I posted this recent rehash on NRO:
Sometimes I mix up narrative and dialogue and points of view, so forgive me. But I’m a really good judge of character, so I’m sure this story was true.
A male freshman from an Ivy League school recently confided in me that he had been raped by nine female staff in the faculty lounge. Raped with objects. Viciously. For three hours. He had been tricked into going there ostensibly to go over his Psychology 101 term paper, which was getting an “F” because it did not seem to sincerely enough support homosexual marriage and trans-gender rights.
When he arrived at the staff lounge, he was hit from behind with a softball bat. He crashed to the floor, breaking a glass table, and then he lost consciousness. But when he came-to, he found himself on the floor a midst the glass, being held down and raped by the nine Women’s Studies Department profs. Raped with objects imaginable and unimaginable. He remembered some of their voices, knew them from other courses, and this is what they said, while they did it to him. In the glass.
One of them named “Sandy” said, “Think gays don’t deserve equal rights? Try this one for size!”
One of them named Gretchen came at him with a ...
(How is my version more or less credible than “Jackies?”
Matt Bracken
UVa 1979. Wahoo-wah.
Very sad times for The U.
I think you copied that from penthouse forum.
Actually, this reminds me of the writing style of Edgar Allan Poe in some of his stories.
Well done, sir.