- secure parking, and…
- a gated entry
I landed on a property with a gated carport (but sports a wall in the back I could easily step over), and an entrance every delivery guy and plumber in town has the code for - including my pervy boyfriend.
|Wall "protecting" carport.|
The rapist gate is my pet name for the insurmountable obstacle that stands between safety and a torn perineum. It's like Ft. Knox, and it's the only way to access my building from the carport. The problem with this Sentinel is that it possess a persnickety lock that mocks me every time I attempt to use it, and flat out rebuffs me whenever I'm in a hurry.
If you're still having trouble picturing this, imagine my gate is Gandalf:
I stick my key in the hole: frozen. I jiggle it around: nothing, no movement at all. It's getting dark, I glance over my shoulder - right to left - I'm feeling exposed and vulnerable. I jiggle some more: my key won't budge. Sweat beads form at my brow. I can feel a presence, I know it's coming. Through the gate I spy the front door to my apartment - it's so close! The hair on the back of my neck raises - do I hear footsteps? I jiggle the key in the lock more furiously: it's fucking jammed! And then, without warning, he's on me, slamming my face against the wrought iron, mussing up my good hair day (a gentleman he is not), and it's game over. As predicted, this gate was the death of me, and my vagina.
At least this is how I imagine it would go down. It's never actually happened to me.
The question I like to ask is: Is it still considered rape if I get wet? Because I'm the fucking sicko that likes to joke about rape being a high form of flattery.
Fast forward - I'm at a housewarming party, talking to a group of acquaintances (aka: people I barely know) when I bring up my "rape is flattering" philosophy. I can tell my audience doesn't take me seriously to begin with, so why not spice up the conversation a bit? Fuck it.
Luckily for me, everyone laughs and plays along. We're not squares here! One guy even jumps in and starts talking about the time he took a shower in the fetal position after a bad date. Okay… We all kinda quiet down, our faces still holding half-cocked smiles, as this guy proceeds to explain that everything was going great! They were hot and heavy, really going at it… he was definitely aroused and this girl obviously knew how to work it. She had a bit of a reputation for being a whorebag, so she better know what she doing! So there he is, hard as a rock, going at it with this chick on the couch, when she slides her panties off from under her skirt, pulls him over to her, and rams him inside her. Before he could stop or back away, she wraps her legs around his waste - locking him into place - and goes to town.
At this point, he's the only one laughing as he tells his "joke," while the rest of us stand there, mouths agape, staring at him in silence, until--
Me: "Um… that's called rape…"
Party-goer: "Yeah dude, you got raped."
You see, it's all fun and games until someone actually gets raped.
Now everyone's just getting fidgety and downright uncomfortable, so he tries to explain that the real reason he was rocking back and forth in a fetal position in the shower afterwards was because he was afraid she gave him an STD. Yeah, I'd be afraid of that too, if I got RAPED.
Suffice it to say, don't I feel like a goddamn asshole. And I no longer joke about rape, I keep it where it belongs: in the bedroom, during role-play.