18. The therapist I saw briefly told me in no uncertain terms that ‘a woman can’t rape a man. It’s physically impossible.’.
“So I’d just separated from my ex-wife and some friends took me out drinking to ‘cheer me up.’ I got shit-ass drunk, and they managed to get me home and on my bed, where I passed out.
Have you ever been woken up by something that initially seems pleasant, but you suddenly realize that it’s kind of horrible? How for a few seconds, you just enjoy it and soak it in, and then reality comes crashing in and you snap awake? Well, I woke up about three seconds from cumming, which is usually a great way to wake up, but the reality came in when I specifically remembered not bringing anyone home from the bar and that I had no idea who or what I had just come in.
Turns out it was my soon-to-be ex-wife. Her story was that she saw me out drinking but didn’t say anything, and then decided to come over after she figured my friends had time to drop me off and leave. Apparently, they didn’t lock up behind them and she just sauntered in, pulled down my shorts, and started riding my comatose dick. No protection.
I pulled up my shorts and told her to get out, and she just laughed at me. I threatened to call the cops, and she finally left. About 7 months after that, she had me served with child support papers. My attorney demanded a blood test, and we never heard back from her lawyer.
I told a total of three people about what happened. One was a formerly close friend, who was like ‘dude, that sounds awesome!’ A female friend said, ‘Seriously? That’s like saying a Chihuahua raped a Great Dane. It just doesn’t work like that.’ Presumably because my ex was 5’1″ and under 100 pounds, while I was 6’2″ 270. And the therapist I saw briefly told me in no uncertain terms that ‘a woman can’t rape a man. It’s physically impossible.’
So I don’t talk about it. It isn’t a thing that society is prepared to accept, and I come across like I’m either making it up or trying to play the victim. It sucks sometimes, and I’ve made up a half a dozen different stories for a half a dozen different women about why I don’t like being touched when I’m sleeping. Not having anyone to talk it through with was hard, but I got used to it.”
19. She tells me that if I don’t fuck her she will get out of the car and yell rape.
“Fuck it, I broke up with my ex and pretty much ignored her for a month. We had class around the same time and once I got out she asked me to see her so she could give me back my stuff. I say sure and she follows me back to my car.
Once we get there the college campus is huge so she asks me to drive her to her car which I do because I didn’t want to seem like an asshole.
Once I drive her to the car she refuses to get out and begs for me to take her back, I say no and get out (this goes on for about 15 minutes). She finally gets out and offers to take me to dinner with her friend from work since I was broke at the time and hadn’t eaten in about a day or two. I agree and we go, I have a couple of beers she has one, the dinner is fine but now it’s about 9-10PMish and she lives 30 mins away. I drive her home and she refuses to get out of the car again.
Then she moves her hand over my crotch, I immediately tell her to stop and get the fuck out. She doesn’t and tells me that if I don’t fuck her she will get out of the car and yell rape all that cliché shit. I’m 6’3” and a big dude like 215lbs but I have never felt so small in my life. I knew that there was nothing that I could do but take it; who were they going to believe the girl or the scary-looking dude? I went on a trip before with her out of the state and the cop that pulled me over pretty much interrogated me thinking I kidnaped her. So with this in mind I just went numb, she fucked me and I just took it like a fucking bitch.
I hate her, I hate myself for being kind, and I hate people that say guys can’t get raped. I have never felt so humiliated in my life.”