Sexual Abuse – My Housemate Brings Home A Psycho
My housemate Den brought some girl over. I figured it must be one of the many girls that he meets off RSVP.com. Den is about forty. She is about the same. He was showing her pictures of the lingerie that he sells on his sites. Then they sat down. She complained of having a knot in her back and Den started giving her a massage.
“That Karl Sanders is such a scumbag,” she said.
“Who?” I asked.
“Karl Sanders. That radio show host who interrogated that poor rape victim on air. I wrote a letter to the editor of The Age, and it was really good. You know how good it was? I’ll tell you how good it was – it was so good, they printed it.”
“Kyle Sandilands? Did you hear a recording of the interview?”
“No, I didn’t hear it. But I have a very strong opinion about it. Anyone who questions someone about sexual abuse like that is a narcissist who only does things to fuel his ego. People’s first reaction to anything reveals who they really are and what they’re really thinking.” Den continued to give her a massage, though she kept jumping over the chaise. A massage wasn’t going to do her much good as long as she got tensed up about something she didn’t even know anything about.
Me: “The media always blows things out of proportion. If I’d heard the interview itself I could form an opinion on what really happened.”
“No, his first reaction revealed what he really is. That he sees other people as just toys for him to do with as he pleases.”
“That’s your opinion.”
“It’s true. He thinks tormenting a rape victim on the air is entertainment. Torment, and even torture. Pure narcissism. People like that shouldn’t be allowed on radio.”
“Prmbably,” I said with a piece of diced beef in my mouth.
“What?” she said, as if she were expected a confrontation.
“I guess so.” I’m not going to argue with her, partially because I didn’t care that much, partially because she wouldn’t even hear what I was saying. All she’d hear was “I am a man, and I am a rapist!” Mainly though, I didn’t want to cockblock Den by incensing her any more.
“I heard on the radio the other day – and I found it pretty funny – because what the hey, if guys laugh about girls being sexually abused I can laugh about a guy being sexually abused. I heard about this guy on the radio. He’d had a stripper for his birthday, and while she had him lying there on the floor, she’d stuck a vibrator up his arse.”
“That is pretty funny,” I laughed.
“But then, she shoved it up there so hard his arse had started bleeding. He’s suing her for sexual assault, because she looked down at him while she was doing it and said ‘You like that, don’t you?’”
“That’s terrible. Even aside from the sexual abuse of it.”
“It is sexual abuse!” she said, ready to jump at any signal of an argument.
“I know, I’m just saying the violence of it is pretty brutal regardless.”
“I have a girlfriend who was delighted when she asked her current boyfriend if he liked anal sex. He said no, why? She said because the last four guys she’d dated had said to her ‘every girl likes anal sex’. I hate anal sex. It’s awful.”
“Yeah, me too. I’ve met a couple of girls that like it though,” said Den.
I thought back to all the girls who told me they’d liked anal. I didn’t think of it at the time, but I wish I’d have told her about a friend of mine who told me she would love to have anal sex, because she loved feeling like a slut.
“Guys who like anal sex have small penises,” she said. She looked at me. “Sorry.” Looking back now, that almost looks like a shit-test.
I shrugged and said “I’ve never had anal sex.”
“I’ll tell you one thing though. I’d never marry a Greek man.” I can’t wait for this self-righteous nutjob to leave so I can ask Den where the hell he picked up this psycho.
“Why not?” I said.
“Well, when you get to a certain age you start to understand certain things.” Like how to be a man-hating, condescending, racist, narcissistic mega-bitch?
“Greeks are the ones that love anal,” said Den.
“Good little Greek Orthodox girls,” said me.
“Exactly.”
“I’ve known so many girls that see Greek guys,” said Queen of the Harpies. “It starts off well, but then it all goes to shit. It’s too much of a culture clash.”
“The family all love the girl while they’re dating,” said Den. “But as soon as they get married, the family will all say ‘She’s not Greek, she’s not Greek! What are you doing with this slut, this malaka?’”
“That’s right,” said Ho-bag. “It was terrible when I was in Greece. I couldn’t go anywhere without a guy whipping out his penis. I was walking around with my friend Alissa. We saw this guy walking ahead of us. He turned around and saw us, then he ran a little way ahead and went into an alley. When we got to the alley, we heard a voice saying ‘ey, ladies!’ and there was this guy with his arms out. And his penis out.
“He’d actually gone to all the effort of running, finding an appropriate place to wait, taking his penis out and waiting there for us.”
Then, after a short silence, the Dungeon-Mistress said “I’m just appalled about the police who raped all the fire victims around Melbourne.”
That came from nowhere. I laughed. Den laughed as well. Maybe she has a sense of humour after all.
“It’s not funny.” She glared at me.
“Oh – I thought you were kidding.”
“Who would joke about such a thing? It’s terrible, people who’d just had all their belongings consumed by this huge, flaming monster. Then the police come in from Adelaide to help, but they’re not there to help, they’re there to fuck up your life and traumatise you,” said the Dragon-Lady. I guess if anyone knows about firey beasts…
Den and Cuntballs went out for a smoke, and went they got back, she looked around and said:
“It’s funny. I look at all the things that men keep in their homes as they grow older, and I look at all the things that women keep. I see these things like stereo systems, TVs, video games, and I just think, that holds no interest for me whatsoever.” The subcommunication was that all those things are stupid, and she’s much better than us. I don’t know if it was supposed to be directed at me or Den, but it didn’t matter anyway, because all of those things were our other housemate’s.
“I hate TV. There’s never anything good on TV,” said Panty-rash.
“Really?” said Den. “What about Farmer Wants A Wife? That show is brilliant.” She glared at him. I laughed. Den: “I guess I’m just a hopeless romantic!”
“If guys all know how beautiful and amazing it is to have sex with someone you love, why do they abuse?” said the Dung-Beetle.
“What a question,” said Den.
“What?” I said.
“Why do guys abuse women?” said the Muckraker. This girl really needs to read the chapter in Awaken the Giant Within about asking empowering questions.
“Power,” said Den. “Only a certain type of guy would do it. You wouldn’t do it. I wouldn’t do it.”
“What gives you the idea that men abuse anyway?” I inquired.
“Look around you – it’s all over the media. Every day I read something about a woman getting abused by a man in different circumstances.”
“That’s why I don’t read the news,” I said. “They always blow a small thing up and try to make it something big. They only tell you the bad news. Why would I want to hear bad news if I can’t do anything about it? Well, not that I can’t do anything about it. But I don’t care enough to do anything about it, just enough to make me depressed. Fuck that, no thank you.”
For once she didn’t have anything to say back. She left soon afterward. I expected that she might say “Nice to meet you,” to me, to be polite. Or even a simple, “Goodbye”. But no, she just disacknowledged me instead. Den walked her out, then came back in to the loungeroom.
“Where the fuck did you meet her?”
“That’s the one I met jogging the other day.”
“She’s a fucking psycho.”
“Isn’t she. But I’ve got to talk to her because she’s a potential customer. I’ll try to keep her out of here… Great tits though.”
“Sure, but what are you going to do with tits that are full of venom. So that’s the one that reckons she was sexually abused by her ex-boyfriend?”
“Yeah, apparently he was fucking her, pulled out and stuck his cock in her mouth. That was the sexual abuse.”
“If she was my girlfriend, I wouldn’t take my cock out of her mouth, just to shut her up.”
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this was full of lols