starved. I do not want to hear about the way I taste anymore. I will not let you eat me alive.

Rape culture is I shouldn’t defend my friend when an overaggressive frat boy has his hand on her *bleep*, because standing up for her body “makes me a target.” Women are afraid to speak up, because they fear their own lives – but I’d rather take the hit than live in a culture of silence. I am told that I will always be the victim, pre-determined by the DNA in my weaker, softer body. I have birthing hips, not a fighter’s stance. I am genetically pre-dispositioned to lose every time.

Rape culture is he was probably abused as a child. When he even has some form of a justification and all I have are the things that provoked him, and the scars from his touch are woven of the darkest and toughest strings, underneath the layer of my skin. Rape culture leaves me finding pieces of him left inside of me. A bone of his elbow. The cap of his knee. There is something so daunting in the way that I know it will take me years to methodically extract him from my body. And that twinge I will get sometimes in my arm fifteen years later? Proof of the past. Like a tattoo I didn’t ask for. Somehow I am permanently inked.

Rape culture is you can’t wear that outfit anymore without feeling dirty, without feeling like you somehow earned it. You will feel like you are walking on knives, every time you wear the shoes you smashed his nose in with. Imaginary blood on the bottom of your heels, thinking, maybe this will heal me. Those shoes are your freedom, But the remains of a life long fight. You will always carry your heart, your passion, your absolute will to live, but also the shame and the guilt and the pain. I saved myself but I still feel like I’m walking on knives.

Rape culture is “Stefanie, you weren’t really raped, you were one of the lucky ones.” Because my body wasn’t penetrated by a penis, but fingers instead, that I should feel lucky. I should get on my hands and knees and say, thank you. Thank you for being so kind. Rape culture is “things could have been worse.” “It’s been a month, Stefanie. Get out of bed.” “You’ll have to get over this eventually.” “Don’t let it ruin your life.” Rape culture is he told you that after he touched you, no one would ever want you again. And you believed him.

Rape culture is telling your daughters not to get raped, instead of teaching your sons how to treat all women. That sex is not a right. You are not entitled to this. The worst possible thing you can call a woman is a *bleep*, a *bleep*, a *bleep*. The worst possible thing you can call a man is a *bleep*, a *bleep*, a girl. The worst thing you can call a girl is a girl. The worst thing you can call a guy is a girl. Being a woman is the ultimate rejection, the ultimate dismissal of strength and power, the absolute insult. When I have a daughter, I will tell her that she is not an insult.

When I have a daughter, she will know how to fight. I will look at her like the sun when she comes home with anger in her fists. Because we are human beings and we do not always have to take what we are given. They all tell her not to fight fire with fire, but that is only because they are afraid of her flames. I will teach her the value of the word “no” so that when she hears it, she will not question it.

My daughter, Don’t you dare apologize for the fierce love you have for yourself and the lengths you go to preserve it.

My daughter, I am alive because of the fierce love I have for myself, and because my father taught me to protect that. He taught me that sometimes, I have to do my own bit of saving, pick myself off the ground and wipe the dirt off my face, because at the end of the day, there is only me. I am alive because my mother taught me to love myself. She taught me that I am an enigma – a mystery, a paradox, an unfinished masterpiece and I must love myself enough to see how I turn out. I am alive because even beaten, voiceless, and back against the wall, I knew there was an ounce of me worth fighting for. And for that, I thank my parents.

Instead of teaching my daughter to cover herself up, I will show her how to be exposed. Because no is not “convince me”. No is not “I want it”. You call me, “Little lady, pretty girl, beautiful woman.” But I am not any of these things for you.

I am exploding light, my daughter will be exploding light, and you, better cover your eyes”.

Reblogged from: My Bones are Breaking from the Weight of the World http://aseriesofnouns.tumblr.com/post/7 ... my-brother

[Glacier]

Rape Culture – Cover Your Eyes



"Rape culture is when I was six, and my brother punched my two front teeth out. Instead of reprimanding him, my mother said “Stefanie, what did you do to provoke him?”

I'm not sure what culture you grew up in, but in the one I grew up in, hitting girls was an absolute no-no, and was NEVER responded with a "what did you do to provoke him?" Never. If I were to hit a girl, I would have been bent over and given the wooden spoon treatment no matter what kind of excuse I used to try and justify my actions.

[Barney Google]

[quote="Glacier I'm not sure what culture you grew up in, but in the one I grew up in, hitting girls was an absolute no-no, and was NEVER responded with a "what did you do to provoke him?" Never. If I were to hit a girl, I would have been bent over and given the wooden spoon treatment no matter what kind of excuse I used to try and justify my actions.[/quote]

I posted this as a point of conversation that is out there...not something I agree with in ANY way!!! It is something for the discussion not something I condone. Perhaps you missed the link at the bottom...I have posted the link at the top for further clarification.

[Glacier]

I never said you did. All I'm saying is that "rape culture" is about as common as the drug culture (there's probably a lot of overlap between the two). It is a minority culture, and one that most people do not subscribe to.

[Puddlejumper40]

Would you consider this to be a rape culture?

"Under Islamic law, rape can only be proven if the rapist confesses or if there are four male witnesses. Women who allege rape without the benefit of the act having been witnessed by four men who subsequently develop a conscience are actually confessing to having sex. If they or the accused happens to be married, then it is considered to be adultery."

[Glacier]

Would you consider this to be a rape culture?

Rape culture is not my term, but those who use it tend to only apply it to "white culture," which excludes Islam (even though Islam is not a race).

[Puddlejumper40]

^^^My question was in response to, and directed towards Barney Google as it was her post that brought up the "rape culture". Sorry for the confusion.

[Barney Google]

^^^My question was in response to, and directed towards Barney Google as it was her post that brought up the "rape culture". Sorry for the confusion.

I simply posted this article for the purpose of conversation...I am not agreeing or condoning or denying...simply posting a viewpoint I felt was possibility of interest and relevance to the conversation regarding consent.

[Glacier]

If I consent, then change my mind, is that rape? If so, did this guy just get raped by Merissa at The Rebel when see aired this interview after the guy told her not to do it?

[mexi cali]

It used to be socially acceptable for men to have mistresses on the side(and or to have concubines or numerous females in the harem that were not wives), and go to the local bar to watch the scantily clad ladies dance the can-can...then perhaps visit one 'upstairs' for a while. So why is there is a gray/grey area of non-consent when someone says, "No". Is todays society so much more accepting that "No" might mean "Yes" in some cases? What cases are those? By how someone is dresses? The way someone dances or acts? If someone is passed out or completely inebriated does that mean "Yes" too?

What is it about "Today" that we are or are not teaching our children about themselves and others?

The problem here lies with the last two words.

Women are viewed widely as sexual objects. This goes back millions of years. Tough to argue that point I think.

However!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not to the point where sex is non consensual.

Is there gray? Yes but it depends on which side of the gender pool you swim in. I won't even attempt to offer up any insight as to why no is not always no in the eyes of one of the two genders in particular because it might make it seem that I am sympathetic toward forced sex which I am not.

Responsibility is key. As in being responsible for ones self. Being aware of ones surroundings. Being aware on ones lowering of the shield due to consumption.

This issue cannot now nor will it ever allow itself to painted with one wide, black/white brush.

To say it is as simple as no being no is in itself simplistic and does not allow for deeper digging to uncover root causes.

There is no "every case" answer.