Semi-sorta depression talking

So I had this idea... a play.

The complexity of rape, of reporting, of understanding, narrated by two spirits who can't interact with victims, but only with the others. Showing off the myths, the idiocies, the huge holes in people's thoughts.

You know, like "did you make it clear that you wanted him to stop?"

Like, sure, there's some real big difficulty in noticing that a person you're having sex with is hurting and terrified. The question is so hugely off course that so many people can't answer it, and that the question can be asked at all raises questions in the minds of victims. And, of course, the rapist *didn't* stop, and didn't act like his partner was hurting and terrified, so the question resonates. The unreality of the situation makes it impossible to answer.

The spirits could speak to the audience, to the other characters, but never to the victims, who would continue through the play unable to see their would-be champions. The truth being laid bare wouldn't change anything, because it's not real.

And it's different from other writing projects I've considered.

I don't feel excited. I feel unable to do it.

I can picture it, in scenes, I want it to exist, I think the world needs it. And I'm pretty damn sure that the world ain't gonna get it from me.

Anyone know a playwright with a desperate need for ideas?

Semi-sorta depression talking

So I had this idea... a play.

The complexity of rape, of reporting, of understanding, narrated by two spirits who can't interact with victims, but only with the others. Showing off the myths, the idiocies, the huge holes in people's thoughts.

You know, like "did you make it clear that you wanted him to stop?"

Like, sure, there's some real big difficulty in noticing that a person you're having sex with is hurting and terrified. The question is so hugely off course that so many people can't answer it, and that the question can be asked at all raises questions in the minds of victims. And, of course, the rapist *didn't* stop, and didn't act like his partner was hurting and terrified, so the question resonates. The unreality of the situation makes it impossible to answer.

The spirits could speak to the audience, to the other characters, but never to the victims, who would continue through the play unable to see their would-be champions. The truth being laid bare wouldn't change anything, because it's not real.

And it's different from other writing projects I've considered.

I don't feel excited. I feel unable to do it.

I can picture it, in scenes, I want it to exist, I think the world needs it. And I'm pretty damn sure that the world ain't gonna get it from me.

Anyone know a playwright with a desperate need for ideas?