This article is written for men and assumes a male offender, however SECASA acknowledges that both men and women can be survivors of sexual abuse and that offenders can be male and female.
There are many commonly accepted myths about male rape. These myths minimise the seriousness of the crime and the responsibility of the perpetrator. These myths also affect the way men feel about themselves when they have been assaulted and the way men are treated by other people.
Knowing the facts about rape can give us strength to counteract our fears and will enable more men to seek information and counselling support.
Here are the facts about some of the most common myths:
Myth: Men can’t be sexually assaulted.
Reality: Men are sexually assaulted. Any man can be sexually assaulted regardless of size, strength, appearance or sexual orientation.Myth: Only gay men are sexually assaulted.
Reality: Heterosexual, gay and bisexual men are equally likely to be sexually assaulted. Being sexually assaulted has nothing to do with your current or future sexual orientation. Your sexuality has no more to do with being raped than being robbed.Myth: Only gay men sexually assault other men.
Reality: Most men who sexually assault other men identify themselves as heterosexual. This fact helps to highlight another reality that sexual assault is about violence, anger and control over another person, not lust or sexual attraction.Myth: Men cannot be sexually assaulted by women.
Reality: Although the majority of perpetrators are male, (97 - 98%) women can also sexually assault men.
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badass-bharat-deafmuslimpunkstar:
Meet the creeps of CreepShots. Turning the gaze around. Spread their names and faces and sign the petition to get the pages removed: http://www.change.org/petitions/twitter-facebook-and-tumblr-stop-creepshots
^^ Carlos Sanchez of California, USA
^^ Bryan King of Alaska USA
^^ Sheldon York of Penticton BC Canada
^^ Yigal Sakk of Winnipeg, Canada
^^ Daniel Mila of Atlanta, Georgia USA
^^ Richy/Richard Bell of Long Beach, California USA
What a bunch of filthy, disgusting, nasty perverts This is what you creeps deserve for violating and exploiting girls/women’s privacy and ruining their lives.
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knowing karate does not stop rape.
owning a gun does not stop rape.
self defense classes do not stop rape.
only changing our culture will stop rape. so stop shaming people who could not fight back.
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@ChuckWendig: Facebook will not remove rape culture photo from its site as it doesn’t qualify as “hate speech.”
via @EverydaySexism
This is fucking bullshit
WTF
well, lets toss this around facebook for a bit and see how other people react…
fb never gave a shit. fkin assholes.
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yup this is real.
Matt Vickers, Micah O’Kelley, Mike de Laet, Gabriel Baws, Bronson Taylor, Chris Smith, Aladin Trabelsi, Machi Maedero all support rape.
Yes, that’s right, Matt Vickers, Micah O’Kelley, Mike de Laet, Gabriel Baws, Bronson Taylor, Chris Smith, Aladin Trabelsi, and Machi Maedero have all loudly expressed their fondness for committing rape.
Hope those aren’t your real names, guys, since the combined wrath of Tumblr could really throw off any google searches future employers might make…
Wow, that is fucking disgusting.
Reblogging because I don’t understand humanity.
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Mírame así otra vez y te violo.
what the fuck is wrong with your romanticization of rape??? ^^^ ugghhh.
(Source: virgin-on-acid, via lamareaysupoema)
“Repeat Rape: How do they get away with it?”, Part 1 of 2. (link to Part 2)
Sources:
- College Men: Repeat Rape and Multiple Offending Among Undetected Rapists,Lisak and Miller, 2002 [PDF, 12 pages]
- Navy Men: Lisak and Miller’s results were essentially duplicated in an even larger study (2,925 men): Reports of Rape Reperpetration by Newly Enlisted Male Navy Personnel, McWhorter, 2009 [PDF, 16 pages]
By dark-side-of-the-room, who writes:
These infogifs are provided RIGHTS-FREE for noncommercial purposes. Repost them anywhere. In fact, repost them EVERYWHERE. No need to credit. Link to the L&M study if possible.
Knowledge is a seed; sow it.
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If women covering up their bodies worked, Afghanistan would have a lower rate of sexual assault than Polynesia. It doesn’t.
If not drinking alcohol worked, children would not be raped. They are.
If your advice to a woman to avoid rape is to be the most modestly dressed, soberest and first to go home, you may as well add “so the rapist will choose someone else”.
If your response to hearing a woman has been raped is “she didn’t have to go to that bar/nightclub/party” you are saying that you want bars, nightclubs and parties to have no women in them. Unless you want the women to show up, but wear kaftans and drink orange juice. Good luck selling either of those options to your friends.
Or you could just be honest and say that you don’t want less rape, you want (even) less prosecution of rapists."
— A Short Post on Rape Prevention (via brute-reason)
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“Poem about My Rights,” June Jordan
Even tonight and I need to take a walk and clear
my head about this poem about why I can’t
go out without changing my clothes my shoes
my body posture my gender identity my age
my status as a woman alone in the evening/
alone on the streets/alone not being the point/
the point being that I can’t do what I want
to do with my own body because I am the wrong
sex the wrong age the wrong skin and
suppose it was not here in the city but down on the beach/
or far into the woods and I wanted to go
there by myself thinking about God/or thinking
about children or thinking about the world/all of it
disclosed by the stars and the silence:
I could not go and I could not think and I could not
stay there
alone
as I need to be
alone because I can’t do what I want to do with my own
body and
who in the hell set things up
like this
and in France they say if the guy penetrates
but does not ejaculate then he did not rape me
and if after stabbing him if after screams if
after begging the bastard and if even after smashing
a hammer to his head if even after that if he
and his buddies fuck me after that
then I consented and there was
no rape because finally you understand finally
they fucked me over because I was wrong I was
wrong again to be me being me where I was/wrong
to be who I am
which is exactly like South Africa
penetrating into Namibia penetrating into
Angola and does that mean I mean how do you know if
Pretoria ejaculates what will the evidence look like the
proof of the monster jackboot ejaculation on Blackland
and if
after Namibia and if after Angola and if after Zimbabwe
and if after all of my kinsmen and women resist even to
self-immolation of the villages and if after that
we lose nevertheless what will the big boys say will they
claim my consent:
Do You Follow Me: We are the wrong people of
the wrong skin on the wrong continent and what
in the hell is everybody being reasonable about
and according to the Times this week
back in 1966 the C.I.A. decided that they had this problem
and the problem was a man named Nkrumah so they
killed him and before that it was Patrice Lumumba
and before that it was my father on the campus
of my Ivy League school and my father afraid
to walk into the cafeteria because he said he
was wrong the wrong age the wrong skin the wrong
gender identity and he was paying my tuition and
before that
it was my father saying I was wrong saying that
I should have been a boy because he wanted one/a
boy and that I should have been lighter skinned and
that I should have had straighter hair and that
I should not be so boy crazy but instead I should
just be one/a boy and before that
it was my mother pleading plastic surgery for
my nose and braces for my teeth and telling me
to let the books loose to let them loose in other
words
I am very familiar with the problems of the C.I.A.
and the problems of South Africa and the problems
of Exxon Corporation and the problems of white
America in general and the problems of the teachers
and the preachers and the F.B.I. and the social
workers and my particular Mom and Dad/I am very
familiar with the problems because the problems
turn out to be
me
I am the history of rape
I am the history of the rejection of who I am
I am the history of the terrorized incarceration of
myself
I am the history of battery assault and limitless
armies against whatever I want to do with my mind
and my body and my soul and
whether it’s about walking out at night
or whether it’s about the love that I feel or
whether it’s about the sanctity of my vagina or
the sanctity of my national boundaries
or the sanctity of my leaders or the sanctity
of each and every desire
that I know from my personal and idiosyncratic
and indisputably single and singular heart
I have been raped
be-
cause I have been wrong the wrong sex the wrong age
the wrong skin the wrong nose the wrong hair the
wrong need the wrong dream the wrong geographic
the wrong sartorial I
I have been the meaning of rape
I have been the problem everyone seeks to
eliminate by forced
penetration with or without the evidence of slime and/
but let this be unmistakable this poem
is not consent I do not consent
to my mother to my father to the teachers to
the F.B.I. to South Africa to Bedford-Stuy
to Park Avenue to American Airlines to the hardon
idlers on the corners to the sneaky creeps in
cars
I am not wrong: Wrong is not my name
My name is my own my own my own
and I can’t tell you who the hell set things up like this
but I can tell you that from now on my resistance
my simple and daily and nightly self-determination
may very well cost you your life
June Jordan, “Poem About My Rights” from Directed By Desire: The Collected Poems of June Jordan (Port Townsend, WA: Copper Canyon Press, 2005). Copyright © 2005 by The June M. Jordan Literary Trust. Used by permission of The June M. Jordan Literary Trust,
(via punch-in-the-face-poetry)
“When Leather is a Whip,” Martín Espada
At night,
with my wife
sitting on the bed,
I turn from her
to unbuckle
my belt
so she won’t see
her father
unbuckling
his belt
My vagina was green, water soft pink fields, cow mooing sun resting sweet boyfriend touching lightly with soft piece of blond straw.
There is something between my legs. I do not know what it is. I do not know where it is. I do not touch. Not now. Not anymore. Not since.
My vagina was chatty, can’t wait, so much, so much saying, words talking, can’t quit trying, can’t quit saying, oh yes, oh yes.
Not since I dream there’s a dead animal sewn in down there with thick black fishing line. And the bad dead animal smell cannot be removed. And its throat is slit and it bleeds through all my summer dresses.
My vagina singing all girl songs, all goat bells ringing songs, all wild autumn field songs, vagina songs, vagina home songs.
Not since the soldiers put a long thick rifle inside me. So cold, the steel rod canceling my heart. Don’t know whether they’re going to fire it or shove it through my spinning brain. Six of them, monstrous doctors with black masks shoving bottles up me too. There were sticks, and the end of a broom.
My vagina swimming river water, clean spilling water over sun-baked stones over stone clit, clit stones over and over.
Not since I heard the skin tear and made lemon screeching sounds, not since a piece of my vagina came off in my hand, a part of the lip, now one side of the lip is completely gone.
My vagina. A live wet water village. My vagina my hometown.
Not since they took turns for seven days smelling like feces and smoked meat, they left their dirty sperm inside me. I became a river of poison and pus and all the crops died, and the fish.
My vagina a live wet water village.
They invaded it. Butchered it and burned it
down.
I do not touch now.
Do not visit.
I live someplace else now.
I don’t know where that is.
—
My Vagina Was My Village, a monologue compiled from the testimonies of Bosnian women subjected to rape camps.
(Hear it recited here)
An estimated 20,000 to 50,000 women were raped during the Bosnian Genocide. Amnesty reminds that out of the tens of thousands of alleged crimes of sexual violence committed against women and girls during the Bosnian war, fewer than 40 cases have been prosecuted by either the Hague Tribunal, or courts in Bosnia. (x)
(Source: balkan-thug, via bad-dominicana)
So much respect for that.
wow this is stellar, everything I see of Melissa Harris-Perry make me want to know her
“I believe you”
(Source: littleunemployedwaif, via veganatheist)
“While navigating my own relationship to Delhi and home, it has been infuriating to read Orientalist renditions of South Asian women needing saving from barbaric South Asian men. South Asian women, we are led to believe, are all subjected to honor killings and dowry deaths, coerced into arranged marriages and into killing their female babies. Cultural imperialism has essentialized communities of color as innately reactionary towards women, who are themselves constructed in inherently infantilizing ways devoid of any agency. Maintaining the myth of Western superiority requires a facade of gender equality ‘at home’ that invisibilizes, for example, the gruesome gang rape in Steubenville, Ohio, and US representative Todd Akin’s comments about ‘legitimate rape,’ and the ritualized colonial violence against Indigenous women murdered at alarming rates, and Black women in prisons and migrant women in detention centers, and women of color, poor women, transfolks, and sex workers.
Low conviction rates are thrown around as somehow unique to India, ignoring equally low conviction rates in North America and Europe. Media reports also fail to mention how India’s legal regime is a colonial legacy from 1862 that sets strict evidentiary requirements on a survivor.” - Harsha Walia
"—
http://thefeministwire.com/2013/03/on-coming-home-to-delhi-the-rape-capital-of-india/ (via queergiftedblack)
bringing this back bc relevant as always
[TW: RAPE]
- American media on the India gang rape: Omg those barbarians are out of control! Look at us, we're so ahead of the times!
- American media on the Steubenville rape: Omg look at the lives we're ruining by convicting these 16 year old rapists!
—
from CNN.com, testimony by Evan Westlake, 18, a Steubenville football and baseball player
I didn’t know exactly what rape was… A fundamental issue of rape culture.
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And there it is.
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I don’t have the words to express how this makes me feel.
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This is what we’ve taught them.
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See what rape culture has wrought?
“I thought it was forcing yourself on someone”
Because we’ve been talking this bullshit about boogeymen jumping out of the bushes as the only rapist archetype.
Congratulations.
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it scares the fuck outta me that this dude claims that he didnt know that THEY WERE, IN FACT, FORCING THEMSELVES ON SOMEONE. SHE WAS DRUNK AND PASSED OUT. WTF DID HE THINK WAS GOING ON??????
(via searchingforknowledge)
Oh please. If it were a boy passed out and another football player was shoving his cock into his ass he’d know in a fucking instant what he was witnessing and participating in
If that were his mother, nana, sister or any other ‘good’ woman he’d recognize on sight what was going down
Sexual violence is what CERTAIN women are for - he knows it and he’s just doing the ‘oh i didnt know i couldnt do that’ bullshit routine as theyre taught to do when called out for fucked up/criminal behavior
(via muckrakingiswomenswork)
we also need to start talking more publicly about how rape is intimately related to power, not sexual desire
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(Source: CNN, via casual-isms)
