Alright. I’d like to my post “stupids” but it’s 3:33am, I just got home from D&D, I feel tired and a fair bit unhappy, and fuck it. I just don’t want to. Perhaps I’ll edit this later.
Had another big conversation about “the things that matter”TM only this time it was about sexism and not racism. Snce I don’t have meself some male privelege, it’s harder for me to ignore the issues from this conversation and I’m feeling unhappy.
Long story short, after the D&D session we had a big conversation like we always do. Rape was brought up, sexual assault et. The guys talk about how men get raped too. I told them that I’m not saying they don’t get raped, and I’m not saying it’s not tragic when they do, but does he honestly think men get raped in even numbers to women.
He brushed that off saying that more men are assaulted (fair call) and that when they’re assaulted the physical damage often ends up being a lot more serious, guys in hospital in coma’s and shit. My friend got a bit pissy and said “So, when a guy gets attacked there’s like a %50 chance that it’s serious, and a %50 chance that he’ll be okay. Well a girl can’t be half raped, she either is or she isn’t you know? That shit fucks you up, and there’s no “chance she’ll come out okay”
Powerful words she said there.
Part of me can’t help but wonder if that’s really true, I mean, don’t male assault victims get fucked up issues too? I don’t know. I appreciated her for saying it though. Fuck I love that girl. <333
(Seriously. I love that girl. I mean, I care about her a fucking fuckload. When she’s sad I’m sad. I fucking love her.)
Anyway… conversation keeps going. Talk about prostitution, talk about porn actresses. I think that sex work often times equals exploitation, he thinks they’re there by choice and it’s dandy. At one point he says something about sex work being normal labour, I asked him if he’d consider children working in factories “normal labour” or “exploited” (Reakky I don’t know if it’s an either/or isue. You can be a labourer and be exploited at the same time right?) at that point the guy completely changed the subject, talking about how e buy a lot of shit from the companies that exploit those children. (Fuck, I know that.) and we never got back to the talk about prostitutes and sex workers.
I felt like I’d been dismissed.
Later with my boyfriend in the car i couldn’t get over it. I’d mentally go over different parts of the conversation again. Then I’d go over them physically mentioning it with my boyfriend. I’d get off the topic, then awhile later I’d do it again. I did it for the two hur trip home. (We go a long way to play D&D, ’cause fuck. These people are cool. I’m not painting a good picture based on this conversation, but this is the best group I’ve ever played with.)
Another part of the conversation. One of the girls there said quietly that she knew 8 women who had been raped. I said “Well you know eight women who have brought it up anyway” and she says that they never brought it up. She heard about it through the grapevine.
Got me thinking, because I know my sister was raped because I heard it through the grapevine.
I wonder if she knows that I have been?
I wonder if we’ll ever talk about it, or bring it up? I don’t know…
Anyway… the other girl says she knows about six people who have been raped. RAPED she said, not molestation. She said you didn’t want to go into how many girls she knew who had been molested. (The DM, the one I was arguing with before… at this point he mentioned that boy children have it as bad as girl children in the molestation dept. I don’t know. It’s like… was he listening to us?)
I said I knew of about five people I could think of. (Two of them being women in that goddamn room, and for all I know the third woman in the room might have been raped too, and I’d never know it. She left the room after she brought up the eight girls she knew who were raped. I don’t know what was going on in her head, I hope she was okay and was just sleepy and went to bed. I feel fucked.)
To top this off: There had been a rape theme in the D&D game. (Actually, technically we were playing RIFTS, but what does it matter. It’s our fortnightly “D&D” game. Just because it doesn’t happen reguarly on the fortnight and we rarely play D&D Pish Posh.)
The guy we were working for was a powerful, powerful dragon who wanted us to steal some mysterious cargo for him. We weren’t allowed to ask what was in the cargo. After hours of recon we stole it and got it to him. We freed some dogboy slaves on the way. -Actually, I don’t think we freed them well enough. We just shot their captives and let them keep riding the train. Like new captives wouldn’t have picked them up at the next stop? I wanted to take the dogboys with us, but I wasn’t there when this was all happening.
We get the cargo to the boss,and we find out that in the large box was a baby female dragon. In front of us he collared her. When we got angry he said “Look, everyone needs an heir, she’ll make the perfect bride” me, and the girl I love got upset. (The other girl didn’t get so upset. She’d been playing her “unprincipled” alignment the whole time)
This got worse when one of our party members said “Look, slaves exist here, she’s a slave. That’s just the way it is” where my friend (Who happened to be playing a baby female dragon, by the way) got really pissed off at him.
I don’t know. I appreiciate that our DM is trying to build the bad guy to be a really, really, big, bad evil character, but we could have done without this. I…
Fack, in the book of vile darkness they mention how there’s a fine line between creating a really evil character and building mood, and creating a really evil character who makes players feel unhappy/uncomfortable and the line got crossed tonight.
I um… still love my D&D group of course. They’re still the best group I’ve ever played with.
But I don’t feel good tonight.