Untitled.
So a while ago I wrote a couple pages that didn’t fit into any of my projects at all… It was just something that popped into my head at work one day, and I scribbled it all out then typed it up later and sent it to a friend. He thought it was too risque to write about date rape. He said that to a certain extent people can deal with the senselessness of rape, but having the character raped by someone she’s intensely attracted to might confuse the reader. And when people get confused, they get angry. They lose interest. They stop reading and throw shit around instead. But the fact is, most crimes- murder, rape, you name it- are committed by individuals that the victim is very familiar with; date rape happens. I left it alone for a while, until yesterday when it suddenly popped back into my head.
If you think you can’t be raped by someone you find beautiful, someone you maybe love, or even by someone you’ve slept with mutually before, you’re ignorant and I don’t want your attention anyway.
The story isn’t really about rape, anyway. It’s really about the first time I slept with my boyfriend, and it wasn’t rape at all; but the parallels are there within the characters. You can’t be offended by a metaphor, can you?
Maybe I’ll downplay it a bit, take away the actual rape and just turn it into something else uncertain, to play it safe, because I think this is a story that has real potential. Not as a long term project, just something for fun. I don’t see it being more than fifty pages long because there isn’t THAT much to say about it. It’s going to be short and bittersweet. So I’ll start by revamping what I already posted on here, then work backwards, then jump back to the end. Word.
Code said,
March 29, 2010 at 6:26 am
I say go for it, I want more stories that aren’t a candy coated glossy versions of reality. I’m tired of our love of love, I want strife, conflict something that takes our pretty little perceptions of reality and rips them apart and wakes us up.
I have a feeling more and more that I’m not alone, but the others like me are still asleep, insulated deep in their comfortable dreams. Draw them in gently with love and leave them with conflict and strife.
I would have to agree with what you say about the people we find beautiful and the ones we love being the ones capable of causing the most damage. What makes me such a dangerous effective fighter is my ability to put my opponent’s mind at east, to make them feel comfortable, by that point I’ve already won.