Once they'd had sex, Jack turned to her and asked casually if she wanted to join a religion he was founding. As she mumbled a polite reply, Ruskin wondered whether she had inadvertently just agreed to join a cult.
Remember, though. Women have agency.
When she left the next morning, she was determined not to see him again, but felt pressured to go on a third date when he said he'd bought concert tickets for them both.
Remember. Women. Have. Agency. #ClapClapClap
As expected, this is a string of failures from a woman, who takes not accountability whatsoever, and tried to blame everyone else.
Although she couldn't remember telling him her address, they were on the way to her flat. Once they were inside, he carried her to the sofa, tore off her clothes and, although she was far too drunk to consent, had unprotected sex with her. The next morning he seemed quite unconcerned by what had happened.
Was he hot?
'That's why I feel angry when I see comments online about it 'taking so long' for victims to come forward,' she goes on, 'as if that negates their claim. It can take weeks or months or years before you're even cognisant of the fact that you've been raped.
If you're a damn child, sure. Adults should be able to determine whether or not they've been raped.
Women. Have. Agency.
'People who haven't experienced rape will never know this, but it doesn't make it less true.'
Rape is terrible, but it's not magic.
She was also reluctant to acknowledge the rape because 'I wanted to believe that women could have casual sex … without the threat of rape or assault. That they could be as liberated and fearless as they liked. The alternative was too bleak to consider.'
The alternative of not being a whore? Is that really "too bleak to consider?"
'Ethical, feminist porn...
You couldn't fucking pay me to watch it.
But back at her flat, he suddenly seemed overcome with anger. Pinning her to the bed, he grabbed her roughly, then began having sex with her. 'Wait a second,' she told him. 'Condom.' To her shock, James didn't stop. She blinked. Was he ignoring her? 'Condom,' she repeated, clearer this time, but he didn't stop. She never saw him again, and it took several months for her to admit to herself that she had been raped again. Being raped twice in one year brought 'an almost unbearable weight of grief'.
Even in their own stories, women can't fucking communicate. "Condom," are you serious. "Wait a second," seriously? I'm not even saying he would have stopped, maybe he wouldn't have...but at least tell him to stop, you retard! Arg.
Many of the men who mistreated her over 2019 didn't seem to be aware they'd done anything wrong, 'requesting further dates and reminiscing about the 'great time' they'd had.' 'Is misogyny so ingrained that these men didn't care if they made me uncomfortable?'
Did you tell them? Anything? "Hey, let's have sex." (Oh man, I don't particularly like this sex, but I won't say anything.) "How could men do this?"
"You shouldn't have to get to know a guy before having sex with him, to give him the all-clear before letting him into your bedroom."
Remember, though. Women have agency.
Remember. Women. Have. Agency. #ClapClapClap
As expected, this is a string of failures from a woman, who takes not accountability whatsoever, and tried to blame everyone else.
Was he hot?
If you're a damn child, sure. Adults should be able to determine whether or not they've been raped.
Women. Have. Agency.
Rape is terrible, but it's not magic.
The alternative of not being a whore? Is that really "too bleak to consider?"
You couldn't fucking pay me to watch it.
Even in their own stories, women can't fucking communicate. "Condom," are you serious. "Wait a second," seriously? I'm not even saying he would have stopped, maybe he wouldn't have...but at least tell him to stop, you retard! Arg.
Did you tell them? Anything? "Hey, let's have sex." (Oh man, I don't particularly like this sex, but I won't say anything.) "How could men do this?"
Women.
Have.
Agency.