SASA literally withdrew his cock and his consent right then and there, not a moment before. No meant no. When SASA expressed it, this sad encounter immediately stopped.
Dan, I do not see rape or criminal sexual assault in these facts because SASA was a willing penetrator-perp, orally for certain. As to the anal sex, he arguably signed up for the tail at the beginning of his tale (offer, acceptance, performance — it’s damn near a contract as well). Here we have consent coupled (ahem) with clear evidence of intent from the alleged victim.
However, all this legal analysis just leaves me cold, wondering about SASA, the other perp and whether or not SASA should just go make a police report aside from legal considerations and outcome. I say this only because on the one hand, maybe this is an Internet predator who needs a warning shot across his or her bow. The creep may warrant a warning in the form of a visit from the local authorities before someone does get raped, assaulted, killed or HIV. Just one simple act of protection by the police, as it were. (By the way, what are the jurisdiction’s laws regarding the knowing, undisclosed transmission of HIV where SASA lives?)
On the other hand, we live in a fickle world, Dan, and the cops may well point that cannon at SASA as well. What was the age of the other participant? Why couldn’t he or she go to a bar? Those ramifications could be quite serious for SASA. We all possess a constitutional right to act stupid in this country, although it does not always rise to the level of criminal behavior. SASA exercised his constitutional right and might actually learn something from it: Responsibility to himself and responsibility for others’ welfare in light of his desires and behavior. The golden rule. —Another Lawyer Languishing In The Heartland
I am a practicing criminal defense attorney in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. I have handled many cases, including attempted rape cases.
SASA has a very difficult decision to make — is he willing to put himself up to the agonizing ridicule, the consistent attacks and the humiliation of going on the stand in a criminal rape or sexual assault case? Never kid yourself — the victim is just as much on trial as the alleged assailant in a rape case. Period. It’s not fair; it’s not unfair. It’s the way it is. The victim is judged by the jury, by the prosecutor, the media, the lawyers and anyone else associated with this type of case. Even his own family. Can SASA stand the mortifying intensity of having his decisions (good and bad) put under that kind of microscope? Only he can answer that question. Here is a glimpse of what he is up against:
The guy who attracted SASA to the "dark apartment" is going to claim any or all of the following:
• That he met SASA on the Internet and both stated explicitly that they were either gay or bi-curious;
• That the victim said he had never done this before and was very shy;
• That they agreed to meet at the assailant’s apartment;
• That the victim had a fantasy he always wanted fulfilled regarding dungeons or mystery screwing or something in that light;
• That the victim was very willing at first, but then got cold feet and took off;
• That the victim called the assailant back and stated that he was still willing to go through with it (and hence came back a second time);
• That the victim and assailant spoke several times that evening;
• That when the victim returned, he got naked of his own accord and they began sexual intercourse;
• The assailant can claim that they either reached climax or that they stopped when the victim asked him to stop. Either way, that’s not rape.
• That the victim left then called him again.
All of the above, unfortunately, can be corroborated, either in whole or in part, by SASA (with the exception of the bi-curious allegation).
SASA will claim that he thought the man was a lady. But the assailant has so many things going for him that it’s an uphill battle for SASA to even prove this. I see nothing but bad things here for SASA. The fight would be hard and, I suspect, unfulfilling. —Reality-Check Attorney
First let me say, as a public health nurse who works with trauma victims, I wholeheartedly support your advice for SASA to stay in therapy. Victimization of this kind can leave lasting and debilitating emotional scars. It’s important for SASA to deal with this incident in a safe and healthy way so he can hopefully go on with his life. As far as pressing assault charges, the first instinct is to say, "Yes! Certainly! This man should be punished!" However, this may not be the best way for SASA to seek closure. While I believe more men should come forward after sexual assaults, it is not always easy to get a conviction on such a charge. The victims in such circumstances are often subject to a further victimization at the hands of the justice system that is worse than the original assault. I believe SASA should consult with police and an attorney to assess the viability of such a charge. If anything, he should provide information about this person’s online activities to police so they can perhaps prevent future assaults. SASA needs to examine, with his psychiatrist, the best and healthiest way for him to close this chapter of his life. —Meaghan Turner, RN, BScN, BA, public health nurse
To SASA: I’m not a rape counselor, lawyer, cop, or anyone with a degree in anything useful. I’m just a rape victim. Listen, only you can answer the important questions in this situation.
1) Was it rape? If you think it was rape, if you feel or believe you were violated, then it was. You have to trust that.
2) Should you press charges? To answer this question, you have to answer the most important question of all:
3) What is best for you? People get caught up in a lot of nonsense about doing the right thing or getting revenge or seeking justice or just not drawing any attention to themselves. You need to take care of yourself because no one else is going to do it for you. And, trust me, pressing charges is a whole other ordeal. Our justice system is not there to serve justice to the victim. If 12 average people can relate to your situation and worry it would happen to them, then justice is served. If 12 average people can’t, then you will be told it’s your fault. And that’s if you even make it to trial.
And are you prepared to recount the whole incident five, six, 10 times to various officers, hospital workers, lawyers, etc., minute by minute? And if you manage to keep a smidge of dignity intact, can you deal with being told repeatedly how you are to blame? The rape victim always gets blamed. And in your situation you’re going to hear crap like, "I didn’t think a man could be raped," and a lot worse. —JXJ
You’re probably going to get lots of e-mail from survivors, counselors, and who knows who else advising SASA to run screaming to the cops and whoever else will listen about his traumatic sexual assault. I hope not — but just in case, as a rape survivor, I wanted to throw my two cents on the table.
SASA voluntarily (that is, consensually) walked into a freaky-ass sexual situation with someone he didn’t know. He also voluntarily walked out of it as soon as he became uncomfortable, which is key — he was by no means powerless. He should take responsibility for his actions and not blame the person who said, "I want to meet you under bizarre circumstances and have oral and anal sex with you while wearing a towel on my head in the dark" for doing exactly what she or he (to mimic SASA) said she or he would. I’m not condoning the mystery person’s behavior, but SASA’s finger is pointing the wrong way as he plays the blame game.
Hopefully lots and lots of people will point out the fact that the word "assault" would never occur to SASA if he knew he’d found himself in a woman’s ass, not a man’s.
Obligatory note to those meeting people online (or anywhere) for the first time: Don’t go to a stranger’s home. Ever. Especially twice, SASA. —Survivor Calling Out Ridiculous Nonresponsibility
I can’t believe you let this guy off so lightly. C’mon, now; he’s getting a blow job, and all of a sudden he’s up to his balls in ass? Golly, how’d that happen! I admit that a well-trained and well-lubed ass may be able to swallow a penis in no time flat, but even if our presumed pervert went to all that trouble, it’d be quite a feat to pull off that maneuver without the erstwhile suckee wondering what all the fuss is about. And what about the other odd details of his story? A towel covering the face? Seriously, WTF?
You know it’s a thousand times more likely that SASA had a completely consensual homosexual experience and is now going ape-shit about it. His fear of HIV and AIDS may be real, but his long, elaborate, I’m-dumb-as-shit-but-I’m-still-a-victim story is a lie. —Cunning Lies I’m Told Of Ruinous Incidents Suck
Scared And Seeking Advice claiming rape would be considered a nuisance case. He admits he freely went into a strange and dark apartment, stripped down naked, and went into the bedroom for the purpose of having anonymous sex. He allowed a person with a concealed face to go down on him and was trying to climax. When the person repositioned himself or herself (while he was "not paying attention to her") you and I both know SASA thought he was about to have unprotected vaginal sex and didn’t care. But because it turned out to be anal sex, and it turned out to be a "he," then it suddenly becomes a rape?! I think even John Roberts would say, "Give me a break!" —Philly Buster
In response to SASA’s letter, I do have some advice and concerns. I’m in the much-maligned HIV-STD field (I remember from a past column how much you loooooove us), but I have some guidance here.
1) A normal psychological reaction (especially in the wake of fear) is for individuals to completely minimize exposure. So I’m somewhat skeptical of the "30 seconds" your dick spent inside of … well … somebody’s ass. It was probably longer, and that means that the risk of HIV is still there. Definitely get tested again in three and six months.
2) People get all flustered by the big ‘H’ that they forget about all the other diseases out there. Definitely get checked for syphilis, gonorrhea and chlamydia. Those three are runnin’ rampant in various parts of the United States.
3) While legally there’s probably a case for lack of consent, unless local law distinguishes, you don’t have to give "piecemeal" consent. Going to somebody’s house for sex is consenting for sex. If it got taken a step further (you thought oral and it became anal), you still gave initial consent for sex. Basically, I’m saying while you could build a case, you are more likely to be laughed out of numerous precincts, law offices and other orgs before somebody finally takes this seriously. Why? Well because …
(4) You really, really, really fucked up. Really. There are so many "horror movie get the fuck out" moments in that story that most municipal people will look at you and say, "Uhm, didn’t you realize something was shady here?" If you manage to get out of it without an STD, I’d suggest thanking whatever deity you believe in and moving on. What happened is wrong, but there’s so much culpability here that finding mitigating circumstances would be hard. —Steven
Thank you so much for running SASA’s letter last week. It came to mind today as I entered a similarly darkened room in my neighborhood. The "woman" who had placed an ad in the local escort pages removed her robe by candlelight and had the same long, dark hair and nice C-cup breasts as her pics. But when we started touching and getting close to each other, something about her muscle tone set off a warning. I moved my hand in to check her true gender. When she repeatedly moved my hand away, I looked at her straight in the eyes, and opened myself to the truth. Her facial structure could easily be a man’s. I got myself up and out of there and was able to get half my $500 back. "Her" parting comment was, "Are you sure you’re looking for a woman? The way you look, I think you really want a man."
I feel for SASA, and thanks to him and to you, I learned something from his experience. —Close Call
I had an experience almost like SASA had a few years ago.
A friend and I went to meet these two "women" that we met from a chat line. We got there and the house was dark. One of them was talking to us in the living room while the other was "getting ready." I felt a strange vibe almost immediately but couldn’t communicate anything to my friend in front of "her." To make a long story short we were there for about five minutes before the one that had been talking to us left the apartment for some reason. The one that was getting dressed cracked a door and poked his or her face out and asked for a cigarette. I got up to bring the cig and that’s when I noticed something not quite right with her face. After giving the cigarette to her she closed the door and I turned back to my friend and said something like, "Lets get the hell outta here! That was a fuckin’ man!" We left immediately and ran down the stairs of their building.
About a year later I saw the first "female" on the front page of a local newspaper. The story read something like "Transgender man rapes teen." It was pretty big news around Boston for months. —Not Important
When I read SASA’s story I was stunned and I could relate. The "victim" of this tale is a 21-year-old straight male who was manipulated into a sexual rendezvous with a dangerously adventurous, presumably gay man disguising himself as a woman to seek the sexual charms of a straight guy. The person I relate to in this bizarre story is the deceptive gay man. For the last 10 years I have struggled through this pathetic and dark world of lies and manipulative mischief. At the age of 24, I was horny but had no money, was busy in school and had no sexual outlet at the time. Emotionally, I thought I was in a good state of mind. Wrong!
Playfully, I called some phone-chat personal ads. The gay ones cost money and I could not afford them, and I was also aware that my high, feminine voice would not be in high demand on any gay phone-sex line. I noticed that in the straight chat lines the men also had to pay — however, the women did not. As a joke I decided to call the straight chat line just to see if I could fool anyone. I could. Some men knew what I was up to and loudly voiced their disgust. However, most men were easily fooled. What started out as harmless fun has turned into an ugly mess that has put my life in danger numerous times and made me an emotional mess.
I began spending almost all my free time on the phone, sacrificing any hope for a quality romantic relationship, only to waste time wallowing in the obscene attentions of all these strange men. For the first time in my life I felt men were listening to me. It was all lies but they were listening.
Here is where I start to sing the blues. My childhood was not good (I know, boo-hoo). A quick summation: I am the only child of a white, schizophrenic mother and was abandoned at birth by my black father. At the age of 8, I basically became my mother’s caregiver. I was also a pretty little gay boy. When men or boys did pay attention to me it was always negative. To this day I can’t remember one instance of a man saying or doing anything for me that was kind. The phone chat line, in its twisted way, has proved to be the catalyst in giving me the awakening I needed. I learned that I hated men, specifically straight men. The chat line progressed over the years from simply providing phone sex to arranging to meet guys in public places just so I could watch them waiting for "her," which of course was me. It has most recently progressed to having these strangers come into my apartment for oral and even anal sex in the dark because I was too "shy" to be seen with the lights on.
I have had hundreds of sexual experiences with these men in the last 10 years. Some have been bisexual; however, I am sure most have been straight. I’ve been with some men who are incredibly handsome and some physically repulsive. In the heat of the moment looks did not matter much to me. I have had men who have figured out what was going on during the sex act and have freaked and stormed away too shocked to respond. Only once have I been sexually and physically assaulted. In that terrifying moment my misery, shame and pain were so great that I did not really care if I died. I think most men whom I’ve been with have not been violent simply because they were so stunned that any gay man would do anything so obviously dangerous.
I know that I am not the only one who struggles with this. I am sure there are many factors that contribute to gay men behaving the way I have. One theory is that effeminate gay men simply are not desired in the gay community. The majority of gay men want muscles and masculinity, not petite and sweet. Some gay men are more turned off by effeminacy than obesity! The places where effeminate men can attract the attentions of horny masculine men are places where they can get away with being women in disguise (Internet and chat lines).
To the 21-year-old who was so traumatized by his experience, please, if you can, accept my apologies. However, Dan, I disagree with you in saying that we who commit such acts are "extraordinarily evil faggots." There is a sad, dark undercurrent to why we do these things and at this time society is not yet able to face this. I hope my story helps in explaining part of it. We are deeply troubled, living in a world that hates not gay men as much as effeminate gay men. As sexual outcasts without visibility to our problem, we are alone in our pain. I know your readers probably want me to simply climb down from my cross and get over it, but for an effeminate gay man to go through life being the object of ridicule since birth to simply shrug it off and get over it is not realistic. Believe me, it is a slow process to learn to love, forgive and respect men as an adult when as a child they displayed only hatred to me. It has not been an easy life. This is only part of my story. I no longer believe it is so unique. —The Voice In The Dark
I couldn’t track anything down about that story online, but it sounded very much like a first-person version of an urban legend. I mean, come on, it’s a cautionary tale of the first order, you said so yourself. The only part missing was that the dude didn’t get AIDS, which he likely would have in an urban legend. Just a thought. —Folklore University Send letters to email@example.com
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