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But I read the article for a reason other than sexual curiosity. It was more a medical question: Can a woman really rape a man? What if he ejaculates? Is this rape? The news story was this: Three women in their 20s were charged with raping 17 men in Zimbabwe and keeping their sperm in condoms for some sort of health-related ritual. That logic is reason enough for the world to step up efforts to educate girls. The young women apparently used drugs and raped the men at gunpoint.

In regard to men raped by women, this is where the medical question popped into my head: There is a nice cross section of the male body pun intended among my 5, friends, so I knew they would have the answers.

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Not surprisingly, the comment stream was long. At the beginning, my male friends were as confused as I. Some dismissed the whole notion that this was a rape.

So, I brought up the drug and gunpoint thing again. Was ejaculation possible under such circumstances? The answers were mixed. One of my Facebook friends teaches at a medical school and tells me this very question is sometimes on medical board exams. I have seen it happen in people having seizures or read documented evidence that it happens during hanging too.

It's even a question asked on med boards often enough whether a tetraplegic can ejaculate. It's my understanding that as long as the sympathetic nervous arc is intact, one can come. For erection it's a parasympathetic one, and it's influenced by the higher centers, i. Got it. Can a woman rape a man? If someone does not agree to have sex with another and a sexual act is forced upon them, that is called rape.

And it is clearly illegal, hopefully as much in Africa as in North America.

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T here is something truly magical about meals that bring the simplest ingredients to another level of existence. Perhaps the most amazing talent comes from tapas. Tapas are a traditional Spanish affair that, as the name suggest, involves eating small meals. Typically this involves various restaurants throughout a specific area of the city.

The meals and alcohol that accompanies each meal are small enough that you can stay hungry and mildly tipsy into wee hours of the night. One must always remember to be conservative when doing a tapas run. The delicious little morsels will have you wanting at least 10 more, but if you stand any chance of making it through the entire list you must eat sparingly. Nevertheless, tapas have found a thriving market in the mainstream restaurant community. Only a few years back the concept of tapas was something of an oddity but now every corner of town has at least one hip tapas bar.

The fad has gotten so popular its even spilled into the chain restaurant world. I find the later a bit troubling for it seems the tradition has simply turned into a means of making less food for more money when it should really be about making small meals with huge flavor.

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As I mentioned, tapas originate from Europe, and in particular, Spain. It makes it rather appropriate that the restaurant Spain is called Spain. The restaurant is a chic building in the heart of the food district of downtown Tampa. The interior has the exact same feeling. What attracted me most to Spain was the history of its owners. The tapas they prepare are a representative selection of their home-the northwestern region of Spain known as Galicia.

This is quite possibly one of the best locations for seafood in the world second maybe only to Basque…which also happens to be in Spain. The recipes for their tapas are proclaimed to be traditional tapas recipes that have been passed from one generation to the next, and are commonly served in Galician. I started my meal as any right minded person should start any tapas meal- with tons of sangria.

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The pimientos del piquillo was another enjoyable dish, offering a nice fresh taste of crab with just the perfect level of heat. The rice prepared for the paella was a bit flat, but the seafood complimenting the dish was delightful. The restaurant successfully created incredibly unique and delicious meals out of the most basic of ingredients. When you look at the dishes in Spain, you know exactly everything in them and yet you have no idea how it could taste as amazing as it does.

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Her lipstick was perfect. I tried to comfort her, and all I could see in my mind was Leah lying back on a stainless steel operating table, some black-rubber vacuum-tube apparatus snaking up into her.

Her labia were stretched wide as a screaming mouth and she was wearing nothing but the lacy garter belt and the fishnet stockings.

But you know what you have? Only that damned little-boy sweetness. Only my arguments with Leah could convince me that Cleve had ever meant me any harm, and only then could I say cruel things about him. Walking through the abandoned factory district made me tense—the landscape was falling to waste, long stretches of broken glass gleaming dully here and there like quicksilver sketched onto a monochromatic gray photograph.

The silence in the empty, shabby streets seemed deafening. Leah mistook my own silence for indifference: The buildings here loomed low and oppressive, blotting out the sun. Years ago this place had been a toxic hell of factories and mills.

We passed smokestacks blackened halfway down their towering stalks with soot and char. We passed burned-out lots that made me think of cremation grounds. The smell of death was here too—the odor of burning crude oil is somehow as humanly filthy as the odor of corrupted flesh.

Out there you could live your whole life shuttling between a superhighway, an exit sign, a gleaming building made of immaculate silver glass, a house and a yard and a wide-screen TV and the superhighway again. Some of them went on for blocks and blocks, and I could not help but imagine what it would be like to walk through them—endless mazes of broken glass and spiderweb and soft sifting ash, with the corners laved in shadow, with the pipes and beams zigzagging crazily overhead. I thought of a poem I had written once for some long-ago college class, in some idealistic day when the city was far away and I only cooked the food I wanted to eat.

A few lines came back to me: Hold me, Jonny. Her lips were lush, her tongue was moist and searching, and again I was reminded of loving her. Not the sterile and functional fuck this morning, but the real love we had once shared: But these memories were receding rapidly. Soon they would be just a point of brightness on a dark horizon, and I knew now that they could never return. As I kissed Leah I became conscious of the rough bricks at my back, of the vast empty space behind me.

I grasped her shoulders and gently pushed her away. What are we looking for—Payne Street? We kept walking.

Now it seemed we were alone. The streets grew ever shabbier and emptier; a few of them had signs whose letters were half-obliterated, spelling out cryptic messages, pointing to nowhere. None of them looked like they might have ever said Payne Street.

At one corner, a long spray of dirt lay across the sidewalk. Leah could not quite step all the way over it, and when we were past I saw a dark crumb stuck to the heel of her shoe. The delicate tired lines around her mouth and eyes seemed etched in dust. I began to feel that the landscape was encroaching upon her; she would leave here forever marked. If it could erase the mark of Cleve from her, or rather the mark of her love for Cleve, then I would bless this blasted landscape. Maybe then I could love her again.

Soon, it was obvious that we were getting to the fringes of the industrial section. The buildings here were more cramped and ramshackle.

If anything walked here, it would be the wraith of a drudge worked to death in the sweatshops, dead of blood poisoning from a needle run through her finger. Or perhaps a tattered ghost, a hungry soul mangled by machinery from a time that knew no safety regulations. The sidewalk was fissured with deep cracks and broken into shards, as if someone had gone at it with a sledgehammer. I saw weeds sprouting at the edges of the vacant lots, leaves barely tinged with green, as furtive and sunless as mushrooms.

Leah disliked getting around the city, and when she had to find a place by herself, she got panicky and sometimes mean. It was supposed to be three blocks down past the cotton factory. Appointments with a private doctor who would perform this particular operation were difficult to get, so difficult that if Leah missed this chance, she might be too far along by the time she could get another.

Without a word, she wheeled and started walking back the way we had come. I had to hurry to keep up with her; despite my anger, there was still the old reflexive fear that she might twist her ankle in one of the cracks or break into a run and escape from me or fall into a giant hole that would open like a mouth in the ground beneath her feet.

You hold onto what you have; you do not give it up easily, even when you know it is poisoning you. We walked quickly for a long time. Leah spun on her heel. He said you and I should go alone—said maybe that would help you decide. Make you quit stringing me along, I guess he meant. But Jonny, I was going to meet him this morning. Then I was going to meet Cleve at the train station. But when I called him this morning, the bastard backed out.

He decided to spend the day playing with his damned pictures. Only the fact that I was still somehow pitifully, stupidly in love with Leah allowed me to do what I did then. I turned and ran from her. If I had stayed I could not have kept my fingers from round her throat; in my head I would have been choking her and Cleve at once.

Never mind the total illogic of it; never mind that both Leah and Cleve knew I would never have let her go off alone; never mind that I did not really believe Cleve would betray me so completely, not even for Leah, not even though I knew he was pitifully in love with her too.

Something had woken me up this morning at the first pale light of dawn; it could have been a cry down in the street, or a jet plane arrowing through the smog far overhead. Then replacing the receiver ever so gently—wanting to slam it down—and flowing over on top of me.

Making love to me to spite Cleve, even if only in her head. I had the spreading cancer of jealousy in me; it had been eating away inside me for a long time. Now at last I thought I was in its death throes, suffering its final agony. And, like any dying man, I tried to run from it.

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We had already lost the way we had come by. Now I ran deeper into the maze of streets, not looking or caring which way I went. For a few moments I sprinted, desperate to get away, wanting nothing but to run and run.

I walked fast, jogging when she got too close, not letting her catch up with me but not completely losing her. I was afraid I might never find her again; I was afraid of having nothing to crawl back to. When I did glance back, Leah was gone. I froze. How could I have lost her, not meaning to? I waited a few seconds to see if she might follow.

I had to get her to that appointment if I still could. If she needed dragging there, I would drag her. I came around the corner and the sidewalk was empty. For a moment I vacillated between anger and the stark terror of abandonment.

But farther up the street, at the mouth of a narrow alleyway, I saw a smudge on the sidewalk—darker than the drifting ash, and shiny. I walked back to it. The smudge on the sidewalk was blood, twin patches of it ground into the cement.

A few feet away, half-hidden beneath a blackened flake of newspaper, lay a tube of scarlet lipstick. Leah had tripped over her heels, fallen, spilled her purse, skinned her knees brutally on the broken sidewalk. But where had she gone after that?

No one walking quickly past would have noticed it; it had been placed only three or four feet up the wall, at waist level instead of eye level. And it was so faded, the edges of the letters seeming to blend into the dusty brick, that it could hardly be read.

But I imagined Leah sitting up after her fall, her smoky fishnets torn and the raw ganglia of her kneecaps screaming, her eyes filling with tears. She would have sat there for a moment, dazed, not quite able to get up. And the sign might have caught her eye. Suddenly the sky seemed too wide and bright and heavy, the silence too big. A fragment of sidewalk shifted under my foot.

I saw little drifts of refuse piled against either wall of the alley—soot and ash, more bits of charred paper, the razor confetti of broken glass. I did not know if I could set foot in the alley; I did know, however, that I could not go home alone.

One wall was blank and featureless all the way to the back of the alley, where more trash was heaped. At my approach, a bottle rolled lazily down but did not shatter. I thought I had walked into a cul-de-sac until I came to the end of the alley.

There, set back in an alcove of crumbling mortar, was a heavy steel door wedged open with half a brick. The door made a gritty ratcheting noise as I pulled it open, but there was no trash in front of it, and the hinges swung easily. Someone had opened it before me. I paused for a moment, drinking in what little dirty sunlight managed to filter into the alley.

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