by Gerste » Sat May 02, 2015 3:54 pm
There was a small period of time in my life when the notion of rape in fantasy would have some "allure," but I found out quickly that it was more compulsive in nature than tantalizing. It quickly lost its luster and became repulsive. Most all of my fantasies involve visual notions (boys streaking, nudism, and the like), or some "consensual" thing, where a boy comes on to me or is a "willing" participant of a sex act. (Of course, from a legal standpoint, boys are never considered willing participants in such matters, but victims of "rape.") I suppose, if one were to be overly general about one's definition of rape, you could say I fantasize about that; but I don't believe that that's what you mean, and I would not call those "rape fantasies." More often, I have fantasized about being raped, but these are almost always homosexual in nature. Girls or women are really never the objects of my lust per se, but they have insinuated themselves into my fantasy life—more or less as props for the "story line," where the objects are male. I would feel guilty if females ever became the objects, and I have an inherent aversion to such things, owing almost exclusively to my inbuilt, or perhaps culturally acquired, notions of chivalry.