You are putting words in my mouth that I didn’t say.
There is such a thing as date rape. There is such a thing as acquaintance rape.
Those are forcible assaults.
There is such a thing as “regret” rape also. This article,
in a teen magazine, written by a female, talks about it a bit. And then there is
this article, also written by a female (Kathryn Holmquist), that advises parents about the proclivities of young, Irish girls:
Some 15- and 16-year-old girls play a game in the relatively-controlled environment of the disco, in which they give each other a challenge to get off with a certain number of boys. (This game has been going on for 30 years, so nobody’s shocked). Usually it’s five - although I’m told that the gold standard is 20. Watching each other, the girls line the boys up and get off with them one by one. We’re not talking pecks on the cheek. We’re talking full body contact, deep kissing, hands up the skirt - the whole foreplay fantasy. The girls have an illusion of control, because the disco is a “safe” environment.
When the action moves to the uncontrolled environment of a car, a park or a private home, the rules blur. When a boy goes “too far”, this is date rape.
Or you have
this piece in Salon (written by Jessabelle) (caution:language NSFW) that very graphically discusses a number of different potential scnearios involving alcohol and sex.
And, of course, you have the assortment of blog entries that say that a female is unable to consent to sex when she has alcohol in her bloodstream so if she decides the next morning that it was rape, it was rape, and the guy should have known better.
And, so far as I can tell from my little bit of research, apparently, the latter is the current standard of the law: that is, that if the female is in any way impaired by a substance (Or the “bottom” in a male-male relationship or the femme in a lesbian relationship), she is unable to give consent and, by rights, can charge the male with rape (and eventually have him convicted) the next morning.
BTW, we’re not talking slipping the girl (or the bottom or the femme) a mickey. We’re not talking fall down black out vomiting drunk. We’re talking **any **level of intoxication, presumably even a single drink…if the prosecutor wanted to push it that far. (see this
Washington City Paper article with an abundance of links)
Frankly, during my younger years back in the 70s and early 80s, I could see that, under this standard, well over 50% of the males (tops, doms) could be considered potential rapists. Because people drank, people got high, and sex usually followed. It was just part of the milieu. Not saying it was right…but that’s the way it was.
Even today, this concept means that 99% of the males in Cancun or Daytona on Spring Break are potential rapists, if only the girls would have the guts to charge them (why? because they’re virtually all drunk and they’re virtually all having sex).
Sexually promiscuous? yes. Hedonists? yes. Going to hell if they don’t show contrition and repent? yes. But rapists?
According to some of the comments here and according to some of the comments on the feminist blogosphere and according to state, supposedly, of the law…yes. Because a woman (bottom, femme) who is intoxicated to any degree is unable to give consent. And, in the absence of a full consent made with the freedom of the will and full knowledge…then it’s rape.
Bottom line for males (tops, doms): if your perspective sex partner has had anything to drink, stay away.
I’m sorry…but I just have a really, really hard time with that concept.