Folks, it’s time once again for the proprietors of this esteemed blog to revisit the touchy subject of women’s rape fantasies. (Here’s some obligatory research to prove we here at Le Cygne Gris are not making things up.) This time, the question before us is this: why would any women in her right mind, or otherwise, desire to be raped?
Assuming for the sake of this rather atramentous thought experiment that evolutionary psychology is correct, we here at Le Cygne Gris propose that women have rape fantasies because rape was, for men, historically associated with being a winner. To state it indelicately, rape was a common practice of many soldiers during times of war. More specifically, rape tended to occur during times of victory, since it is generally accepted as difficult to rape a woman when running away in full retreat.
It is only in these modern times that rape has become associated with losers, that is to say omega males whose servile attempts at pitching woo are so blundering that they only way they could ever hope to taste the sweet nectar of any Venus’s flytrap would be to rape them, assuming they had the cajones to do so. But this is not the historical norm.
Perhaps it was the case that women who were most adaptable to rape were those who would be best able to adapt to living with a new alpha male. If your husband was killed and you found yourself being raped by conquerors, you would have two choices before you: tolerate or even like rape, or dislike ad maybe even hate rape. If you could tolerate rape, there was a good chance that you could snag a husband, or at least a short-term partner from among the raping victors, or maybe be spared death. But if you disliked rape and resented it, you would increase your odds of death and decrease your odds of being taken care of. And so, perhaps rape fantasies are merely an evolutionary survival response to one of the more unsavory aspects of history.
Or perhaps a large number of women are simply screwed up in the head. I leave it to you to decide.