A list.

https://youtu.be/v2VdD0X0WQM?is=C9dsMtiROWWO7EO5

https://youtu.be/VPNhO-cVbQ0?is=qQUTk\_b7GVEQkiNm

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RDP5Rn19c8A

Some online testimonies

"My mom decided I must've loved it because if it were so bad I'd have attempted suicide."

- anonymous Menslib user

"When i told my gf she was sadder about losing her friend who abused me than How these things made me feel."

- anonymous Menslib user

"Throwaway. When I was 8 or nine I was regularly raped by my older female cousin."

- Askreddit user

"One of my best friends was raped by a woman he was drinking with."

- Askreddit user

"What can I say except I was viscously raped by a woman when I was 11 years old.

She was a next door neighbour."

- Ask reddit user

"I don't have memories after this, but I've had two different girls tell me the stories since, laughing. Apparently it got to a point where although I was much bigger and faster than her (I was an athlete, she was TINY) I was so drunk that I couldn't run fast without tripping... so I would run away, but then fall on something and she would catch up.

At one point I tried locking myself in a room, but when the others found out they unlocked the door and let her in.

My first memory that morning? I woke up butt naked, with her sitting on my lap trying to get me awake for "more". Of course I got the fuck out of there, but to this day that's a funny story that everyone who knows about it tells."

- Askreddit user

"I awoke to a girl riding me, she even had the decency to put a condom on me. Once I realized what was happening I pushed her off of me and went into the other room where my roommate was sleeping on the couch (the girl had come over for a booty call for my roommate who had fallen asleep after i already had) I woke him up and pushed him off the couch and told him "to go deal with her"

I didnt have sex for about 2 months, i was kind of shaken up about it honestly, and like the other guy *he mentions another redditor* i only really bring it up when women are calling me a misogynist, pig, etc because I'm simply a man, saying i know nothing about sexual assault"

- Askreddit user

"Was home on leave from the army for 4th of July. A couple of friends were house sitting for an older couple on some biker rally. Anywho, my buddy, 4 girls, myself, and a couple other guys were throwing a small get together at the house, nothing big, and proceeded to get absolutely hammered. Most people left, and it was just my friend, 2 girls, and I. I asked one of the girls where i could sleep and she jokes around saying "any of the 2 rooms, but you have a 50/50 chance of sleeping with either of us". I chuckled and picked the room on the right.

Wrong choice.

At some point after passing out, i woke up, laying on my side naked, and i just saw this bare ass grinding against me. I thought WTF?? And fell back asleep. The next morning I'm still naked, the girl is trying to cuddle with me. I'm not really sure what happened yet, so i get up and realize I pissed the bed. All over rapey and myself, and the bed at the house we were visiting. Luckily i was naked so my clothes were clean. I took a shower and got a ride from the other girl and went home. A few days later i was back on base in Texas still not sure what happened.

The rapey girl starts telling all our mutual friends we had sex and how she really likes me but i pissed the bed yada yada. It was embarrassing. And it finally dawns on me what happened. Everyone starts giving me shit cus i had a girlfriend at the time. For years they just thought i was an asshole for cheating on my army gf with rapey chick, while being a bed wetter at 19."

- Askreddit user

"Drugged in college, woke up with a girl riding me that I had already told I wasn't trying to do that (before getting drugged). I groggily/ confusedly pushed her off and she didn't really put up a fight. Gave my chlamydia too. "By the way, I haven't finished my treatment for chlamydia". Wrote myself a note when I got home to make sure I remembered to get to a hospital in the morning."

- Askreddit user

"A bunch of us went to a house party at university, probably about 20 of us there. There was lots of drink, people getting drunk. One of my friends was getting drunk quicker than the rest of us and this fat ginger girl moved in close to him.

This girl was someone that people knew of, she lived in a house at the end of the road, and her housemates were involved in the party. Her housemates though were well-liked, a good bunch. This ginger girl though was not. The only reason the other girls had allowed her to move in to their house was that they needed a very last minute person to live in the final room.

My friend then got very drunk and walked upstairs to take a lie down on a bed. Shortly after, the ginger girl followed him, and we thought nothing of it.

10 minutes later, she came downstairs and immediately walked out the door. We immediately thought something was wrong, so me and a couple others hurried upstairs and found him lying in bed, but with this trousers down, penis exposed, and blood everywhere. We covered him up and carried him to the bathroom to help clean him and wake him up."

- Askreddit user

"When I was 17 I was already done school and took a job out of my home province (Canadian eh). Never been much of the partier type it was one of my first experiences drinking and seeing drugs. Well I had to much to drink one night and passed out in the hotel room early into a party. A couple hours when I awoke I was being played with on the floor of the hotel. I soon realised that it was one of my supervisors (working for a big box store so it did not mean much, she often partied with us). I asked her to stop a few times but I was fairly groggy and not too sure what was going on. I passed out again for a bit and woke up and she was riding me, bare back. It is all kind of blurry but I can remember her telling me that she needed to know when I was going to finish because she was not on BC. Now I'm a fairly big guy now but at the time I was fairly skinny and not very strong, and she was not a small lady. Anywhoo I passed out again, I'm not sure what happened after that I have no idea if I finished or even if you can passed out I have no idea. Only saw her a few more times at work then she was gone. The funny thing was that nobody believes you in you are a guy. It's all "you wanted it" and stuff. Nothing ever came of it. And I have not spoke about it in 4 years, nor ever put it here. But that's what its like."

- Askreddit user

"I got kicked out when I was 17 and ended up living with a friend who used to live in the same neighborhood but was much older, roughly 6-7 years. He lived with his girlfriend and her two roommates who were also female. Parties were a fairly common thing since they were all in college. Anyways.

One night before my 18th birthday they had a pretty big party with around 15-20 friends and a LOT of booze. Being the baby at the party people were encouraging me to take shots and drink beers etc. I ended up getting absolutely trashed and throwing up in the bathroom. This is where it's pretty fuzzy, but it's what I remember of the situation.

Two girls from the group of friends decided to take care of me since I was throwing up sick, they got me water, clean shirt, etc. I remember them getting me to brush my teeth so I could go to bed, sounds reasonable, right? I finished brushing and they walked me back to a small side room where I slept on a couch, they got me in, locked the door, and proceeded to take turns going down on me and making out with me. At first I wasn't really aware of what was happening because I was so drunk, after a while I snapped-to and tried to tell them I had a girlfriend and that I couldn't do it. One of the girls was very indignant saying something like "We took care of you, we deserve some fun." Or something like that.

I blacked out again and came to maybe an hour(s?) later with one of the girls on top of me while the other was kissing her. I freaked out and started pushing her off and rolling off the couch which made her fall and knock her friend down with her. My buddy heard the commotion and came knocking on my door and tried to open it. When he found it was locked he started pounding and the girls got dressed, unlocked it and excused themselves, my buddy sort of chuckled at first and wished me good night and I guess I had a look on my face because he stopped and asked if everything was cool. I lost it and just started bawling and drunkenly try to explain what had just happened, he didn't know what to do so he just kinda patted my back and lit me a cig. His girlfriend came in and asked what happened, my friend explained since I couldn't really get words out and she just brushed it off saying I didn't appreciate how lucky I had gotten. My friend stayed with me until I passed out again. Never felt so sick in my life.

The next party they threw both those girls showed up asking about me and saying they wanted to chill with me, my buddy threw them both out of the house and said if they ever came back there wouldn't be a warning. Never saw them again, still hate his girlfriend(now ex) to this day for saying I was lucky. My girlfriend at the time also noticed that I acted differently in bed and when I tried to tell her what happened she just screamed at me for cheating on her and all her friends started calling me a douchebag, dickhead, etc. to my face in public.

Stephanie and Lisa if you're reading this I hope you walk into a gasoline plant and it catches on fire." Fuck you both.

- Askreddit user

Some of these are cut short just for the sake of space. Sorry.

My testimony

I used to work with a bunch of women in retail. At one point I worked at this fish joint that was a family owned business. Not a whole lot of guys there and especially not a whole lot of people over 40yo. A lot of the girls were either college aged or in high school. In my adolescent years I was mainly being groped by dudes. However, in college it completely flipped. I only had one older gentleman do it and 6 women. The age of the women ranged from 17yo all the way to my dad's age. Fun fact: the only one who ever bothered to apologized was the 17yo. Imagine that. One of the other girls was actually spoken for so I had to ask her how her bf would feel. She said he would dump her immediately.

The other girl (who looked like an 18yo female Corey Haim) would constantly play with my shit like bongos. The other girls would just laugh. The girl with the bf (we'll call her Steph) when I first met her accidently touched my ass. I brushed it off. Happens to the best of us otherwise my grandma needs to get metoo'd. Haha. Anyways, XX Corey Haim somehow ends up talking about my ass to which Steph then says that she accidently touched my ass. XX Corey Haim goes "right cheek or left cheek" to which Steph goes "whichever floats your boat" or something like that. Lil Corey Haim was a white girl who apparently had a fetish for black guys. I remember reading Invincible after it all happened and the panel where Robot rebukes Monster girl for making Bulletproof uncomfortable was just a bit too close to home. She was very young looking even though she was 18 (she looked no older than 12yo). It felt like I was getting groped by a middle schooler. I also heard that she allegedly lied on a guy about rape.

One of the Hispanic girls did it once too and another one simply spoke about how much she wanted to "grab it." Come to think of it, another girl even asked if she could grab it. I told her that was weird and asked how she'd feel if I asked her that. Her response? "I don't mind." Yeah, that didn't work. The worst one was the Hispanic woman who was closer to my dad's age. She's a small woman and sometimes I would bump into her at points. Sometimes I hurt her kinda bad (stepped on her toes; bumper her forehead, elbowed her in the face, etc.). I was almost a whole ruler taller than her (at the time I was 5'10 exactly). At certain points I would end up brushing my hand on her ass by accident. They worked me like a Hebrew slave so you can connect the dots as to why she ended up as my personal crash test dummy. Anyways, she would turn around and get mad and I would apologize and let her know it was an accident. I feel like there was a part of her that knew this. So when she grabbed my butt and tried to say I was guilty of it myself, I thought that was bullshit. She then said this word for word, "it's okay because it do it to my son all the time." Her son was a year older than me. I was 24yo (now 30). She knew she wasn't right. Also weird how you're half way to the grave and you're still playing grab ass with your son...and he's a grown as man.

I've also had a woman try and coerce me into sex. I suspected that she was in a relationship already and told her that I wasn't going to fuck her.

Her: lol. You seem to have your heart set on that

But you clearly don’t know, and I’m not going to tell you. :) because I don’t feel I need to live my life according to your impositions. :) so you’ll never know if I’m single, or with someone, or married, or cheating or not.

Me: Look, you’re a very good fuck but I can’t. I’m sorry.

Her: You will never know. :) you already fucked me, didn’t you?

Don’t be sorry. Just think about how you’re trying to impose your rules on me. :) and don’t pretend that you have any right to impose anything on me.

You can only control if you cheat. :) and you cannot control anyone else.

She went on and on about how she "only asked once," how I "turned this into a very unsexy conversation" and how I'm "imposing my values on a stranger" yada yada. Then she blocked me. I wonder how many other guys fell for her coercive bullshit. I remember her saying not to "leave any marks on her" I kind of took that as odd but brushed it off until I put two and two together.

The bottom line it this. There are women like this all around us. Feminists love to say "you know someone who has raped" but I guarantee you that female preds don't cross their mind when they say this. You can make the case that women do it less. Sure, go ahead. However, this doesn't mean that you just automatically trust women on the basis of them being women. Unless all women are incapable of harm then you shouldn't be trusting a woman you don't know. That doesn't sound very "feminist." Rarity has never stopped a leftist from worrying about a phenomenon anyway but it seems that it stops here. If men are trash then what does that make women? Recyclables? This post is just a reminder that the "women are the protectors" statements are not as true as they think it is. You know what's funny about the pic above? This guys says that a drunk guy would be taken care of (given water, cleaned up, etc.), right? The catch is that in the very last story, the women did all that...and still raped him. Go figure.

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On January 24, 2023, Lindsay Clancy strangled her three children, Cora, Dawson, and Callan, with exercise bands in their Duxbury basement before jumping from a second story window.

Her lawyers admitted to everything. The only thing left for the jury to decide is whether she was so consumed by postpartum psychosis that she isn’t criminally responsible. A diagnosis that Lindsey Clancy has never received. But the internet didn’t wait for a jury or medical experts. Eighteen months ago, the brain rotted digital masses reached a verdict and continue to regurgitate it ad nauseam. In doing so, they answered a second, unasked question: could her husband, a man the state’s own phone tracking data places at a CVS while his children were being murdered, actually be the real killer? The speed with which the public granted her total exculpation while casting live suspicion on him reveals a profound cultural sickness. It shows exactly how we assign moral agency based on sex. Women are treated as fragile accidents, and men are treated as inherent predators.

The Sympathy Machine

The online reaction to Clancy has been nothing short of absurd. A GoFundMe for her parents has raked in over $800,000, with another fundraiser aiming for $2 million. On TikTok, a defense adjacent fandom has emerged. Legal commentators don’t attack the woman who killed three babies, but instead bash the prosecutors as “disgusting human beings” for daring to try and convict her. The narrative is locked in. She was a “troubled soul,” a victim of her own biology and “bad medication.” She isn’t an agent who made a choice; she is a passenger in her own body.

Some of this could be medically warranted because postpartum psychosis is real but, incredibly rare. But the public didn’t wait for the medical experts. They assume incapacity as a starting premise because the killer was a mother. In our current cultural climate, a mother who kills is viewed only as a victim of her hormones, never as a person capable of something monstrous by premeditated choice.

This reflex is already crashing into the evidence. Prosecutors showed the jury an Apple Maps search Clancy used to time her husband’s pharmacy run to the minute. A psychiatrist who saw her fourteen times, including the day before the murders, testified that Clancy never appeared psychotic. Digital forensics show her moving normally through the house between the killings. It destroys the idea that she “obviously” didn’t know what she was doing.

This is infantilization disguised as empathy. 

It is particularly galling to watch so many “self proclaimed feminists” lead this charge. For a group that spent decades demanding that women be recognized as equal, autonomous adults with full agency, they are remarkably quick to deny that agency the moment it becomes inconvenient. Why are these advocates so eager to strip Lindsey Clancy of her culpability? Why do they fight so hard to shield her from the reality that she is a mass murderer who needs to be permanently quarantined from civil society for the safety of others? By denying her responsibility, they aren’t elevating women; they are retreating into the same archaic logic that once barred women from juries by claiming they lacked the agency to be held accountable. Chivalry is just the polite face of contempt. By deciding a mother cannot be the author of her own worst acts, society isn’t protecting women. It’s stripping them of their accountability to maintain a fairy tale of female purity.

Now, look at Patrick Clancy. By every piece of available evidence, he was not in the house. Yet, a huge swath of the internet has spent two years trying to frame him as the actual killer. This is a theory the Boston Globe called baseless and unsupported by any footage or records. People have analyzed his shoes, the tone of his 911 call, and whether a “real man” would have sounded more devastated.

A criminologist in Marie Claire tried to dress this up as “heightened awareness of male perpetrated domestic violence.” That is a sanitized deflection to say that in the modern West, a man is a suspect by default. Because we have decided that men are the sole and default agents of harm, any ambiguity, such as a delayed errand or a calm voice during a trauma, is read as evidence of guilt.

Patrick Clancy did not kill his children. He wasn’t even there. But the discourse spent two years trying to find a way to make it his fault anyway. The horrifying tragedy he has experienced, only to be treated as the perpetrator, is the exact nightmare lived by countless men facing violent women. This is the lived reality of the Duluth Model, a rigid and outdated framework that views domestic violence as a tool of patriarchal control rather than a human behavior. 

By insisting that men are always the aggressors and women the victims, the Duluth Model doesn't just ignore female IPV; it weaponizes the system against male victims, often leading to their own wrongful arrest or the loss of their children.

Patrick Clancy is the poster child for this institutional blindness: a man stripped of his status as a grieving father and recast as a villain, simply because our culture cannot conceive of a world where a woman is the monster and a man is the victim.

It is pure misandry.

It is the mirror image of the infantilization granted to Lindsay. It is assigning culpability by category rather than by evidence.

The Doerman Contrast

Compare this to Chad Doerman. In June 2023, this Ohio father shot his three young sons one by one. He pleaded insanity, citing “serious mental illness.” He eventually pleaded guilty and got life without parole.

There was no viral sympathy campaign for Doerman. No $800,000 GoFundMe. No TikTok fandom calling him a “troubled soul.” No effort to find a third party to blame. The public verdict was instant: monster.

Both parents killed three children. Both defense teams used mental illness. One received a fundraising apparatus and a protective shield of “biological tragedy,” while the other received consensus contempt and a prosecutor who didn’t feel the need to explain why the death penalty was on the table. The public didn’t wait for the facts to diverge. They diverged the moment the public learned the killer’s sex.

This is but one demonstrated argument that women receive a systemic benefit of the doubt that men are denied. We have comparable facts and wildly different public dispositions.

None of this requires us to decide Lindsay Clancy’s guilt because that is for the jury. But the online frenzy reveals a verdict on our own culture. We still process violence through the lens of gender before we look at the evidence. We extend automatic grace to women and automatic suspicion to men, and we have the audacity to call these instincts compassion.

Some reports of this incident are leaving out that she shortly after it happened admitted she took part consensually.

Van Houten’s statement Monday provided an excruciatingly detailed account of what the alleged victim said happened to her.

“Male Number 1 brought Jane Doe to a ‘quiet area’ and ‘asked how [Jane Doe] would feel about having a threesome with two male partners,'” his office wrote, quoting the woman’s police report, which described how she met up with “Male 1” at his fraternity after a night at the bars.

“Doe ‘agreed due to how attracted [she] was to [Male Number 1] on top of [her] drunken curiousness,'” it continued.

“When she learned that Male Number 2 would be the third participant, Jane Doe ‘remembered being excited because [she] thought that [Male Number 1 and Male Number 2] wanting to have a threesome meant that they were gay.'”

From there, the night descended into a scene of shocking bacchanal, with the group snorting ketamine off each other’s naked bodies and guzzling booze as they had sex — with some of the men struggling to stay conscious and dry-heaving as they tried not to vomit, her statement said.

“At the start of the threesome, Jane Doe described her intoxication level as ‘5 or 6 out of 10’ and that she was “pretty ok with having this threesome,'” the statement said.

Later, another brother tried to get in the room, with Doe letting him in “because it was his room,” before they and Male 2 allegedly started having sex alongside the passed-out Male 1.

“‘[Male Number 1] would eventually wake up’ and ‘said he wanted to take part and asked about making it a foursome, to which [Jane Doe] said ‘Hell No,'” Jane Doe rejected this request ‘because [she] knew that a foursome meant that [she] would have to take part in anal sex,'” the DA said, continuing to quote Doe’s statement.

Other men then began also entering the room, where Doe said she was beginning to lose track of what was happening in her deepening intoxication from the drugs and booze.

“‘[Male Number 7] said something very rude and mean to [her].’ Male Number 7 apologized and ‘grabbed [her] face and started kissing [her].” Jane Doe ‘quickly backed away to stop [Male Number 7] from kissing [her],'” the statement said.

“The males began complimenting Jane Doe and ‘talking about how pretty [she] was.’ Male Number 4 ‘asked [Jane Doe] if they all could do drugs off of [her] perfect body.’ Jane Doe responded, ‘Sure.’

“Jane Doe ‘remembered snorting more Ketamine’ and ‘remembered feeling extremely high.’ Male Number 1 ‘said he wanted to have sex again because he wanted redemption for passing out earlier in the night,'” the statement said.

“Jane Doe initially stated that she was tired and asked Male Number 1, ‘What happened to just you and me?’ Jane Doe could not remember how it started but she then engaged in a threesome.”

The disturbing night finally ended 5:45 a.m. — about four hours after it started — when the woman described herself as being an 8 out of 10′ intoxication level and she said she told the brothers she “was tired and needed to turn in.

“At that point, both guys stopped the threesome with [her] as far as [she] can remember,” the DA’s statement concluded.

https://nypost.com/2026/09/28/us-news/lurid-new-details-in-alleged-cornell-gang-rape-exposed-by-da-as-he-battles-threatening-phone-calls/

Updated version here.

I have just completed this visual and added it to our recently revised guide “Six Rules for Avoiding False Accusations of Sexual Assault.” It is available in both image and PDF form. While following these six rules will greatly reduce the likelihood of being wrongly accused, you will see that much of it is also simple, healthy relationship advice that benefits everyone. Feel free to redistribute it, and feel free to adapt its approach and content to any education you may provide to students college-age or younger.