NO! That is not how the Fifth Amendment works.
NO! That is not how the Fifth Amendment works.
Attention all news outlets:
What rape vicitms wants a fucking stage? Yes, currently you need to make your case public to even have an iota of a chance at prosecuting your rapist, but rape victims don’t fucking sit around comparing how much people care about them based on type of rape. Jesus. Could you take this terrible opinion directly to the…
An example is if a woman is dating a guy who is a twin. One day the brother tricks her into thinking he is her boyfriend and they have sex. That would be rape by deception.
They never took a doggie bag home and they never touched Golem Jesus’s meal.
Me and my sisters went to catholic school for a year when we were little because we were living in an area where my parents didn’t feel great about the public schools. (We’re not catholic.)
Our ability to read sarcasm tags, apparently.
Hey Mr. Tangerine Man
We really should start a campaign for this: Porn Education Now In Schools!
Because she didn’t actually consent to have sex with *this* person. Just like it would be rape if she consented to have sex with Twin A and Twin B somehow tricked her into sex. It’s not about gender identity, it’s about who she was consenting to sex with.
Um, this isn’t a situation where the person is merely different than they described. They’re a completely different person. If Newland is gender-fluid or trans, she still made up an identity other than the identity of Newland, pretended to date the victim as that identity, and then had sex with the victim as that fake…
That scenario isn’t the same for two reasons.
Yes, it was sexual assault. Newland’s gender-identity is irrelevant to that. Penis-in-vagina sex and dildo-in-vagina sex are two different sex acts. Consent to one doesn’t mean consent to the other.
Yes this is sexual assault and yes this woman is incredibly stupid. They are not mutually exclusive.
I’m laughing aloud to drown out the thoughts that this sienna Sour Patch Kid could actually get the GOP nom.
Last week, I called him a citrus hate-cube, a national moral sunset, an amorphous tailors’ wager, and a calamitous flesh-cloud. Although his orangeness still features in about 50% of my Trumpsults, I’m quite pleased with myself. As you can probably tell.
Thank you. What a bunch of pointless, anti-climactic navel gazing with absolutely nothing interesting to say. It reads like a college freshman’s first semester essay.
Wow, do you think so? I thought it was MFA nightmare writing.