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I would think a lot of media is not very keen to report of gay related offenses, when attempt is to normalize and promote sexual diversity? Over here, I think there was something mentioned that sex has gotten dirtier in gay bar toilets and glory holes than in germany, and result of unprotected sex, level of diseases and HIV has grown intensively. They will underline HIV counts related to junkies, how diseases spread and drug related death escalated +30% in short time. Girl molestations are often reported with big headlines, but even if % of boy molestation is close by, you hardly hear of it. Not long ago up north was going search for 3 guys who abused 10 year old buy.. on street?
Few days ago, site "global finland" published news article - in finnish, about boys abused on cambodia. That local people don't really know, and if they know, they don't care. While abuse of girls is taken, ehm, seriously if you can say so, boys getting abused receives attitude that "men should be strong, he'll get over it soon" or even mockery of such a sissy getting abused. I must stress the finns to grab this "häväistyt ruumiit, rikotut mielet", filled with testimonies of the interviewed victims.
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Quote from: FreakAnimalFinland on March 22, 2011, 09:25:36 AM
I must stress the finns to grab this "häväistyt ruumiit, rikotut mielet", filled with testimonies of the interviewed victims.
Seems to be sold out everywhere?


Oh never mind, forgot about good ol' libraries.


Italy never had problems to talk about gay related crimes.
Recently they are more focused on anti-gay violence, but whenever there somebody buttfucking underage kids there is plenty of coverage.
Even the church no longer cover ups their priests when they sexually harrass kids.
In my town there has been a quite peculiar case with this priest fucking several tims a retarded kid. The local bishop attempted to cover the whole story, but it backfired.
The bishop was known for talking against gay people and immigrants, but people working in Milan gay library Babele were openly saying that in the 70's he was a slutbag.

Remember we are in Italy, so called omophobia is big, so it is a subjects that excites the moral majority.
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In finland, good court case of leading conservative Laestadian priest.. or was it jehovas withness? Anyways, incest and molestation of little boys of pariah, with approval of the parents. At least on level of rather protecting the church than exposing the predator.
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I had to look up omophobia...


True crime stuff is not a huge fixation of mine. That being stated, both the Gomorrah Girl and Napule Shot albums suggested a page back seem really impressive. Wish I had more money for photo books... For those interested in the Camorra syndicate, Roberto Saviano's book Gomorrah is the most obvious pick on the topic--film based on it worth checking out too--but I'd also recommend Nanni Balestrini's novella Sandokan:

It's a shame that only a handful of Balestrini's works are available in English. His writing on the '70s autonomous Left in Italy, and its descent during the "years of lead," is also worth reading.

On a totally unrelated note, I just saw this gallery related to the '81 shooting of Reagan on CNN. Most of the images are fairly common, but I figure a few of you may want to take a look... 30 year anniversary of this event on the 30th, so there will be plenty of material for those interested in this topic in the days ahead...
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we were talking about gay rape

today this hit the news

Raped policeman: 'I never thought I would be a victim'

A detective investigating sexual assaults was devastated when he himself was raped. But he grew even more angry when police colleagues insisted on investigating the crime. Here he tells his tale anonymously

o   Interview by Amelia Hill
o, Monday 4 April 2011 20.30 BST
o   Article history
'I made a series of choices that led to me waking up in a man's bed trapped underneath him. Being raped.' Photograph: Christian Sinibaldi for the Guardian
I've been a police officer for two decades and a detective, specialising in serious crime and sexual offences, for 15 years. Never once in all the time I've investigated these horrific crimes has it occurred to me that one day I would be a victim; that I would be raped – and that I would refuse to help the police investigate.
But a couple of weeks ago, I made a series of choices that led to me, a heterosexual man, waking up in a man's bed, trapped underneath him. Being raped. I'm still struggling to come to terms with how, despite my decades of professional experience, I made the choices that led to me being raped. At no point the evening before had I felt at risk. At no point did I think I was making a bad decision.
I also never anticipated using the service the police provide to rape victims. I've always been the one asking the questions. To be on the other side of the table has been a shock – if I investigated a sexual crime now, there are things I would do differently.
It's hard to accept that a couple of weeks ago everything was normal. Now everything's wrong. I had gone out with friends for a Saturday brunch. We were a small group of settled, sorted, middle-aged men, some single, some in relationships, but none of us looking to do anything other than spend some quiet leisure time together. We had a couple of beers, shared a bottle of wine over the meal, then sat around in the pub chatting and reading the papers.
As the afternoon turned into evening, people began peeling off from the group. By 9.30pm, the last of my friends headed home. On a whim, I decided to stay. I'd never been in that pub before but I felt comfortable alone there.
After a while, I got chatting to a group around the bar. I got the impression that they knew each other and they were a friendly lot. We talked about football, music, the state of the country. It was good, happy banter. It was the chat that goes on every night, in hundreds of pubs across the country when new people start getting to know each other.
As the night wore on, the accumulation of a day's steady drinking began to back up. I was never particularly drunk, I don't think, but my memory becomes increasingly misty when I try to think back.
I can't remember when I first noticed the guy who ended up assaulting me, but he stood out from the rest of the group – he was more extrovert, a bit larger than life. But he didn't do or say anything that made me feel uncomfortable – or that gave the slightest suggestion of what he would be capable of doing a few hours later.
I was still in the pub at about midnight, then the next thing I remember is being in a house with the same group of about six people. I have no recollection of leaving the pub, travelling or arriving. I've racked my brain but I don't know if we walked there, or got a bus or a cab. I do have some memories from the rest of the evening, though. I remember standing in the kitchen, talking about Christina Rossetti's poem The Convent Threshold. It developed into a conversation about poetry and what we would want read at our funerals.
Then my memory tails off again. I don't think my drink was spiked. I'll never know if I was drugged or not but I didn't have any of the after-effects you would expect. I didn't feel disorientated or woozy.
My next memory is at about six or seven the following morning. I woke up in a bed and that guy was raping me. My first thought was: "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The second thought was fear, channelled into self-preservation: I jumped out of bed and grabbed my clothes from the floor. It didn't occur to me to arrest him. It did not even cross my mind that I was a detective. My only thought was my personal safety. He didn't try to stop me. We didn't say a word to each other.
I ran out into the street. I roughly knew the area, so I jumped on a bus heading home and started the longest journey of my life. Sitting alone on that bus was awful. My phone had died during the evening so I couldn't call anyone. I felt alone and dirty. I was very angry, disgusted, a bit scared. I needed help. I told myself what I know victims say all the time: that it was my fault for putting myself in that position. I've spent decades telling victims not to blame themselves, but now I truly understand what it means to torture yourself with "Why did I? / How could I?" thoughts. By the time I got though my front door, I had decided I didn't want to report what had happened to the police. I knew they would do a wonderful job investigating but I was thinking ahead to the trial, with me in court as the victim. I knew that anonymity at work would be impossible. Of course everyone would be sympathetic but they'd treat me differently. How could I sit there with colleagues, trying to be objective about someone else's rape if they were saying "Are you OK?" the whole time?
I knew I had to make sure I was healthy. I couldn't go to a police-run sexual assault referral centre because there was a chance I would know the staff there – the attack had happened in my town. Instead, I found the public specialist clinic. It was very good: great advice, great counselling, great follow-up service.
I called in sick to work for a few days after the attack, but I soon went back because I desperately needed some normality. I'm not gung-ho: I thought about what it would be like, listening to the stories of other victims and arresting perpetrators. How could I guarantee that I wouldn't suddenly break down? What if the man who raped me attacked someone else? How could I arrange for someone else to take over the investigation without it turning into a big deal?
My boss was also a friend, so I decided to tell him what had happened. I was clear that I didn't want to make an official report. But he called in two other officers, opened a case file and started an investigation. I was horrified. I said I wouldn't help but they kept saying they had a duty to protect one of their own.
I believe they thought they were doing the right thing, but if I'd been any other victim, my wishes would have come foremost. They perhaps felt they could put extra pressure on me because, as a copper, I didn't need the careful handling we give other victims.
I was furious but dumbfounded. The strain on me was – and still is – intense. The sexual abuse team ask me to meetings where they say the same thing, again and again: "We appreciate you don't want to substantiate this allegation but what else can you give us?" Then they say they'll come back to me in a couple of weeks to see if I've changed my mind. This relentless stress means I can't start coming to terms with what's happened to me. I want to sign a closure statement that puts all this behind me. I keep telling them that I'm not refusing to co-operate to be difficult. I tell them repeatedly that I don't want to talk about it because it was horrible and I want it to go away. I want to not think about it any more.
The worst thing was when they rang me late at night and told me they'd arrested a suspect. I have no idea who he was, and no idea what information the arrest was based on. I don't know whether they found someone based on what I told them when they were chipping away at me or whether they'd found CCTV film.
The coercion became worse. They asked if I wanted to know his name. That made me feel as sick as on the morning it happened. They obviously hoped that personalising my attacker – giving him a name and a face – would make me change my mind. Then, of course, they had to ring me back later that same evening and tell me they were going bail the guy. They had no evidence sufficient to hold him. I guess they had two goals in seeking his arrest: either I'd crack and agree to go to court, or they could take his DNA and check it on the database to see if he matched any past complaints.
My experience has led me to seriously contemplate whether I or other officers investigating similar serious sexual assaults put undue pressure on victims. Do we push victims to go through the court process? Do we do it for the right reason – because we want to fight crime – but, in doing so, not listen to what the victims are telling us? The pressure my colleagues put on me was conscious – but I think there's a risk that we do it subconsciously in other cases. That worries me deeply.
Another question I've had to ask myself is why, as a police officer, I am not doing everything I can to get my attacker off the streets. But I'm a victim first and a police officer second. I'm not the first victim to decide not to press charges, and I won't be the last. Being a cop means I know the system, and it has scared me off. I know this case would be likely to end in court and, from that point, I couldn't maintain my anonymity. I couldn't cope with the added burden of being a cop as well as a victim.
Do I have more sympathy and empathy with victims after what's happened to me? Without a doubt. Has it made me more cautious? Absolutely. But we're always wise after the event. That's not much good to me now.
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'Double Initial' killer may have struck elsewhere


Published: Today - the sun
A 77-YEAR-OLD man has been charged with killing four women he allegedly targeted because their first and last initials were the same.

Police fear Joseph Naso, from Nevada, may be responsible for more deaths while travelling across the US working as a professional photographer.

They believe he killed Roxene Roggasch in 1977, Carmen Colon in 1978, Pamela Parsons in 1993 and Tracey Tofoya in 1994.

The murders took place in three different northern California counties.

The women have little in common but their quirky names.

Investigators found evidence at Naso's home in Reno last year that tied him to the slayings.

"When you are talking about a person who has killed more than once, this doesn't stop," said Chris Perry of the Nevada Department of Public Safety.

"We think there are others out there we haven't discovered yet."

And detectives in New York are looking into whether he could be responsible for what they call the "Double Initial Murders" of three young girls who were abducted, raped and strangled in Rochester in the 1970s.

One of the victims in the New York case was also named Carmen Colon.

"We expected the calls the moment the arrest became public," said Allan Dombroski, a senior investigator with the New York State Police.

But the New York victims were children, while the California victims were women, leading some to question a possible link.

Naso is being held without bail at Marin County Jail in San Rafael in California
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Less talked about here in Europe than in the US I would think. That doesn't make it any less funny.

The woman who falsely accused three Duke University lacrosse players of raping her in 2006 has been charged with murder over the death of her boyfriend.

Crystal Mangum, 32, was indicted on Monday on a charge of first-degree murder and two counts of theft. She has been in jail since 3 April, when police charged her with assault in the stabbing of 46-year-old Reginald Daye. He died in hospital nearly two weeks later.

Mangum had accused the lacrosse players of raping her at a party, for which she was hired to perform as a stripper. The case heightened long-standing tensions in the university in Durham, North Carolina, about race, class and the privileged status of college athletes. Prosecutors declined to press charges over her claims.

Last year she was convicted of starting a fire that nearly destroyed her home with her three children inside. She told officers she was arguing with her boyfriend at the time - not Daye - and burned his clothes, smashed his car windshield and threatened to stab him.

Friends said Mangum has never recovered from the stigma of the lacrosse case and has been involved in a string of questionable relationships in an attempt to provide stability for her three children.

Vincent Clark, a friend who co-authored Mangum's self-published memoir, said he hoped people would not rush to judge her. He said Mangum realises she has mental health problems: "I'm sad for her. I hope people realise how difficult it is being her," he added.

A federal judge recently ruled that the three players accused of attacking Mangum - Reade Seligmann, Collin Finnerty and Dave Evans - could pursue a lawsuit against the detectives and the district attorney at the time, Mike Nifong, over their handling of the case. The players have not sued Mangum.

A lawyer for Mangum did not return a call seeking comment. The district attorney's office declined to discuss the case.
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More Rajneesh:

"In a nearly unbelievable chapter of Oregon history, a guru from India gathered 2,000 followers to live on a remote eastern Oregon ranch. The dream collapsed 25 years ago amid attempted murders, criminal charges and deportations.

"But the whole story was never made public. With first-ever access to government files, and some participants willing to talk for the first time, it's clear things were far worse than we realized.

"What follows is an inside look -- based on witness statements, grand jury transcripts, police reports, court records and fresh interviews -- at how Rajneesh leaders tried to skirt land-use and immigration laws only to have their schemes collapse to the point they decided killing Oregonians was the only way to save their religious utopia."
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an old ex of mine is a keen follower.
I have been in a commune for an article many years ago. many feminists that failed with politics turned to "orange", no more no less than in Uk with Wiccan.
It would be interesting to gather figures about sexually transmitted desease rates in those environments, since compulsive sex is part of the trade.
It was a strong influence in Italy's 70's, accepted as a guru even by many people in the left, and I am still asking myself what this crook had to do with Marxism.
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Regarding sexually transmitted diseases: apparently with the dawn of AIDS as a public concern, condoms and latex gloves were provided on the Rajneeshee property, and Rajneesh pretty much commanded his followers to always use them... or leave.

Regarding your other point, perhaps the popularity was not because of Marxism so much as to do with its failures..? But obviously the Rajneesh Movement was not the only new religious movement/cult that had a strong link to the Left... think of the Peoples Temple, whose members were frequently seen at Bay Area Left-wing protests before leaving for Guyana...   
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