If a man or a woman shows disinterest in, or discomfort with, finishing a sexual activity, but their partner ignores their uneasiness so they can finish, that qualifies as rape, regardless of what some asshole on the Internet thinks. Furthermore, the absence of "no," or even a partner's total silence, does not constitute consent. And while this is only a legal standard in certain places that have adopted affirmative consent laws, such as some college and university campuses, it should be a standard of human decency in all sexual situations. They've even gone so far as to express concern for the man (whom Gianino never names) while showing outright hostility toward her.īut unless a person gives clear, express consent to sexual activity, they are not a consenting sexual partner. Though the essay has received a lot of support, a few readers have hatefully commented via Facebook that this didn't qualify as rape because Gianino didn't verbally withdraw her consent or physically push away her partner. However, instead of stopping when she expressed her discomfort, he continued having sex with her until he had finished. Though she didn't say the words, "stop," "don't," or "no" to the man she was having sex with, she did express to him that he was hurting her, and when he asked her if she wanted to stop, she replied "kind of" while grimacing in pain. In the essay, Gianino recounts a past sexual experience which began as consensual, but turned into what she personally felt was rape.
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But two days ago, after Bustle published a heartfelt personal essay by Laura Gianino, " I Didn't Say No - But It Was Still Rape," the trolls came out in full force to do just that.
Get yourself home, so I can whisper in your ear and criticize you so that you cease to be affected by everything that’s keeping you from taking the crown-which fate and magic both seem to want you to have.It saddens me that, even in 2016, some people think that their thoughts on what qualifies as rape are more important than the actual experiences of real women who have been assaulted. You don’t want to lie or cheat, yet you want to win what Great Thane of Glamis, you want to have something, but you’re too frightened to do it. You hope to become great by acting with virtue and goodness.
You want to be powerful, and you don’t lack ambition-but you don’t have the nastiness required to truly go for it. You are too full of the milk of human kindness to take the shortest route to power. Keep it close to your heart, and farewell.” You are Thane of Glamis, and Cawdor, and you will be the king just as you were promised. While I stood amazed at the strangeness of all of this, messengers from the king arrived and greeted me as “Thane of Cawdor,” which is exactly what the weird sisters had called me before then hailing me as 'the future king!’ M y dearest partner in greatness, I wanted to tell you this news, so that you would not be ignorant of the greatness promised to us and therefore be unable to celebrate. When I tried frantically to question them further, they vanished into the air. “The witches met me on my day of victory, and I have since learned for certain that they have supernatural knowledge. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear And chastise with the valor of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crowned withal. Thou’ld’st have, great Glamis, That which cries, “Thus thou must do,” if thou have it, And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Than wishest should be undone. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Yet do I fear thy nature It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.” Glamis thou art, and Cawdor and shalt be What thou art promised. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it came missives from the king, who all-hailed me ‘Thane of Cawdor,’ by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time with ‘Hail, king that shalt be!’ This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou might’st not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. “They met me in the day of success, and I have learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than mortal knowledge.
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