Repeat these very words in the TG thread will ya.
Well, they won't be listened to anyway.
On another note, isn't rape in some cases biologically drive and psychologically reinforced? Man is aroused----> He is denied sex-----> therefore he rapes?
I doubt it, and it doesn't make sense to me. My sex drive, or whatever you want to call it, seems to be about an order of magnitude greater than what most men report, and my sexual frustration is quite serious. At 50, I can fairly easily have seven orgasms a day, as long as I drink enough orange juice, and after a period of 2 years of not having any sex at all, I actively planned suicide. I am truly a sex fiend. It's a really good thing that I now know how to seduce, because otherwise, I'd be a basket case. Which I was before. A couple of years after I figured out how to get laid to a level of basic confidence (which I did pretty late in life), my very serious mood disorder just went away and has stayed away.
At the same time, rape holds no appeal for me. Completely apart from moral revulsion, which I've learned to ignore in order to be a skeptic and keep factual judgments clear of value judgments, I just don't see the point.
Which is funny, because I'm just fine with rape play, consensual non-consent, and a variety of BDSM activities that would make a sailor blush. The slightest indication that a woman isn't happy with me, and I just shut down. When Aristophanes wrote in
Lysistrata "Take a woman without her volition? Men don't enjoy it in that condition," he was speaking for me.
I can't speak for everybody, but I can see the appeal of murder, or warfare, or even genocide, and I can get extremely angry indeed, enough to make my face break out. But actual rape doesn't seem to fire a single happy-making neuron in my head. Nor does it seem that there are any environmental factors that can explain this. I wasn't lectured about it as a child or adolescent. It wasn't my own victimization, because I was that way before. I became quite hostile toward women who, according to the prevailing ideology of the time, pooh-poohed my experience, and there were a few I could conceivably have popped a cap into, but never rape. (I'm glad the ideology has changed, and most women at least acknowledge the existence of male victims, so those days are behind me.)
Nor does it have anything to do with some sort of esteem of women. Women are just people, and not particularly impressive people at that. They tend to be shorter, and I think they smell nicer (except for 1/4 of the time between puberty and menopause), and I have a lot of brain wiring to want them, but that's about it. I am neither inclined to put them on a pedestal nor praise or defer to them when they say something idiotic.
If their were anything at all in me that liked actual rape, well, I could see, maybe some other men have more of it, or less empathy, or something like that, but there's nothing at all. I can only conclude that either there is something desperately wrong with me, or there is something desperately wrong with rapists.
So I have a really hard time seeing how rape falls out of the sex drive in any way, as I have more than most can imagine, and there's nothing there. I tend to listen a bit when people suggest other things, but the "rape is about power" stuff comes across as too inchoate to be talked about. Specific paraphilias? I know oodles of paraphilias. Childhood abuse? Well, I didn't get much physical abuse, but I know all about emotional abuse. So what is it, then?
I once heard an NPR report with a woman who had done lots of research into serial killers. (I wish I remembered her name so I could find the book.) She said something that surprised me and which isn't present in most stuff about killers. She said that they had a great deal of difficulty telling the difference between the living and the dead. They played a bit of a recorded interview with a serial killer. She asked "Am I alive?" He thought for some time and replied "I guess." Even animation doesn't seem to help, as a lot of serial killers keep the corpses dressed up and talk to them.
Maybe something like that is going on in the brains of rapists. Maybe they don't see people, or maybe they just don't see women as obviously alive, but in a way like inanimate objects. So a woman is just an animated sex toy.
And maybe there are women who don't see men as being alive. In fact, I think there are, but they mostly just write books or become nuns or prostitutes or something.