I’ll hopefully expand this….
I’m caught up lately in a discussion of what is rape-
Don’t know why, but it is something I write about frequently….
This comes across the transom this morning-
I’d Rather Risk Rape Than Quit Partying
Kind of a despicable article which could also have been titled “I’d Rather Commit Rape Than Rein In My Monstrous Ego & Addictions”
And my reaction is-
I read this with ambivalence…..
I’ve been arguing for a bit that you can’t complain about bumps & bruises if you play a contact sport.
On some level- I have no moral qualms about him treating women who are playing the same games as he is to some rough stuff.
(Wow feminism can take you down some odd paths.)
And I wrote to him, though it didn’t get past the censors…..
I’m sure you would laugh it off if you came out of a blackout tied over a sawhorse pulling an infected train or with your dick in the pocket of your shirt & a length of 2×4 kicked up your colon.
Party On!
Fuck’em if they can’t take a joke.
I’m a Drunk, Alcoholics go to Meetings.
I don’t know where his playground is- but I will kill him if he comes near to anyone I love.
