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Flux: It's an intensely disturbing set of notions we're working through, yes, but I think it's important to confront this stuff. Or is there more to your visceral reaction than that? Do you think me mistaken, or cruel? I'm interested in your perspective.
De Logardiere: ...the question becomes, leading on from Jack Fear's comment that Men rape to make themselves feel powerful, why did this woman react in such a way?
Well, which would you rather be—fucked, or destroyed?
Seems to me it'd be less humiliating to think of oneself as being on the receiving end of clumsily-expresed sexual desire than to think of oneself as a target for annihilation. Couching the experience as "bad sex" rather than as a violent crime (rape is essentially murder without death) might be a way for the victim to reclaim some of hir power, perversely/paradoxically by assuming some of the responsibility for the act. S/he might not go so far as to say, "It's my fault, I led him on," but saying "His desire for me led him to this violent act" amounts to nearly the same thing.
See, we want the world to make sense: as random and chaotic and inexplicably cruel as the world sometimes is, we as a species try to find patterns and explanations. I heard a radio piece about schizophrenia the other day, and what struck me was how often a schizophrenic's delusions will be that s/he is hirself evil, or is the Devil, or is the cause of suffering in the world. The schizophrenic looks at this horrible world, so full of human misery, and is driven to find someone to blame. Three hundred years ago, s/he would have undoubtedly blamed the Devil, or "witches": but because of the way our culture has evolved, those options are no longer available to hir, so s/he must blame hirself.
Same with this. It's a comforting illusion, an ego-saving construction to protect the victim from the idea of a disinterested, malevolent annihilating force at play in the universe.
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