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.

Note to self: dont look so gay

Christy (a coworker) and I went to the mall during lunch today.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I totally looked like a lesbian! It was nasty!

I think it was the fact that Christy always looks so cute and dresses in pink when she goes to work. ANd then I have to wear pants and tennis shoes because I work in the lab (pants and tennis shoes - the minimal PPE, I guess).

So Christy - pink, hoop earrings, makeup, long blonde straight hair.

Niki - baggy pants, tennis shoes (my brown ones), a black army shirt, and my hair in a low ponytail.

I might have well had my arms around Christy or something. Ugh, I was just hideous today.

- Oh and Tim is going kayaking ...will probably turn on the AC some when Im at home bc Zoey pants really loud inside the house so its really for his dog, y'know?

- 12 people are going on my rafting b'day trip! They like me they really like me! (even though 2 of the 12 are significant others and 1 of the 12 is me and shouldnt count). I kinda hope someone is like "I cant come" so Sharon can come.

- Umm, still poor for the next 2 weeks. I am hoping I can spend 60 bucks on clothes though to satisfy my shopping needs till June 6. When I will have money again.

- Amy totally better come to church on Sunday. Flavio will be in Savannah and that will leave me all by myself (singing: dont wanna be all by myselfff anymore!!!)
sing it celine.

- funny stuff from ldslinkup.
Here's a link about settling so you can get married.
http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200803/single-marry
And the question that I read which led me to originally post this bullet in the first place: Is it as big of a deal when really unattractive people are able to maintain their virginity? GOOD ONE.
I posted something about 4 feet tall girls dating 6 feet tall guys and that got a lot of girls mad. I was just kidding. But its SO TRUE. OMG. Just the uproar about that one comment clearly shows the prevalence of short girls dating really tall guys! ITS LOGISTICS LADIES!! MECHANICALLY ITS JUST NOT OPTIMAL!! And its selfish because it lowers the dating pool for tall girls like me. Now tall girls have to date the Poindexters and Cletus's. Thanks short girls. Thanks a lot.
Dont even start me on the gingers. Ugh.

What is this from? Life of Brian?

REG: Agreed. Francis?
FRANCIS: Yeah. I think Judith's point of view is very valid, Reg, provided the Movement never forgets that it is the inalienable right of every man--
STAN: Or woman.
FRANCIS: Or woman... to rid himself--
STAN: Or herself.
FRANCIS: Or herself.
REG: Agreed.
FRANCIS: Thank you, brother.
STAN: Or sister.
FRANCIS: Or sister. Where was I?
REG: I think you'd finished.
FRANCIS: Oh. Right.
REG: Furthermore, it is the birthright of every man--
STAN: Or woman.
REG: Why don't you shut up about women, Stan. You're putting us off.
STAN: Women have a perfect right to play a part in our movement, Reg.
FRANCIS: Why are you always on about women, Stan?
STAN: I want to be one.
REG: What?
STAN: I want to be a woman. From now on, I want you all to call me 'Loretta'.
REG: What?!
LORETTA: It's my right as a man.
JUDITH: Well, why do you want to be Loretta, Stan?
LORETTA: I want to have babies.
REG: You want to have babies?!
LORETTA: It's every man's right to have babies if he wants them.
REG: But... you can't have babies.
LORETTA: Don't you oppress me.
REG: I'm not oppressing you, Stan. You haven't got a womb! Where's the foetus going to gestate?! You going to keep it in a box?!
LORETTA: [crying]
JUDITH: Here! I-- I've got an idea. Suppose you agree that he can't actually have babies, not having a womb, which is nobody's fault, not even the Romans', but that he can have the right to have babies.
FRANCIS: Good idea, Judith. We shall fight the oppressors for your right to have babies, brother. Sister. Sorry.
REG: What's the point?
FRANCIS: What?
REG: What's the point of fighting for his right to have babies when he can't have babies?!
FRANCIS: It is symbolic of our struggle against oppression.
REG: Symbolic of his struggle against reality.