Posted on 09/19/2018 5:25:53 PM PDT by TigerClaws
Telling one’s own personal story is often the most powerful way to make a point, or, more importantly, to make people think. When grandiose statements entrenched in politically correct terminology are made, many may listen but few will hear.
When I hesitated in writing this column, I realized I was basking in hypocrisy. So instead I chose to write and risk.
New Year’s Eve 1984 I will never forget. I was 15. As the ball dropped, I leaned over to hug a friend and she met me instead with an overwhelming kiss.
As we fumbled upon the bed, I remember debating my next “move” as if it were a chess game. With the “Top Gun” slogan ringing in my head, I slowly reached for her breast. After having my hand pushed away once, I reached my “mark.”
Our groping ended soon and while no “relationship” ensued, a friendship did. You see, the next week in school she told me that she was drunk that night and didn’t really know what she was doing.
While she liked me a lot, she said she just wanted to be friends. I have gotten used to those five words, but that’s another column.
Ever since puberty, I remember receiving messages that sex was a game, a competition. Sexual relations were best achieved through luck, guile, strategy or coercion. Another friend in high school counseled me on the importance of drinking: “With liquor you’ll get to bed quicker,” she said. Thinking about her statement back then, I realized its veracity.
Coming to college, I was immersed in the same sort of attitudes.
“What do you think happened? She invited me back to her room at 3 a.m.”
“I’ve got to find a way to snatch that snatch.”
“The best thing for that girl would be to be tied down and screwed.”
Out of context these statements seem shocking, but in context they were barely noticed.
After two years at Stanford, I snapped from one extreme to the other. Once, during my sophomore year, in response to a slew of my verbiage, a friend of mine chidingly called me a man-hater.
In retrospect, my soliloquy titled “The Oppressive Nature Of Male Dominated Society And Its Violent Manifestations: Rape, Anorexia, Battered Wives” may have been a surreptitious attempt to convince her that I was a sensitive man, but more likely I was trying to convince myself that my attitudes had changed.
My polar leap had little to do with residential education. It had to do with a deluge of reality. You see, I had begun listening to the raw truth from men and women discussing rape about two years ago as a peer counselor. The conversations were personal accounts, not rhetoric; they were real life, not dorm programing. It was a wake-up call — I will never be the same.
I find myself with no conclusion for this column. A conclusion would speak of a simplicity I do not feel. I can find little clarity in the torment of emotions I now experience when even allusions to this issue are made. All I have are poignant visions.
I see that preceding all the horrors of rape are a host of skewed attitudes.
I see my friends seeking to “get some” or to “score.”
I see people making power plays.
I see myself at 15 trotting around the bases and stealing second.
I now see the crowds, no, not the spectators, but the thousands, the millions who are rarely seen or heard.
I’ve seen enough.
I spoke to a 40 year old woman who has trouble looking at her self in the mirror when she gets out of the shower; to her, her body is always dirty. She can’t make love, she never had an orgasm, she never will forget what happened her first time. She can’t close her eyes.
Cory values the dialogue he has received in response to his column and welcomes more.
Cory Booker describes his road trip to Hawaii, by driving from New Jersey to Hawaii
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcfLZDVw8LU
‘Sharticus!’
What a douch-nozzle.
cryie booker
Cory knows that payback ain’t gonna be nice. He attended a suburban , predominantly white NJ high school and was a football star. There just might be a few stories out there that he would prefer never be told. When he runs for President, keep your eye out for rumblings from Old Tappan, New Jersey
So he can’t run now, right?
Pedantic.
Obviously lying, there were no girls only other boys he’s still on the downlow like Obama.
Spartacus, yo, Spartacus........!
If it were pedantic, we may have come away with a point...
I think the author just wants to be a president someday.
Every generation thinks that they ‘discovered’ sex, and that their parents were clueless about it.
And every generation seems to DEgenerate, in terms of their wisdom regarding the subject.
Retardicus!
(With ZERO offense or comparison to my dear Downs Syndrome buddies!)
That story is just as true as Sen. Blumenthal's Vietnam service and Sen. Warren's Indian heritage.
I can see why girls didn’t much cotton up to Booker. That want to date men not nancyboys who fantasize of sleepovers with Spartacus
Cory is a faggy, beta-boy virtue-signalling poof. About the only thing he welcomes is a hot bath with some candles and incense, and a cucumber masque while having his nails done.
I've had my share of assaults from females. They must be evil. This situation happened to me, at 15 I walked a girl to her bus stop. I turned to say bye, and she planted a deep tongue kiss on me. Then there were times during high school when girls climbed into my car without permission, grabbed me and kissed me. Times I was going up stairs and a girl behind me would pinch my butt. Other times while standing in a crowded bus where a girl would press herself up against me while smiling and gazing at me, me too embarrassed to do anything about it. (All true.) I tell you, females are evil and we need senate hearings to do something about restraining them from harming males! Here it is some 50 years later, and some woman hit on me today wanting me to go somewhere with her (also true). She didn't realize my wife was sitting hidden about ten feet away. My wife snickered, and told me she's no prize. Oh, when will the assaults by women end!
Hail Asparagus!
There was this character on Star Trek, TNG, “Mr. Barkley”, who some of the other characters called “Mr. Broccoli” due to his wimpiness and confusion (about most everything), despite actually being highly intelligent and capable.
I believe we may have found his successor, only Booker seems to have been even more “lost”. It’s not at all that I am insensitive to rape / abuse victims, but that column is pure drivel. And I say that as a nerd who was raised very conservatively and for a long time was very shy around women, especially ones I liked... At least I knew what I wanted, and tho’ it took a while, eventually got and still have!
reading the article
my immediate thought was he is channeling Meat Loaf love by the dashboard lights.
Incidentally, back in my late 20’s(?), there had been a fatal rape in our town — several of “us guys” were discussing it one night, and it was agreed by all that if we ever came across such a thing in progress, this would basically be our response:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2iWKLLxpHk4
“They say I killed a man, but I never told them why...”
I guess I’m glad I never came across such a thing!
Except that Top Gun wasn't released until 1986, and it wasn't a breast, it was a penis.
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