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Imagine that you survive the forced-feeding, and that as your attacker leaves you, either in the place of attack or having dropped you off somewhere to make your own way home, that they mock you by talking about how wonderful your favourite dessert tasted, and how lucky you were that they gave you more of it than you’d ever had before.
And now for the kicker:

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Imagine that when you tell people what happened, and how bad it was, and how scared you were and how hurt your body is, they look at you blankly, and say: “But what’s the problem? Everybody knows that you really, really like that dessert!”
Think about how long it might take for you, or whether you would ever want, to eat your favourite dessert again, because every time you saw it, let alone smelt it or tasted it, you would remember that attack by the force-feeder.

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Then stop repeating or believing bullshit about how rape is really just rougher than usual sex, things just “get a bit out of hand” and no real harm done.

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The metaphor above deliberately uses the roughest imagery possible of sticks and broken teeth and lacerations, which I expect some people might object to as not the case in many acquaintance-rapes where women are left without physical injuries. I suggest that anyone tempted to make such objections really think a bit harder about the difference between doing something when you choose to do it, and enjoying doing it when it is your choice, versus being forced to do it at someone else’s choice with no care for your safety or dignity, and that someone being gratified at you being powerless to stop them.

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Imagine your favourite dessert. You know, the one you almost always end up ordering at a restaurant even though you’ve had it heaps of times before. That one dessert of which you always want second or even third servings. The one you ask friends and family to make for your birthday.
Really imagine it. The taste of it. The feel of it on your lips and tongue and sliding down your throat. The lingering aftertaste. How much you’ll enjoy it the next time you have a chance to eat some.
Imagine the surroundings. Are you alone, savouring it all to yourself? Are you with friends, all enjoying sharing this dessert? Are you in a lovely cafe or restaurant, enjoying the ambience and the service?
Imagine how many servings you are going to have this time. Will you eat it fast or slow? Will you eat it all, or take some home with you for later?
NOW imagine someone forcing you to eat your favourite dessert. It’s not a joke. You can’t get away. They are too strong for you, and they are kneeling across your chest and pinning your arms. Maybe they have threatened you with a weapon to get you to this place, or perhaps tricked you with an offer of your favourite dessert and then overpowered you once they got you alone.
Imagine that they are not just offering you your favourite dessert in any way that you can control how you bite it, chew it and swallow it. This person is shoving your favourite dessert down your throat. With a stick.
Imagine that your favourite dessert is being shoved down your throat so hard and fast that you are choking on it, and you can’t take in quite enough air in between mouthfuls. You are going dizzy from lack of oxygen, yet you’re afraid to gulp air too deeply in case dessert gets into your lungs.
Imagine how the stick is bruising, scraping and lacerating your throat as more and more of your favourite dessert is being shoved down your throat.
Imagine how the taste of blood from the lacerations in your throat is mingling with the taste of your favourite dessert.
Imagine how your teeth are being chipped and broken by the stick, and how they are mingling with the dessert so that you are swallowing them as well.
Imagine how your lips are being split and bruised by the stick as the dessert continues to get shoved in your mouth.
Imagine how you are squirming to try and avoid the next mouthful, how you are crying, how great streams of snot are streaming down your cheeks, how your eyes are begging for the person to stop but the person just won’t stop.
Worse: imagine that you are so frightened that the person will kill you that you just lie there, unresisting, unmoving, trying hard not to really be there in your body because then the stick shoving dessert down your throat doesn’t hurt quite so badly.
Imagine how in either of the above – squirming fear or immobile shock – you are totally aware that your lack of power to stop the person, and your terror and pain, is what they want from you most. The dessert is irrelevant except for being a way to hurt you

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