Your Friends Are Rapists
Feminists make much of rape statistics, which vary somewhat from study to study but always make for a good, attention-grabbing number: one in three women will be raped in her lifetime, one in four women, one in five women – whatever it is, the underlying message for women is “the odds are good you’ll be raped at some point.”
This is usually used as a call to change the systems we live in such that the odds aren’t so frighteningly likely, but I want to draw your attention to the obvious corollary: if most women will be raped at some point, then either most men are rapists, or there are some truly prolific predators out there. Simple logistics and Occam’s Razor point us towards the first.
And I can tell you, as a man, that it’s absolutely true. Most guys, by the time they get out of college (if they even go to college), have done something that counts as “sexual assault.” Probably not lurking-in-the-bushes type stranger rape – that’s a tiny subset of the actual rapes that get committed every year. But something like fingering a drunk girl who wasn’t really into it, or pressuring a girlfriend into sex, or going for the butthole when they’d said they wouldn’t, petty shit like that? You’d better believe it.
And all those guys are walking around out there, some of them with the knowledge that yeah, they did rape that one time, but they’re not really rapists – that’s not how they think of themselves, I promise you – or, in a lot of cases, without any realization that what they did even was rape.
The guy ringing you up at the grocery store? Probably a rapist. The guy next to you on the subway? Probably a rapist. The nice, educated, clean-looking white boy speaking respectfully about feminist discourse and structural violence and systems of oppression? Almost certainly a rapist. (I can guarantee you that last one. The more powerful someone is, the more likely they are to casually abuse that power, often without even realizing it, and no one has more power in our society than an educated white guy.)
If you have male friends, they’re probably rapists. Period, end of story. It’s very likely that you even know their victims. But they’re still your friends, because rape just isn’t that serious of a black mark against men.
Good luck being seriously anti-rape and anti-rapist in a world like that. Unless you’re willing to ostracize virtually all men and go live in a lesbian separatist commune, you’re going to end up compromising and making a hypocrite of yourself at some point – or just closing your eyes and ears, and pretending really hard not to know about all the shady shit that goes on behind closed doors within your social circle.
Better to just give up, accept rape as part of female life, and start looking for ways to enjoy yourself as a cunt that any man can have whenever he wants. Or find a man to own and protect you, of course – the traditional solution for the weak and frightened female. Your choice, cunts.
And going to live in a lesbian commune won’t really save you. Women absolutely can be rapists too. In fact, some of the cruelest and most brutal predators I’ve ever known were women. There is no escape.
Which of my male friends have already raped? Which will be rapists by the end of the year? Which will make me his target?
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