[TW: Sexual Assault]
His lips crushed mine, stopping my protest. He kissed me angrily, roughly, his other hand gripping tight around the back of my neck, making escape impossible. I shoved against his chest with all my strength, but he didnât even seem to notice. His mouth was soft, despite the anger, his lips molding to mine in a warm, unfamiliar way.
I grabbed at his face, trying to push it away, failing again. He seemed to notice this time, though, and it aggravated him. His lips forced mine open, and I could feel his hot breath in my mouth.
Acting on instinct, I let my hands drop to my side, and shut down. I opened my eyes and didnât fight, didnât feel⊠just waited for him to stop.
Twilight: Eclipse p. 331 (Bella and Jacobâs first kiss)
Young women are taught to think of this passage - which describes sexual assault - as erotic. Young men are taught to force their will on young women, regardless of any (non)verbal cues, because sex is conquest and women are objects - not something to be done between two consenting individuals because itâs pleasurable for both people.
The most frightening thing about this excerpt is that many survivors of sexual assault who have disclosed to me describe stories that sound exactly like this one.
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   He still had my chinâhis fingers holding too tight, till it hurtâand I saw the resolve form abruptly in his eyes.
   âNâ-â I started to object, but it was too late.
And after he assaulted her she punched him in the face but due to his âsuper human strengthâ she broke her hand, said âDonât touche me!â and then:
   âJust let me drive you home,â Jacob insisted. Unbelievably, he had the nerve to wrap his arm around my waist.
   I jerked away from him.
   When he got in the driverâs side, he was whistling.
AND THEN while he was driving:
   ââŠThere is so much I can give you that he canât. Iâll bet he couldnât even kiss you like thatâ-because he would hurt you. I would never, never hurt you, Bella.â
   I held up my injured hand.
   He sighed. âThat wasnât my fault. You should have known better.â
   He grinned over at me. âYou kissed me back.â
   I gasped, unthinkingly balling my hands up into fists again, hissing when my broken hand reacted.
   âAre you okay?â he asked.Â
   âI think I can tell the difference.â
   âObviously you canâtââthat was not kissing back, that was trying to get you the hell off me, you idiot.â
   He laughed a low, throaty laugh. âTouchy. Almost overly defensive, I would say.
   I took a deep breath. There was no point in arguing with him; he would twist anything I said.
Then when she gets home, to where her father, Charlie, the police officer, is:
   âWhy did she hit you?â
   âBecause I kissed her,â Jacob said, unashamed.
   âGood for you, kid,â Charlie congratulated him.
I didnât read the citation first. I read the quote. I thought I was reading a womanâs account of how she was about to be raped, not a fucking passage from a romance novel.Â
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