Showing posts with label TW: rape. Show all posts
Showing posts with label TW: rape. Show all posts

Saturday, December 3, 2016

tw: bullshit

I’m going to preface this by saying I have never seen Last Tango in Paris and now I am confident in saying that I never will. For those who have not heard, the director of this film mentioned that he and Marlon Brando conspired (his words) to surprise Maria Schneider with the butter rape scene.
In simpler term, Marlon Brando, at age 48, raped Maria Schneider, at age 19, at the request of the director. And now you’re wondering why.

ARTIST INTEGRITY
Apparently, despite the fact that he hired her to do this job, he didn’t think that she could do this particular scene any justice. Instead of trying it out to see if he could be wrong, he raped her. By proxy. And I don’t want to hear that brando is also a victim, fuck that. You raped someone and ruined her life. 

She never worked again. She got into heavy substance abuse and four years before she died, she gave an interview about the experience where she mentioned that she felt raped by Brando. It went largely unreported.
So my question is this. Since filming didn’t wrap that day, if she cut Brando from scrotum to nostrils, what would people say? If she ripped his dick off, and stuffed it down the director’s throat, then ripped off the director’s dick and stuffed it down Brando’s throat, how would she be viewed. They raped her, and she took the violence inflicted on her in the name of artistic integrity, turned it inward, and destroyeed herself. WHEN THE PEOPLE WHO SHOULD HAVE SUFFERED WENT ON TO PROSPER! 
Frankly, I hope Brando is getting raped every day at irregular intervals by the devil, and I hope he is reminded of what he did. I hope that the director is on location on day, has to go to the bathroom, and the port-a-potty is occupied. I hope he goes into the woods looking frantically around until her finds a prime spot, clear and toilet paper there! I hope that he sits down, and finally relaxes. I hope that after a moment, he feels something prickly inside of him. I hope he clenches, sending excrutiating pain, realizing that he sat on a cactus.
And, more than anything, I hope that Maria Schneider is in peace. I hope that Heaven is real, and she is now sipping Arnold Palmers with Arnold Palmer and Prince. I hope she is having sing alongs with all the greats and that this bullshit is long behind her.
And don’t get me wrong. I don’t want this for punishment for what they did.
I want this for reciprocation.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

It is unnerving how normal it is.

So the other day my mom and my sister were talking about how I am jobless and take no initiative. In this conversation my mother mentioned that had we been in Liberia, she would have had me raped. I said nothing. It is statements like these that make it hard for me to get along with any of my family members from the West African region. This is not the first time that my mother said something of this caliber or that my sister has gotten angry enough with me that this statement was just let loose to fly. It is ESPECIALLY galling considering that all of us are sexual assault survivors in some form. The fact that my mother, of all people would even consider such actions and then (in the same breathe) state that she loves me? Wut??
I just don't understand how frustrated a loving family member has to be to wish for a time and place that orchestrating the trauma of a family is an option. Is this how normal rape is in the African community? Is this really what we want to pass down to our kids? I for one do not and if it means that I have to tie my tubes then so be it. But this is not something that can be allowed to prosper.