“Born in 1969 by a caesarean and kept alive in an incubator where mind first gained control over my body... and my rejected existence turned to the world of medicine! Awakened to the mind blowing thrill, I overcame hatred for the flesh. Blowing, exploding eyeballs fixating! Now are hereafter are alike. That's all there is to say!” *
Violence against women, sexual or otherwise, is never considered extreme. It is the norm. A part of any society. An expression of man's artistic vision.
Violence against women is not violence. It is "violence" or, mayhaps,
violence. A foreign word in any language. It is neither out of the ordinary, nor is it abhorrent. It is a reminder of your place as punching bag, cum dump, whore. And nothing more. It is something you must, as a woman and as a girl, accustom yourself to seeing constantly and constantly and constantly. Each time more graphic, and more sexualised, than the last.
To be raped, abused, beaten to an inch of your life – why, that is women's role. To get off to it, that is man's right. His nature.
Male socialisation breeds misogyny. Misogyny breeds sexual deviance.
And here we have another visionary, or "visionary", or, mayhaps,
visionary whose portrayal of rape is graphic for only the purpose of playing into the sexually deviant appeal of his average male viewer. To playing into his own sexually deviant desires, one may presume. "Oh, but Ayeshoo, it's art!" Yeah, fuck off.
