I have been wanting to do a post about rape fantasy for a long time now, but whenever I start the post I find myself staring back at a blank screen, unable to find the words to convey what I want to say… and perhaps subconsciously, a little embarrassed. A year or two ago I read Garden of Desires, written by Emily Dubberley (highly recommend it!) and finally realised that I am not the only woman in the world who finds herself fantasising about rape.
Having been in a sexually abusive relationship in the past – which included rape – the whole idea of a rape fantasy is extremely confusing to me. To begin with I was highly ashamed about my fantasy, why the hell would I want to relive that feeling of having no control and of being taken against my will? More to the point, why would my brain drift to that little place when I was having sex or masturbating, and why did it arouse me so much?
After a lot of research and admittedly a lot of soul searching I came to the realisation that for me (and it seems for most women) rape fantasy isn’t so much about the desire to be raped (I do NOT want to be raped, I want to make that clear!) but more about having control over the situation. I know, the idea of rape = control for the victim sounds crazy, but it makes sense when you think about it. The rape fantasy is happening in your head – ultimately it is you in control of the situation – unlike a real rape when the victim is most certainly not in control. Continue reading
When it comes to sex the focus is generally on the organs and assorted parts associated with it; the penis, the vagina, the clitoris, the anus, the g-spot et al. I happen to think there is one very important erogenous zone that is ignored and perhaps a little taken for granted – the brain.
First of all I say it is taken for granted because the brain really is the reason we can have a sexual response at all due to the fact it’s the control centre of the body. The penis and vagina (and associated parts) get all the glory while the brain is just sitting there, unappreciated and taken for granted. But the brain itself is more than just a control centre – it is a huge erogenous zone, a zone full of often untapped, pleasurable, orgasmic potential.
Being in a long distance relationship for 12 months is possibly why I am so aware of the erogenous potential of the brain. For those 12 months most of the sex we had was via the phone so a big part of what we had to do was talk dirty. We had to verbally make one another horny and help the other to orgasm through use of our voices. We’d tell each other what we would be doing if we were together right that moment, we would make up stories, we would do whatever felt right in the moment, just as we would if we were having ‘real’ sex. Fingers or vibrators were always part of this equation… until this one night. Continue reading
‘When a mummy and daddy love each other very much, they cuddle closely and daddy puts his penis in mummy’s vagina…’
From those very first ‘birds and bees’ talks we are told that sex is essentially a man putting his penis in a woman’s vagina… and that is it. We don’t question whether there is more to it or not and we certainly aren’t told that while, yes, sexual intercourse is the act of a man putting his penis in a woman’s vagina, there is actually far, far more to it; a beautifully broad spectrum if you will.
It wasn’t until my late 20’s that I realised the definition of sex isn’t quite as black and white (or penis in vagina) as I thought it was. It’s not that I was brought up being told ‘sex is a penis in a vagina and nothing else’, it was just something I didn’t question. Somewhere along the line society, as a whole, developed an inherent belief about what constitutes sex. It’s something we giggle about as kids, it’s something we’re curious about as teens, something we may or may not enjoy as adults… yeap, good old penis-in-vagina, ‘he puts his what in my where?’ heterosexual penetrative sexual intercourse.
To that idea, I now say a big fat bitch please! Continue reading