The whole unbelievable george galloway thing got me wondering, not for the first time, whether something I once went through was technically rape? I can't say it affected my life that much other than to make me grow up and feel a bit squirmy and ashamed/dirty when I think of it, but I can certainly see why it'd be a grey area and there's no way I'd seek a conviction even though I despise the twat.
You're in bed with a man, you want to be there up to now, he is between your legs, the moment has come so you say to him something like 'ok big boy, time to put a condom on then' and instead of putting one on, he just carries on without a word, plunges in and in literally ONE thrust, has come in you....hm.
It was worse than just disappointing. I didn't want his cum in me! I certainly didn't want to be pregnant, or take the risk of a disease. He wasn't a loving partner, little more than a one night stand.
I lay there feeling angry and squirmy for a while as he just went off to sleep and then gathered up my things and hurriedly left in the dead of night feeling dirty.
(He wasn't a teenager or anything, he was in his 40s, I mistakenly thought older men would be good in bed!)
Soooo, is that rape? I kinda think yes, as my consent ended the minute he didn't put a condom on, but certainly not as bad/damaging as what two of my friends have been through with work colleagues and minicab drivers. Or, am I just a dramatic silly girl?