George Takei may have played the gay card way too early...

To be honest, this doesn't sound like a particularly predatory sexual encounter
kinda thinking the same thing. met up for a few drinks on occasion then to the theatre and dinner. back to yours/mine for a few more drinks etc... I've had worse dates :D
 
kinda thinking the same thing. met up for a few drinks on occasion then to the theatre and dinner. back to yours/mine for a few more drinks etc... I've had worse dates :D

Indeed, and when the guy said he didn't want it, it ended.
Even with a warning that you are not fit to drive.

Not the usual style of story one tells ones friends and not the cops.
 
So, two gay men kept meeting up for years, then one night had too much to drink and started to get friendly, signals got crossed, one became too promiscuous and presumptive, the other one was too drunk and realised he didn't want to go there, initiator backed off immediately when asked and even offered ride home.

Although admittedly - close to the edge of consent - am I the only one to think that this is more of a car crash of cry woolfist anecdotes than actual assault?
 
So, two gay men kept meeting up for years, then one night had too much to drink and started to get friendly, signals got crossed, one became too promiscuous and presumptive, the other one was too drunk and realised he didn't want to go there, initiator backed off immediately when asked and even offered ride home.

Although admittedly - close to the edge of consent - am I the only one to think that this is more of a car crash of cry woolfist anecdotes than actual assault?


but he's been telling it for years.......
 
So, two gay men kept meeting up for years, then one night had too much to drink and started to get friendly, signals got crossed, one became too promiscuous and presumptive, the other one was too drunk and realised he didn't want to go there, initiator backed off immediately when asked and even offered ride home.

Although admittedly - close to the edge of consent - am I the only one to think that this is more of a car crash of cry woolfist anecdotes than actual assault?

If the story happened as described, that's not what happened.

The alleged victim was passed out, there's no grey area in that, he could not consent if he was unconscious.
 
allegedly.

you've never tried to get frisky with the missus only to discover she was sound asleep?

At which point you'd back off, not remove more clothes and carry on until she woke up and told you to back off.

So, again, IF that's what happened, then it was wrong and a crime.
 
So.. in mid to late nineties, when I was a student, I was working as a waiter in posh restaurants around London's St.James' Street area. I served a lot of celebs across those few restaurants back in the day.

This one time I served food and wine to then quite famous pop star and his friend and somewhere between second bottle of wine and cheese board, the pop star grabbed me by the hand, run his fingers across top of my palm and asked "hey, are you by any chance gay?" "No sir" I replied "Are you sure?" he asked greening like a cheshire cat. "Im quite certain sir" I assured him. "Oh, that's a great loss to gay community because you are ab-so-lut-ely delicious" the star iterated adding "isn't he delicious?" to his friend returning wobbly from his escapade to the Winston Churchil's offices downstairs. His friend put his hands on my shoulders and massaged my trapezia gently burping out "Oh yes, I would eat you up, mmmhm, mhmmm, mhmmmm". I replied "May I suggest desert menu instead?" and knew I would be tipped handsomely that evening for my sense of humour. What I'm asking is if I add that I "wriggled free from those two" and don't say we were surrounded by 350 other people, do you think I can get my Christmas sponsored by tabloid interviews this year?

Another time I served two models of TV fame, they were regulars and I served them many times before during Sunday brunch. Upon serving main course one of them stopped me, and since the seating was quite low she did so by embracing me in wast and said "v0n, darling, this fish is so delicious I'm lost for words, if you could fetch me one more ramekin of this incredible sauce I think I'm literally going to have an When Sally Met Harry orgasm here and now". Her lesser known model friend looked and me and rushed me into action with a gentle slap to the the back of my thigh "go on, get the sauce, help (name) get an orgasm, quickly" and they both laughed. If I omit few vital details in the story, do you think I can build a nice summer vacation fund around my tweet?

I'm not saying bad things don't happen to people out there, but can we please return to earth - these stories are getting more and more thin to fit "rapey" trend, it's not even funny.
 
Getting silly now really. These sort of stories make it much harder for people genuinely abused to be believed IMO.
 
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