Hit the Fan

it hit the fan to­day in po­etry class, but i do not feel vil­i­fied. what i wanted was dis­cus­sion and by gum i got it. some few were of­fended, most dis­cussed what ex­actly i was go­ing for, rang­ing from satire to prima nocta rights. some wanted me to make the end­ing dif­fer­ent to ac­knowl­edge my un­der­stand­ing of rape = bad. oth­ers dis­agreed. every­one had some­thing to say. all was well. i suc­cess­fully stirred the pot. then i was al­lowed to speak. i said that there have been a sig­nif­i­cant amount of rape po­ems writ­ten in this class by var­i­ous peo­ple and that i have had trou­ble en­gag­ing within them. there is the fe­male vic­tim, which women can iden­tify with, but for men there is only the rapist. i said that i do not feel that i am be­ing ad­dressed by these po­ems.

there was much dis­agree­ment to this. i was told i was wrong, that i was be­ing ad­dressed. alas, there was no more time for dis­cus­sion, be­cause the pro­fes­sor made us move on. if so i would have re­sponded that if i do not feel like i am be­ing ad­dressed but i am sup­posed to be, then there is a fun­da­men­tal prob­lem with the po­etry. also, i would have said that even if i did feel ad­dressed, i am still of­fered no frame of ref­er­ence for how to as­soc­iate my­self as a non-threat­en­ing male to­ward a vic­tim­ized fe­male. the di­a­logue takes place be­tween the rapist and his vic­tim only.

over­all the class be­came what i wanted it to. i am quite pleased.

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