Sexual Assault

Explain how sexual behaviour could be socialized in males. Do you think that males who commit sexual assault are "hypermasculine"? Why and where do men learn "hypermasculine" behaviour?

Hypermasculinity is a psychological term for the exaggeration of men stereotypical behaivour, such as an emphasis on strength, aggresion, body hair, odor, virility.

In my opinion, i think men learn this, "hypermasculinity" from the start. Men are always taught to be strong and to not be a wimp, and if you want something you get it. They are told to blow up things, while girls are told to share and be kind to eachother. Also with sports, men are told to play hockey or football or rugby and if you don't act tough or play those kinds of sports you're a wimp.

I think men who commit sexual assault are most of the time hypermasculine. Just because most of the time they look at women as "objects" and that if they want it, they will have it. They feel like they are superior to women and that's why they can sexually assault them.

Here's a sexual assault story that potrays, "Hypermasculinity"

 I was raped 4 months ago by my boyfriends best friend. I was 17 he was 23.I trusted him, I knew him almost as well as I knew my boyfriend. I cant get what happened that night out of my head. I can remember every little detail. I cry myself to sleep every night. I just want to be able to sleep without dreaming about what happened. One night he phoned me and told me that my boyfriend's car had broken down and that he was picking me up from work for him. He took me to the house that we shared with my boyfriend, but my boyfriend wasnt there. He told me that my boyfriend must have gone out to get something, so we sat and watched tv.
I took no notice when he put his arm around me, I thought he was just being friendly. I fell asleep, I dont know for how long but when I woke up he was kissing me, little soft kisses on my cheek. It was dark, I thought it was my boyfriend so I let him continue. He kissed my mouth, my neck, my ears. It was only when I heard my boyfriends car pull up outside that I realised it was him. I tried to get up but he was lying on top of me. He told me that if I made a noise he'd kill me. He locked me in his bedroom. I was so scared that I couldnt move. I just curled up in a little ball and cried and cried. I knew what he was going to do. I just couldnt believe he could do a thing like that. I wanted to scream out to my boyfriend but I couldnt.
The next thing I heard was my boyfriend leaving. I wanted to yell "dont leave me here" but I was so scared. Im so ashamed that I couldnt move or scream. I must be so weak, I just felt so helpless.
He unlocked his bedroom door and came in. I was still huddled in the corner of the room. He came over to me and told me that I wanted it, that I'd been leading him on in front of the tv and that if I was "good" nothing bad would happen.
He started touching me, telling me it felt good, that it was what I wanted him to do. He told me to touch him, but when I wouldnt he slapped me. All I could do was cry. He pushed me over and I hit my head against his bedside table. He pushed my skirt up and told me that he was going to "fuck me like I deserve to be fucked". He took off my panties and unzipped his jeans. I couldnt stop crying, I kept asking him to stop and to let me go, but he just laughed at me and told me to stop acting like a baby. Every time I'd try to get up he'd slap me, I have never been so scared in my life.
He forced my legs apart and pushed himself inside me. I can remember the pain, it felt like I was being ripped apart. I screamed, I begged him to stop, but it was useless. He was easily twice my size and so strong. He kept telling me to stop crying, that I'd asked for it, but it only made me cry more. I wanted to die.
When he finished he told me that if I ever told anyone he'd kill me. He knew where I lived, he knew all my friends. He threatened that if I ever told he'd do the same to my best friend. Then he left me alone and told me to clean up. I was bleeding and had left a big blood stain on the carpet. I was so sore. I locked myself in his bathroom and sat and cried and cried, I think I must have passed out. When I eventually came out he was sitting on the couch drinking a beer. All he did was wink at me. I hated him so much. I locked myself in my bedroom until I was sure my boyfriend was home.
I still havent told my boyfriend what happened. We still live with him but I make sure i'm not home alone with him anymore. I'm pregnant because of him, with twins. My boyfriend think they're his. I cant tell my boyfriend what happened because "he" threatens that he'll take them from me. I dont want to lose my babies even if they're "his". Sometimes he comes up to me touches my stomach, just to let me know that he's watching me. Im still scared of him. Its stupid isnt it? I let my life be run by the monster that raped me. This is the first time that i've talked about what happened. I want someone to talk to who has been through the same thing. I cant handle it on my own.

That story makes me sick, it makes me upset to think that guys think they can do whatever to whoever and it's okay, and they think they can get away with it. It makes girls feel trapped and feel they have no where to go.