Gatekeeping rape

On greedily hoarding my rape privilege

Friends, I just have to tell you this because it’s too absurdly funny to keep to myself. You can’t hear my tone of voice in written text, but I’m laughing, and I hope you laugh too! Seriously. The subject matter is grim but the circumstances are hilarious.

Yes, it’s happening on Twitter, and yes, Twitter is full of crazy people and it makes even sane people crazy. All that is stipulated. But you can get a view of the mindset that real people actually have on that platform. You may want to say, “Oh, it’s just a few, and it’s not real it’s just Twitter, and it doesn’t reflect anything in the real world,” but that’s not true.

You do, in actual fact, see the thoughts of real human beings on that platform. They don’t just live on Twitter, they live in your town. They’re at your local college. They’re your politicians. They act in the real world, and their views have effects on the real world.

And, the feminist mindset I’m about to describe has, in the real world, completely taken over the university system, embedding itself not only in curricula, but in the way universities handle allegations of sexual assault. This deluded, inverted reality has had real-world effects on jurisprudence.

I’ve been accused of “gatekeeping rape.” Yes! It’s what you think it is. Both men and women (near as I can tell) have accused me of holding onto my rape privilege and cruelly denying validation to others. Just because my rape was forced doesn’t mean that’s what all rape looks like, bigot!

Let me explain. I start provocative threads on Twitter, or, threads that people label “provocative,” but which are usually just me stating what I believe to be true things without hemming and hawing and qualifying and not-alling. Yes, I do it deliberately. I know that people will find it “provocative” that I don’t hedge and qualify my statements when I’m aiming to skewer sacred cows.

Why do I do that? For several motivations. I find it entertaining to see people lose their shit over statements of reality like “You’re a man in a dress with a bra stuffed full of jelly beans and everyone knows it.” I find value in provoking people with ludicrous beliefs into showing onlookers how disturbed they really are, because I want sane people to truly grok the depth of psychopathology in the modern left. The left’s views are not just the left’s anymore—they’ve colonized much of the center and the right. I’ve recently given examples of this by pointing out how even conservatives today largely approve of gay marriage, and even conservatives think “affordable daycare” is a public good we should work toward, and even conservatives have fallen to feminist girlbossery.

What we like to think of as “just the loony left” is not just the loony left, and I have an interest in putting that reality out in the light for everyone to see.

OK, back to gatekeeping rape and hoarding my rape privilege. I started a thread on Twitter about how absurd it is to hear Western women claim that “we need to teach men not to rape,” as if the natural state of males was “rape-forward,” and if mommy doesn’t explain to Timmy that it’s not nice to hold down Charlene and violate her, that Timmy’s going to rape Charlene on the first day of class.

I pointed out that a small, but dangerous, minority of men are responsible for most rapes. They rape multiple women over their lives (even if convicted too many of them are released). The kind of man who rapes is what we call a “psychopath” or “personality disordered.” He is a bad man, not a normal-range man with a normal moral compass.

I pointed out that you cannot teach such men “not to rape,” because he is not a “low-information rapist” who just “didn’t know,” and who will amend his rapey ways if you give him new, high-quality information. The very idea is ludicrous, but feminists continue to promote it.

As often happens, the thread went off in multiple directions. One of those was a series of feminist-aligned accounts accusing me of being a rape supporter, a misogynist, etc. So I did what I always do—I tried to take their “rape trump card” away by disclosing that I, a male, was drugged with rohypnol and anally raped by an older man when I was 17.

Guess what? It didn’t work!

(Please laugh along with me—seriously. What happened to me is ancient history and I’m not sitting here having flashbacks or anything like that. It’s chill.)

What did they do on learning that? Did you think they might have stopped and said, “Oh, I apologize. I jumped the gun and judged too quickly. I shouldn’t have assumed you were some kind of misogynist pig right off the bat.”

Nope. They found a way to make me, a rape victim (their category that they claim to hold sacrosanct), the abuser. How?

By telling me I was “gatekeeping rape.” Not all rapes are like mine, they said. What about a girl who felt pressured to say yes and gave in? What about a woman who didn’t want to have sex, but was afraid to be rejected by her boyfriend so she gave in? What about a woman who got tipsy and went to bed with her male friend but regretted it later? Don’t I see how he took advantage of her?

All those scenarios, they said, were also rape. I was being greedy and entitled in a typically male way, and I obviously approve of rape because I’m right here denying that all these forms of rape are actually rape.

Again, I hope you’re chuckling along with me. Here we are in 2026 with an identifiable portion of the population competing to be America’s Next Top Rape Victim.

Say, that would make a great reality show. Who would be the grandmaster/mistress? Tyra Banks?