Here’s a tip: even if you get drunk, have dinner, go home with a guy, strip naked, kiss him, lay down and THEN decide you don’t want to have sex, you say no. If he persists…he’s raping you.

And if you do that with no intention of having sex with the guy, you’re the asshole, not him.

At no point was the situation out of your control. You easily could have walked out.

Hell yes she could have. Go in the damn house and call your mother to get a ride home. Shit, run in there and lock the doors.

It’s situations like yours that made me come round to the belief that rape needs an affirmative consent standard.

The only possible benefit I could see to this would be that it’d protect the men who get accused of rape by the woman who says ‘Yes, I went home with him from the bar, ripped my clothes off, kissed him all over, then dived in his bed, but I brushed his hand away once so he should’ve known I didn’t want sex.’