Sex Stamp

as you know, people come to me for advice and help. well, one of the people I'm helping emailed me a rather disturbing experience she had... well, no, not RATHER disturbing, EXTREMELY disturbing. naturally, I'm not going to say who it is, nor will I release details of her experience, but I made me INFURIATED.

there are certain things I consider sacred (not in a religious way, but a spiritual way): names, eyes, honesty, and sex. when I think of sex, I automatically think of love (unless it's referring to gender. I strongly believe that human sexual intercourse NEEDS to be with the person you are in love with... or persons if you're a polygamist. and just to be clear, polygamy and cheating are two different things.

I don't believe in having sex JUST for pleasure. just randomly fucking people is disgraceful. when you have sex, you are not just sharing your body with that person, you are sharing your emotions, you are sharing your soul. lovers become one, and they understand each other, communicating without words. this brings the lovers closer emotionally, not just physically, and it is a power that mustn't be used all willy nilly. casual sex, cheating, or buying sex is just... wrong! you're hurting yourself, you're hurting your very soul! the thought of having sex with someone you're not in love with sickens me.

but oh no, there's ONE thing that takes the cake. ONE THING that disgusts me more than cheating, and trust me, the idea of cheating makes me want to vomit... RAPE. actual rape. to think that people (not just men, fucking feminazis) use their bodies, use the power of sex to HURT another, to take that power away from them... it's inhuman. when someone gets raped, they are TRAUMATIZED. I had a friend in high school who had gotten raped, and she was terrified of the very idea of dating after that. when she finally did start dating, she'd be very uncomfortable with any physical contact. as many years went by, I was so proud of her for finally taking the plunge with a guy she had been with for a couple years. I knew this guy, and he was VERY caring toward me when I had been broken up with by one of his best friends, and I knew that he would NEVER hurt her. I don't remember if they ever got married or not, I lost contact with her.

rape victims get messed up... for life. some can turn their lives around and make themselves better people, trying to leave the past behind, but it never truly leaves. others can't pick themselves back up, and some will even kill themselves. why would someone use something so important and so delicate as a weapon? dude, I mean... I know I said buying sex is disgraceful, but I'd much rather people do THAT instead of taking it without consent! if you're so desperate for sex, go get a hooker! or instead of thinking about sex, go out there and find yourself a nice person to be with, to love, and use that power to show how much you love that person.

and yes, you can still have wild, kinky ass sex when you're with your lover. love and lust should always be partners in crime, like siblings that work together to bring lovers closer. of course sex is pleasurable, it's the best fucking feeling in the world to those of us who partake in the action, but it's still a pleasure to be shared with the love of your life. dude, I can't even stand seeing rape in movies or fictional TV shows. I can read about it as long as it's not detailed, but I don't enjoy it.

I usually use rape in my stories as a plot point that affects future events. I don't think I've done it too often, but one such story was "the black warrior." however, the subject does play a HUGE role in my novel (WIP). sometimes writers need to make sacrifices for the sake of the plot, like me killing fluttershy. the plot in my novel wouldn't work without this controversial subject, but it all evens out, and the true intentions of the individual get revealed. I just wanted to throw this out so people don't ask me, "if you hate rape so much, why did you write about it?" well, I hate animals getting killed, yet had pinkie pie kill a snake and a bunny in "party of none." (the ponies are basically people to me, since they are the dominant species. killing them doesn't bug me for some reason.) I write a lot of elements in my stories that I'm against. it's all for the sake of the plot.

and I know, we all are guilty of joking about rape. "like, oh my god, josh! stop raping me!" or "it's reaping time" memes. even Michael and I joke about how kane (WWE) is a rapist, and he takes all of the wrestlers to his "red rape room." we've ALL done it, it doesn't make us feel guilty even though it's TERRIBLE, and we really don't know why we do it. our friends glomp us out of nowhere, and we yell, "RAPE!" the joke is funny, but the actual concept and action of real rape is anything but. I wonder why we do this. It never really made sense to me.

but because the word is used jokingly so often, if you're ever ACTUALLY getting raped, don't yell "RAPE!!" yell "FIRE!!" people within earshot will take it seriously, because most have grown accustomed to it being said jokingly. it's morbid, yes, but it's true. also, for those who walk around by themselves often, please carry pepper spray, or get a permit to carry a knife for self defense. better yet, take some martial arts classes, if you want to go that far. and also, THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO EVERYONE AND ANYONE WHO HAS A CAR... no matter what, every time you get in your car, ALWAYS look in the back seat. it may seem like a paranoid thing to do, but I'm serious. do it.

*sigh* this all makes me so angry... if I ruled the world, if you were proven guilty of rape, it'd be a one way ticket to death row. I need to go snuggle my ratties...

~:::UPDATE:::~

you got a fucking problem? how about you take your bullshit to tumblr, the anus of the internet. there you can argue all you want, because everyone is a jackass just DYING for a fucking flame war! this stamp was supposed to bring solace and insightfulness, but no, instead a couple of whiners had to go around and start belittling other commenters on their opinions, and then just spewing false information that contradicts itself. I don't tolerate that behavior toward anyone on my page, and I'm not here to deal with your thirst for arguing because, really, I don't give a fuck. because some tumblr weeds came in and pissed off a bunch of people, I'm disabling comments! FUN, HUH?? ISN'T THIS JUST SO MUCH FUCKING FUN?? to have to take away everyone else's privilege because people have to be whiny? let's have a round of applause for the people who think that casual sex is an acceptable thing to do. like I always say, if you support it, you've done it. jesus fucking Christ, I am SICK of stupid people.