The sad fact of the matter is, no one asks to be self-raped. You don’t wake up in the morning, and say “Hey, maybe I’ll violate myself today, that’d be great.” Self-rape happens. Here we have the chilling confession of a self-rape survivor, who wished to remain anonymous.
“I was self-raped. I was self-raped, and through Lonnie Child’s Redemption, I was saved, but that’s not what I want to talk about, I want to relate the graphic detail of just how terrible this was, and how my life started a downward spiral into oblivion.
It was the Summer of 1991, and I was a young lad, doing whatever it was people did in 1991, which was probably rad scooter tricks, or BMX skateboards, or maybe Super Genesis games on the Atari, anyways, I was minding my own business. Then out of nowhere my attacker cornered me. I was reading the Caldors circular and a bra add in black and white, showing many tantalizing mammaries. That’s when I noticed my attackers turgid attitudes. I tried to resist, but his tumescence had grown out of control, and he decided to attack myself. I wept in shame as I let myself over come me, powerless in my efforts to fight myself off of myself. I sat there, violated, and filthy in my own shame, as my attacker laughed at me, smug in his wickedness.
The next day I started smoking a potweed and I found myself obsessed with my own male member, thus making me obviously self-gay. I immediately left for the degenerate filth-state of California, where I became a homeless. I supported myself by giving handy-J’s to whoever wanted one for money to bang the pots. I became riddled with diseases
Then, a virile and glorious man, who had come to town because of talk of 154-ounce steak, found me huddled in a gutter, drinking a Surge, and dying. He reached out his hand, and lifted me up. Then, for 10 days and 10 nights he sternly reformed me, and Normalized me entirely with his teachings and stern physical discipline. It wasn’t easy, or even pleasant, but nothing that truly matters ever is. I’d let him rain his Golden Shower of Faith and Love down upon me again, if need be.
I could have died, and I surely would’ve got the Hells for sure, but I was saved. I can only hope the masturbators wise up, and accept Jesus and Lonnie deep inside of themselves, and become as full of faith and love as I am today. Praise. “