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“People who are into dominance and submission tend to have their own vernacular,” says Zader.
“Some will say, ‘I’m a sub, and if you don’t know what that means, you don’t need to contact me,’” he says.
…It became my Bible for life for a while.” And the sex?
“I know that many view it as a rape scene, but I definitely did not see it that way,” says Huynh of the scene.
“I will always feel this way about sex in the novel,” she says. Between Rand’s idealized heroes and heroines, why is the ideal sexual scenario a violent rape that the woman only privately desires?
And for Rand, who was fond of invoking the tautological principle that “A is A,” when is rape not rape?
Almost 30 years after Rand’s death, her casket marked by a gigantic floral arrangement in the shape of a U. dollar sign, her economic ideas are gaining plenty of traction. Not every passage in Rand’s works speaks to her campaign platform, which is abridged in her 1,000-page 1957 allegorical novel: “My philosophy, in essence, is the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and reason as his only absolute.” Rand’s heroic man is also into some pretty coercive sex.
Rand created objectivism, a philosophy that champions laissez-faire capitalism, individualism, and utter selfishness—a powerful opposition ideology at a time when government is growing and welfare for everyone is on the agenda.
The majority are men; currently, 96 men and 36 women in D. Not one of the Atlasphere’s dating profiles includes the word “rape.” Only nine Atlasphere users have clicked a box signaling an interest in “erotica.” Many Atlasphere users express an interest in “domination”—world domination.
The only woman with the word “submissive” in her profile is seeking a relationship and/or business partner to team up with her for her dream venture, “Pizza Tomb.” Pizza Tomb is a theme restaurant where “the gimmick is that the pizza is served on a hollow pyramid-shaped platter placed atop the customer’s head, requiring the customer to eat his or her way out,” she writes.
Her fists beat against his shoulders, against his face.
He moved one hand, took her two wrists and pinned them behind her, under his arm, wrenching her shoulder blades.…She fell back against the dressing table, she stood crouching, her hands clasping the edge behind her, her eyes wide, colorless, shapeless in terror. There was the movement of laughter on his face, but no sound.…Then he approached. She let her teeth sink into his hand and felt blood on the tip of her tongue.
“It was a rape where both people wanted that sort of contact.…Now, one hopes that not too many people would actually go out and treat a woman that way.” Perhaps it’s a concept that can only be understood by a fellow Randian.