stormy seas + memories of earlier this winter
"I do not regard you as a classic rapist. I do not think you are a general danger to strangers. You are not the type who goes searching for a woman to rape.
This was a case where you just lost control of normal restraint. She was a pretty girl who you fancied. You simply could not resist. You had sex with her.”
Classic. Rapist. You know the kind. The man lurking in the bushes or dark alley, replete with ski mask and machete, waiting for unsuspecting women to grab hold of and take against their will. The bad men. Those real rapists. The ones born with the impulse to rape, pillage, and plunder with no regard for human life. You’re not one of those guys, the judge was essentially saying, so I feel bad for you.