Is it possible that the new yes means yes campaign has included coercive sex, where a guy talks a girl into having sex, was inspired by what might be the first stirrings of Rape Culture???

Here are some timeless examples of blatant coercive sexual come on’s from the 1600’s, possibly the first evidence of the patriarchy’s use of coercive language to gain entrance to the stank taco.

Robert Herrick, 1600’s

“To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time”

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And, while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.

Andrew Marvell, 1600’s

“To His Coy Mistress”

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love’s day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
A hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Literally the coercive rapists oldest trick in the book. I say there is no room for rape apology in the most classic collections of poetry and should be banned! Set the pyre, burn the books.

The first poem sounds more like ‘f~~~ me before you hit the wall’

Coercion … yes maybe …. rape … well  I don’t thinks so …. which means yes, it’s rape … probably.

Well it will be if Hitllary gets in.

Well it will be if Hitllary gets in.

If that happens, men breathing will be rape.

You’re still fresh so let us bang
Cause soon your titties will start to hang

/sarcasm off