serial rapist stalks men

Originally Posted by Adam Zapple

Society has something to do with it also. Remember when, more so than now, women were afraid to come forward for fear of being labled promiscuous, "asking for it", loose, etc. The support system for women victimized by rape has vastly improved - there is no such support system for men. Instead, we hear "Shoe, meet the other foot."

Actually there is a support system for men, you just don't hear about it as much, yet. I think the only reason you hear about women so much is that they've been put in the position of defending their own actions as pertains to a rape... where were they and what were they doing when it happened.. how were they dressed... how were they behaving.. didn't they realize what they were leaving themselves open to..

Women are made to feel as if somehow, they could have prevented this, because the weapon used in the assault was a **** rather then a hammer. And so they feel they need to justify their right to be called 'victim'.

I think the biggest injustice done is categorizing the assault on anyones body as a 'sex related' crime. It isn't. Rape has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with assault. If the rapist just used his fists rather then his **** to inflict the physical and emotional damage, somehow it would be more acceptable in our society to be the victim.

Strange world.

I disagree with the report of it being unusual for a seriel rapist to rape men . I think men are less likely to come forward though. I dont' think rapes of men is a new phenonemon I believe the new phenonemon is of men actually reporting the crime.

Adam. You're quite right that in many jurisdictions there is now much more support than there used to be. The prosecutrix in some jurisdictions now can only be cross-examined on her previous sexual experiences with the express permission of a judge here, whereas previously she was fair game to be portrayed in front of the jury as a slut who shouldn't be believed because she was allegedly promiscuous.

No-one has a hard time believing the woman who stumbles into someone's front garden, banging on the front door screaming for help, her clothes torn, perhaps bruised and bloodied. But should that same woman walk into a police station in a very composed condition, perhaps with a friend or relative and then calmly explain that she would like to report a rape by an acquaintance, then it's a different matter. I know the procedures are the same for police. Police don't interrogate the victim any longer. There was a great BBC documentary set, I think, in the Thames Valley back in the late 1970s and one episode showed a detective from TVP grilling a female rape victim. I suspect that one episode did more for revision of procedures than any feminist lobby. Anyway I digress. It is now assumed the woman is telling the truth and she is treated as a victim not a potential perjuror. But deep down that woman in the second scenario must know that when that case gets to a jury there is going to be immediate disbelief. Trust me, I've seen it happen.

And in countries such as Pakistan, which is struggling to reform the law on rape which requires a woman to produce several male witnesses or she is in big trouble, there is much to be done.

Yes I generalised, but it was a generalisation from experience and observation.

On male rape. It's relatively rarely reported but in my jurisdiction we do have procedures in place to deal with it. I suspect it happens more often than we know and in some instances that mirrors the experience of female rape victims before the reforms to investigational procedures and the law. I know a couple of female police officers who have told me that pre-reform they would have quietly advised the victim to seek medical help and counselling rather than put her through the second, symbolic rape conducted by the trial process. A man who has been raped is going to feel exactly as a woman who has been raped - humiliated, violated, vulnerable, disgraced, worthless and so on. And that was my point.

[koan]

Originally Posted by Adam Zapple

I don't know how that applies to "any" man. I'm not sure how it applies to any man other than rapists or those who make excuses for them. The implication seems to be that men get a kick out of women getting raped and now they can experience the shoe on the other foot. If I'm reading that wrong let me know, but that sounds pretty insulting to us honest, law-abiding men who love our women and would want to kill anyone who brutalized them.

That's how I read it as well.

[Adam Zapple]

I thank you for your efforts, Diuretic, but I don't really need it explained to me. I fully understand. I was just offering an explanation for the possible meaning behind this phrase found in the OP link: "There's a lot of emotional damage that goes with being raped, especially when the victims are men," said Lynn Parrish, a spokeswoman for the National Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network. Suddenly, people feel the need to explain to me or questiom my understanding of the affects of rape on women. I in no way ever suggested that women are not emotionally traumatized by such violence. I do, however, think men will have a much harder time finding a sympathetic ear in society after being victimized by rape.

[Lulu2]

Adam, you're "reading it wrong." I never meant to imply that there aren't any men who're so sensitive to the experience that they wouldn't be capable of feeling the same emotions a raped woman would feel. I do think Diuretic's comment was brilliant and I'd like all men to spend some time in the shoes of a raped woman. That's all.

(Where've you been, anyway?)

[spot]

Originally Posted by Lulu2

I'd like all men to spend some time in the shoes of a raped woman. That's all.

That's an astoundingly ugly and unsupportable clause, Lulu.

This isn't a post about a serial rape of males but it has a lot of information about the mental attitudes engendered in the rapist, the victim and the public. I apologise for it but there's no copy on the Internet that I can link to. Just treat it as a one-paragraph post and skip past it if you've already read the story, I just want in injected into the thread at this point. I suspect there's people here who haven't seen the story before.

DAILY MAIL, March 6, 1999

It was a tale that scandalised and fascinated: Joyce McKinney, the lovesick American blonde who kidnapped a young Mormon and held him hostage in Devon for sex in mink handcuffs, was a front-page favourite, more famous than the Royal Family, when her case came to trial in 1977. More than 20 years later, IAN COBAIN tracked her down to her hideaway in the wilds of North Carolina, and found a woman very much alone.

All Joyce McKinney really wanted was a loving husband and a baby or two. She did not want all the incredible front page stories, the television lights or the world-wide notoriety. She certainly did not wish for the ignominy and humiliation that followed. Truth be told, she probably did not really want Kirk Anderson, the 17-stone young Mormon missionary who had the grave misfortune to become the object of Mis McKinney's romantic and sexual obsession.

The story that made McKinney an instant celebrity round the world began in America, where Joyce first met the 6ft 4in tall, good-looking young man when they were drama students together at the Brigham Young University in Utah.

She was 25 and the doted only child of David McKinney, a North Carolina primary school headteacher, now retired and in his seventies, and his ailing wife Marrilyn a former teacher. Kirk was only 19 and away from his home in the tiny town of Provo, a dot on the map 50 miles south of Salt Lake City, for the first time. They had a brief affair, during which McKinney claims that she conceived and later suffered a miscarriage. The boy, a devout Mormon, was overcome by guilt because his church forbids pre-marital sex, and sought the advice of his bishop, who urged him to break off the relationship and move to California.

So far, there is little to mark their tale out, but it was when McKinney, showing her first flash of madness, hired private detectives to trace Anderson first to California, then to Oregon, and finally to suburban Ewell in Surrey, where he had been posted for two years as a door-to-door missionary, that the story began to move into the realms of the extraordinary.

It culminated in the most incredible series of events when McKinney, together with an accomplice, kidnapped Kirk at gunpoint and drove him to a remote holiday rental cottage outside the village of Okehampton on the edge of Dartmoor in Devon. There, over the next three or four days, McKinney chained Kirk to the bed with mink-lined handcuffs and, in the days long before Viagra had even been dreamt of, forced him to have sex.

Finally escaping after promising to marry her, Anderson went straight to the police. Mckinney and her accomplice were arrested at a road block three days later.

'I loved him so much that I would ski naked down Mount Everest with a carnation up my nose if he asked me to,' she famously told the court at her trial, and with her unfailing instinct for the dramatic, the would-be actress was photographed looking anxiously through the bars of a prison van clutching a sign which read: 'I am innocent. Please help me.'

Allowed out on bail of Holloway after three months, she gave Scotland Yard the slip by fleeing the country with a false passport, disguised herself as a nun for several months, then hid herself away in the vastness of America's Appalachian Mountains.

But while she may have eluded British justice, McKinney has never been able to escape from her crippling sense of shame. Tracking her down for the first time since those days of worldwide celebrity and the headlines screeching 'My Sex in Chains Ordeal at the Hand of Madam Mayhem' meant a journey to a remote area of America on the North Carolina-Tennessee border. It was at a place she calls her 'shell' - a timber farmhouse which she inherited from her grandmother, on the edge of a tiny village - that McKinney finally gave her first intereview since putting the whole bizarre sex and kidnap case behind her.

'Everywhere I go, people will always remember me as a woman who did the unthinkable - raped a man,' she said. 'Just try to imagine what that feels like.'

Today, there is no man in McKinney's life, nor indeed any intimate circle of friends. The ultimate predatory blonde who once longed to be an actress now leads a lonely, almost reclusive existence in this draughty ramshackle house, the gates barred against intruders and notices warning of fierce guard dogs. Indeed, these days, McKinney's closest companions are her three ponies and an unruly but loyal pit-bull terrier called Hamburger. Her passions are reserved for the welfare of animals.

Her smallholding is enveloped by the bleak mountains and dank forests that were the setting for the Burt Reynolds film, Deliverance, and many of McKinney's neighbours resemble the wild and lawless hillbillies of that 1972 hick horror flick.

Nevertheless, the men of the area are all terrified of McKinney, her notoriety enduring over the years. 'You're going to the McKinney place?' asked the barman in the Toe River Tavern a few miles down the road, a look of incredulity spreading across his weather-beaten face. 'You know she's wanted in England for raping...a man? Well, be sure to leave your name, and if you don't pass by this way in 12 hours. we'll call out the sheriff.' He wasn't joking.

The barman warned that McKinney had changed over the years, and certainly time has not been kind to the woman who was once a svelte, ebullient blonde, a former high-school cheerleader and one-time winner of the Miss Wyoming contest who dreamed of carving a successful Hollywood career. The hair is still blonde, but that Joyce McKinney has gone forever, to be replaced by a somewhat irrascible, heavily-built woman who dresses for her backwoods country existence.

Since she disappeared from public view, her life - always confused - has descended into a chaos of dreams, drugs, sordid sex and petty crime. But spend a few minutes at this woman's side, as she limps around her muddy smallholding, tending her ponies and barking orders at Hamburger, and you realise that, underneath, little has changed: she remains as deluded, as dangerous and, perhaps above all, as pathetic as ever.

Her dreams of an acting career were left in tatters after she was caught, and McKinney appears not to have worked in the past 20 years, but survives on disability benefits, claiming she is suffering from chronic arthritis. At times she goes about in an electric wheelchair, while occasionally she leashes Hamburger to a manual wheelchair and has him drag her up and down the aisles of the local supermarket. Most of the time, she walks, albeit with a pronounced limp.

Her great passion in life is now animal rights, a cause she pursues with all the obsessive zeal she once showed in stalking Anderson. Six years ago, she broke into a dog pound in Johnson City, Tennessee, to rescue a pit bull terrier that was about to be put down for mauling a couple of joggers. 'I love those pit bulls,' she later explained. 'They're such sympathetic animals - they're my kind of dog.'

She has also had a number of brushes with the law after being accused of prostitution. In 1994, sheriff's deputies in North Carolina arrested her at a Fourth of July parade after a warrant was issued for her arrest in Tennessee on charges of burglary and soliciting. That same year, she was briefly committed for psychiatric treatment at the Charles A. Cannon Jnr Memorial Hospital, where toxicology reports showed she had abusing cocaine, morphine and cannabis.

There were other scandals, such as the time she stood up at her local Baptist church to deliver a solo rendition of a Christmas carol, and instead launched into a diatribe against the Mormons, and handed out nude photographs of herself to the dumbfounded congregation. Another time, she pretended to be a doctor, set up a telephone answering service and began advertising for patients.

Today, she fills her time by reading romantic novels, riding, grooming her ponies and hobbling around the hills with Hamburger. She is also a familiar figure in the fast-food restaurants of the surrounding towns, often driving from one to another for all-day eating binges. McKinney says she is still 'very fond' of Anderson, but continues to insist that she fell victim to an elaborate and sinister conspiracy by his church elders. And, at the age of 48, she is still desperate to get married and raise children.

'I loved Kirk, and all I really wanted was to see his little blond-haired babies running around my home,' she said. 'Nobody can understand what it is like to lose the man you love to X a cult, and that is what the Mormons are X. Back in Britain 20 years ago, nobody even understood what a cult was. But now everybody understands, and they know what it means to have the paparazzi chasing around after you. What happened to me has happened to all those other people now. Bill Clinton is going through what I went through, and Monica Lewinsky, bless her soul. I cried all night when Diana died. I may be just an ol' farm girl, but I've hit that wall with her. And Sarah Ferguson, I know how she feels too.

'Everything they said about me after I was arrested in England was false.

Everything that happened to Kirk was with his consent. He was so scared his church was going to excommunicate him that he just made the whole rape thing up. The problem was that the only way he could have an orgasm was if I tied him up. The claim that I kidnapped him was a total lie. 'I'd read the Joy of Sex by Alex Comfort, and I knew that bondage games are the best way to overcome the guilt feelings of men who believe they cannot enjoy sexual intercourse. I found a real romantic cottage where we could play some of those games. We had such a fun time down in Devon.

'My biggest nightmare now is that people in England will find out where I am, and that all the journalists and the film companies will descend on my doorstep, and I'll have to move once again. Did I mention to you that I write a lot to Sarah Ferguson? I have her address, although nothing in the world would persuade me to reveal where she lives. I write to her all the time, and one of her secretaries wrote back once, such a sweet li'l note...'

There was a time, briefly, when this woman vied with Royalty for column inches in the British Press. The coverage reached such saturation levels that one newspaper began to advertise itself as: 'The paper that doesn't have a McKinney story.'

She flew to England during the autumn of 1977 with a university friend called Keith May, whom she had hired to help kidnap the love of her life.

They rented a cottage outside Okehampton in Devon, before confronting Anderson, by then 21, outside his church. May poked a fake .38 revolver into his stomach and bundled him into the back of the car, where McKinney was waiting.

They drove to Devon with the terrified Mormon lying on the back seat under a blanket. He later told police that McKinney cooked dinner for all three of them, told him she loved him and wanted to marry him, then ordered May to chain him to the double bed with a 10ft chain bought especially for the job.

McKinney told Anderson he would only go free if he promised to marry her and gave her the babies she craved, but after two days of refusals she chained him spreadeagled across the bed with her mink-lined handcuffs, put some seductive music on the tape recorder and slipped into a flimsy negligee.

Anderson later told a court: 'The chains were tight...I couldn't move. She grabbed the top of my pyjamas and tore them from my body until I was naked.

I didn't wish it to happen. I was extremely depressed and upset after being forced to have sex.'

After assaulting him three times, McKinney agreed to release Anderson's right arm and leg and sat beside him whispering into his ear for the rest of the night.

'I became very angry and lost my temper,' he testified. 'She said she might have to keep me there for another month or so. I decided to promise to marry her so I could get out.'

On her arrest, Mckinney was charged with false imprisonment and possession of an imitation firearm. She spent three months in Holloway women's prison awaiting trial, but was freed on bail after a psychiatrist warned that her mental condition was deteriorating rapidly behind bars. She met up with May, also free on bail, and the pair fled to Canada using false passports and disguised as deaf-mute mime artists. McKinney then went to ground in Atlanta, Georgia, dressed in her nun's habit.

She came briefly to the attention of the U.S. authorities in 1984, when Anderson spotted her lurking around his workplace at Salt Lake City airport.

When police arrested her, they found a length of rope and a pair of handcuffs in the boot of her car, but they dropped the case after she failed to show up in court and the British authorities made it clear they had no wish to extradite her.

Most of the people in the area where she now lives are terrified of her, not just because they fear her predatory advances, or because she goes nowhere without the slavering Hamburger, but because she embarks upon long and tortuous law suits at the drop of a hat. Local councillors, policemen, doctors and nurses, neighbours, the local newspaper: all have been sued at one time or another, and whenever the cases are struck out by the local judge, McKinney simply re-files them to ensure they drag on for years.

'She's real trouble, that''s for sure,' said local businessman Cleve Young.

'Many of the people around here, if they saw her coming down a track, would just turn around and walk the other way.'

Another local resident, Mitzi Moody, added: 'She really is one wild woman.

Everyone is pretty wary of her, but at least you know there won't be a dull moment as long as she is around.'

McKinney plans to be around for a long time to come. 'I won't be going back to Britain,' she says. 'In fact, I won't be going anyplace else if I can help it. I'm like a turtle, and this house is my shell.'

What of the other two players in the drama? McKinney says she has lost touch with her strange accomplice, Keith May, who was last heard of selling plumbing supplies in Los Angeles, and she has no idea where Anderson is.

That is just the way Kirk Anderson likes it. Today, aged 42, he works as a travel agent in Orem, another dot on the map an hour's drive from Salt Lake City. He was married after returning from England, although he now lives with his brother and sister-in-law. Anderson is clearly still deeply embarrassed and disturbed by the events of 21 years ago. 'The things that happened were just, well, unfortunate,' he mutters, staring at the ground.

'It's very rare that this comes up any more. I'm glad I have just been able to get on with my life. The 1984 incident was the last time I had a problem with her, but whenever I say anything or do anything she seems to get all riled up. I find that the less said, the better. It would be kind of like scraping a scab off a wound - you really just want it to heal.'

[RedGlitter]

Great. Now people are going to label her a "radical animal activist." That's just what my people need. Some sicko.


Okay I'm going to put this out there because it's a notion that is still quite prevalent in society. Tell me what you think. I'll make it short.
A woman gets raped and it's a terrible thing. (which it is) A man gets raped....by a woman....and there will be some guys- some otherwise intelligent and fairly decent mind you, who will cheer the guy on and call him a lucky duck and wonder what he's complaining about. After all- sex with a woman is sex with a woman and it's all good right?

Comments?

[Adam Zapple]

Originally Posted by RedGlitter

Great. Now people are going to label her a "radical animal activist." That's just what my people need. Some sicko.


Okay I'm going to put this out there because it's a notion that is still quite prevalent in society. Tell me what you think. I'll make it short.
A woman gets raped and it's a terrible thing. (which it is) A man gets raped....by a woman....and there will be some guys- some otherwise intelligent and fairly decent mind you, who will cheer the guy on and call him a lucky duck and wonder what he's complaining about. After all- sex with a woman is sex with a woman and it's all good right?

Comments?

And some women who will think he really wanted it but now has ulterior motives and is just trying to hurt the woman. One of the primetime news programs did a episode last night where they staged public domestic abuse to see how people would respond. In cases where the male was being abusive and agressive toward the woman some people walked by but some intervened and tried to stop it. When the roles were reverse and the female was abusing the male, only one woman stopped to intervene and even she seemed more sympathetic to the woman. Many women and some men walked by and did nothing to intervene but the camera caught them cheering on the woman. They just assumed the man had it coming and deserved to get beat up. Interesting to think about.

[koan]

I think there is a tendency to not take it seriously.