Frotteurism. A minor incident from a lifetime of bullshit rape culture (cw):
As a 10 year old girl, on the tube in London, a man masturbated against me. He left semen all over my skirt. I had no idea at the time what had happened, only that I was very distressed, upset and felt ashamed.
Dirty old men do this type of thing and don't care about the girl, in fact they take pleasure in her suffering. A child has not even the slightest understanding of the dynamics at play.
As a 10 year old, one has no understanding of not only what drives sex but particularly abusive, non-consensual sex. It would be like trying to write an exam paper on a subject I'd never studied, in Arabic, blindfolded. It has taken a lifetime to unravel layers of shame, confusion, obfuscation and 'kink positive' narratives to realise exactly what happened to me that day.
Unfortunately I now have a far greater understand of exactly what is happening, that the man who did that knew exactly what he was doing. He was a predator, he did it on purpose, he sought it out, knowing that I had not consented, in fact because I had not consented and was not able to consent.
I see it now very clearly.
Predators are ubiquitous. They are common. They are persistent. It's banal, and something that women sadly learn to deal with. By the time women get to middle-age, we've had a fucking lifetime of being used like this: a girlhood beset by the predatory bullshit, that goes hand in hand with being abused for being frigid/prudish/slutty, then an adulthood putting up with more of the same along with the continual background hum of socialisation that continues to tell us we're wrong for speaking out about it, wrong for being angry, wrong for saying no.
We should shut up and let the men do what they need to do to get off. We should be kind about the failure of judgement, the several failures of judgement, the silly jokes, the cheeky jokes, the saucy outfit, the inappropriate comment, the comedy sex prop, the careless photos, the nicknames, the forgetfulness, the accidental slippage, the I-can't-help-myself, the he-didn't-realise, the all-good-fun the let's-not-spoil-it the hush, hush, hush. Don’t be a prude, don’t be a pearl clutcher, don’t moralise, don’t speak up.
Mocking women for talking about our history, for speaking our truth, for protecting our children?
I see you.
No, thank you.