I am sick to my stomach. Sometimes I think I’ve heard it all, but no. Can you imagine being told by the police that your husband has been drugging and raping you for a very long time and that also you’ve been raped by about 72 strangers? Nah this is some misogynist plot from a dire pornhub video?
Only it’s not. It’s reality for one very brave woman.
It’s probably nothing to at least 73 men barring the fact that they have been caught.
What does this say about society? That women like to be knocked unconscious and raped or that a massive amount of men prefer to rape women?
If it had been me I’d imagine myself in some Korean movie. I’d tie him to the bed under pretext of some sex game then I’d peel it like a carrot with my vegetable peeler. Create a pretty daffodil. Then I’d cut his throat. I’d do the time.
I often dream about being a feminist vigilante. Like Beatrix from Kill Bill. Only I’d destroy whole dictatorships of islamic rag heads and communist psychopaths, complete prison wings of paedophiles and men that pretend to be women.
I’d do it in a good way though. I’d let them all see how it feels to have a new cervix.