can a guy get raped?

that pocket ninja guy ...

It is an intellectual poverty to assume that a man cannot be raped by a woman. Social stereotypes trap us into a narrow, rigid way of thinking, a perspective that does not permit our collective imagination to run beyond the tired, worn scenario of the hapless drunkard, lured home by a seductress, half passed out on the couch while she leans over and licks his neck, unbuckles his belt and pulls his manhood, soft like taffy, from his trousers. "No," he murmurs. "I can't. I respect you too much." But she leans over his lap and attacks him with a carnal hunger, drooling and slobbering while her nails rake red lines across his heaving chest. "No," he murmurs again, but he is powerless. His alcohol-induced weakness has sapped him of the strength required to dismount this temptress from his violated sex. And he can feel himself stiffening, can feel himself, against every fiber of his being, becoming aroused, and then she looses from their lacy confines the pendulous mounds of her breasts, and..

Sorry, sorry. Got distracted. Maybe that's not a good example. A plumber. He's a plumber, and he's come over to fix her pipes, and when she answers the door in a sheer teddy through which he can see the dark, puffy circles of her areolae he stammers and steps back before recovering his professional stance. "Uh, you called about your sink?" he asks, and she smiles slyly and invites him in, trailing one sinuous finger along the soft curve of her neck as she eases shut the door, and she leads him to the kitchen while he forcibly keeps his eyes on the ceiling, which has some water spots. And she points him toward the sink, and as he sets down his toolbox on the table she produces a pink silk scarf from a cabinet. "Do you mind?" she purrs, and he doesn't understand what she's asking him, doesn't even understand what's going on as she slips its cool folds over his wrist, tightens the knot, slips the other end around the towel holder hanging over the sink and tightens it. "What are you doing?" he whispers, but now there's another scarf, and she's wrapping it around his other wrist and tying that to the faucet. And he could break free, could snap those scarves like tissue paper, but he's trapped, frozen there as if bound by Medusa's gaze, and can only watch as she presses her lithe body against his, whimpering like a small bird, her hands roving over his powerful chest and strong legs and caressing his forbidden regions. And she pulls one of her teddy's straps off her shoulder, then the other, and squeezes her own breasts with her hands. "Please," she begs. "Please." And still he's frozen, watching in horror as she unzips his pants, lowers herself to her knees, and..

Ah, damnit. Did it again. Screw it. The guy got lucky.

lucious apparatus

idk wtf this is but I read it and lol'd insert other acronyms.

Carla was on her break from the graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory. She sat at a teetering picnic table. There was a toxic orange moon and it was slightly cold. Carla took out her knife and began etching random words into the table’s surface.

Then, she thought of her co-worker, Jack. Carla liked to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus. He was meaty but graceful. His flesh seemed folded onto his body, like a suit made of meat. Carla started to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus in a meat suit.

Thinking this gave Carla a dreamy smile. Her mouth was small to begin with, but dreaming made it even smaller. That’s just how some people are. Their mouths get smaller with dreams.

Carla’s small mouth was dreaming as her knife began carving a poem into the table.
I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain.
I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun.
But what I like best is the worship of a luscious apparatus.

When Carla was done carving she went back to her work station and scooped shiny white goop into jars. That’s just how some people are. Their mouths get smaller with dreaming.

The next day Jack took his own 1am lunch break at the same picnic table. He noticed the poem carved into the wood. Although he didn’t know who had written it, he coincidentally thought ’Luscious Apparatus’ aptly described him. So he took out his own knife and wrote ’Luscious apparatus was here.’

After a few days both Jack and Carla happened to sit at the picnic table at the same time. They both started to look at the things carved in the table. Then they looked at each other. They knew who each other was. Carla’s mouth got small and dreamy. Jack’s eyes got round and hot. When they got done with the graveyard shift, they went back to Jack’s apartment and had sex.

Wordless sex, slow sex, fast sex, talking sex, sex like animals have, sex like boys have, sex like girls have, sex upside down, sex inside out, sex with grins, sex with tears, sex, sex, sex...

Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jack’s bed. Jack picked the knife up and Carla knew at once that Jack’s wounds were from carving himself. Jack was trying to carve poems into himself and now he wanted to carve some in her. This was where she drew the line. She’d have any kind of sex but not with a knife. When Carla refused to let Jack carve her up, Jack felt cheated and misled. He felt that by carving a poem in the table, Carla had been begging to be carved upon. Carla didn’t see it that way at all. She got up and started putting on her clothes. Jack went nuts. He was coming at her with a knife. Carla was scared. Carla was shaking and sweating. Then, because she was small and could move fast she ducked and Jack tripped and fell and impaled himself in the arm with his own knife. He howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there fast.

Carla didn’t think of Jack as a luscious apparatus after that.

Team Building

It's important to remember that abundance is not something we acquire. It is something we tune into. We become just by performing just actions, temperate by performing temperate actions, brave by performing brave actions. When you can't have what you want, it's time to start wanting what you have. Don't be afraid to take a big step. You can't cross a chasm in two small jumps. A person who follows in another's track leaves no footprints. Thus, the task is not so much to see what no one yet has seen, but to think what nobody yet has thought about that which everybody sees.

Far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead. Every step is an end, and every step is a fresh beginning. In fact, the beginning is the most important part of the work.

Leadership is based on inspiration, not domination; on cooperation, not intimidation. The pessimist complains about the wind. The optimist expects it to change. The Leader adjusts the sails. The important thing in life is not the victory but the contest; the essential thing is not to have won but to have fought well. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and, if they can't find them, make them.

It takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are. To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act. And the manner in which one endures what must be endured is more important than the thing that must be endured. There is no failure except in no longer trying. Commitment is the key to unlocking the door to your dreams! You must commit to your goals. Cut the im out of impossible, leading that dynamic word standing out free and clear - possible.

Hope is a waking dream. There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscience effort. Life does not have meaning through mere existence or acquisition or fun. The meaning of life is inherent in the connections we make to others through honor and obligation. I may not be a smart man but I know what love is. Love is a wonderful thing. You never have to take it away from one person to give it to another. There's always more than enough to go around. And the greatest gift is a portion of thyself.

Now get on that zip line, Ethel. Get on that zip line and fly.