“There is no justice for drunk women,” begins Andrea Peysner’s New York Post column, “It’s Open Season For Predators In Uniform,” about the acquittal of a cop accused of raping a drunk woman in her apartment. “A Manhattan jury yesterday had to decide whom it hated more: a rotten police officer who admitted he lied, cheated, cuddled, kissed and groped a drunken woman. Or the woman herself … But there never was any contest. The jury loathed her on sight.” Peysner, it should be noted, is known for her extremely conservative views. I generally consider her a wack job, so I was shocked to read that she was just as appalled as I am by the results of this case.
As a young woman who has also been drunk on many occasions, this case has resonated deeply with me. It has, in particular, reminded me of a night I had eight years ago. I am now wondering how a jury of my peers would have judged me had the night gone differently. Keep reading »
Dominique Strauss-Kahn‘s semen was found on the clothing of the New York City hotel housekeeper he allegedly sexually assaulted, according to the French newspaper, Atlantico. The NYPD reportedly examined her clothes for DNA evidence, and removed a portion of the hotel suite carpet. (This is why it’s very, very, very important that you do not take a shower, brush your teeth or wash your clothes after any type of sexual assault!) However, Strauss-Kahn’s defense team is said to be arguing that the sexual contact between the former International Monetary Fund chief and the unnamed maid was consensual. If you read the new details about the assault that I included in Today’s Lady News yesterday, you’ll likely agree with me that argument could be a stretch. Keep reading »
I have a sense of humor. I swear to God, I do. But, damn it, rape jokes are never funny.
Even though the opening skit of this weekend’s “Saturday Night Live” starred the only two black men in the cast as inmates at Rikers Island meeting accused sexual predator Dominique Strauss-Kahn (played by Taran Killiam), I was willing to go with it. Slightly racist casting there, but who knows, maybe they were the two cast members most enthusiastic about the material? Anyway, the skit was pretty funny: Keenan Thompson and Jay Pharoah played two guys locked in a cell bickering about the International Monetary Fund. I giggled a little, because it was silly. And then, at the end of the skit, Keenan says, “We’re going to rape you now.”
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“[A] big muscular guy, a high school senior … raped me [when I was 12]. It was quick, not pleasant. I was too scared to tell anyone. ‘Tell anyone,’ he warned, ‘and you’ll never have another friend in this school. I’ll ruin your f***in’ reputation’ … This is a memory I suppressed until only a few years ago when, in rehab, it came flooding back. Therapy will do that to you.”
—An excerpt from Stone Temple Pilots/ Velvet Revolver singer, Scott Weiland‘s new memoir, Not Dead & Not For Sale. It’s very rare for famous men to come forward and talk about sexual abuse and assault. It’s hard for anyone to do so, but there seems to be more of a stigma for men. I commend his bravery for choosing to write about his rape. This book should be an interesting read — apparently it also include an anecdote about Scott getting high and almost getting romantically involved with Courtney Love. Yikes. [Spin] Keep reading »
This weekend, police apprehended International Monetary Fund chief Dominique Strauss-Kahn on an airplane moments before takeoff over accusations that he sexually assaulted a New York City hotel maid earlier that day. Strauss-Kahn, a French politician, is now the center of what the London Guardian is calling “France’s Monica Lewinsky moment” — as well as the same-old, same-old s**tshow that happens anytime a powerful and famous man is accused of sexual assault or rape.
Let’s familiarize ourselves with what’s going on, shall we? Keep reading »
“Most unusual sexual experience?” I asked my man as I was straddling him in bed one evening. This may sound like a strange line of questioning, but we like to give each other intimate interviews. It is part of our oddly arousing foreplay.
“A squirter,” he answered.
“Really!?’ I asked, as if he were telling me he sees dead people.
“Yeah, every single time we did it, she squirted.” Keep reading »