Still, I'd like to relate a little story that happened to me and seems pertinent here.
I was 17 and together with friends stayed on a boat, navigating up and down the Shannon in Ireland. We all slept together in the cabin, and one night I had a fantastic dream. I literally saw angels, had colorful, seething visions of happiness and bliss. It also had increasingly distinct sexual aspects, I felt my solar plexus and something pleasant around my hips and realized that I was getting mightily aroused. The longer it went on, more and more a question was forming in my blurry mind: what is going on? You are happy, it feels great, is this real or is it a dream? Slowly my mind became less blurry and I woke up. It took a little while before I was fully aware of what was going on. One of our party, an older man, a person with whom I never had exchanged more than a few words, he was an acquaintance of my friend who had organised the boat trip, was lying behind me with his hand in my underwear and stroking my genitals, whispering "please, please".
I was totally aghast, the bliss disappeared within split seconds, the only thing now on my mind was how I could wriggle myself out of this as quickly as possible. Not only would I never have expected a sexual approach from this guy, who must have been in his mid-forties, was fat and always drunk, I also thought it was a major breach of trust to approach me while sleeping in the middle of the night. Sure, I may have been a little bit miffed upon discovering that it was NOT the hot blonde I had visited the previous evening who was touching me, and I was probably still a little uptight towards gays at that age. Now, I think I could handle the situation with cooler attitude and not be all that flustered as I was at the time.
So, I went out of the cabin and lay down on the open deck where the air was moist, breezy and cold. Unfortunately I didn't find a blanket. The next day I had fallen ill with a terrible cold. For two days I was delirious, had very high fever, like never before and never again, more than 40 centigrade Celsius. For a while my friends thought I was going to die. Naturally, they brought me to a doctor, got antibiotics, rented a room, helped me in every way. Especially this older guy, I guess he may have felt sorry and a little guilty, was most helpful and paid for everything.
When the fever came down and I had time to think about what happened I decided to leave. It never occurred to me to go to the police. Would have been easy to send him to prison for a few years at that time, I guess: in 1971 the Irish were looking askance at gays in general, particularly at those who approached minors, and it was definitely an unsolicited and unwanted "sexual assault" during sleep, although there was nothing violent in what he did. Which is the main reason I didn't want to get back at him. What I had "suffered" was a little shock and nothing more, and I can very well live with this. Although it had also some less pleasurable consequences like the night on the open deck and what followed.
Has my little story anything to do with your question? Well, yes, I feel it is my right as someone who has experienced what it actually feels like to be "sexually attacked" during sleep and wake up to the realization that a stranger is fiddling you to comment on the outrageous, despicable suggestion that what happened to Sofia Wilén as described in the summary of her police interview has even remotely anything to do with rape. Get a fucking grip!
They were sexually congregating throughout the entire night and continued after breakfast. There is no doubt whatsoever that she consented again and again and again. He could very reasonably assume that she consented, and that is all that matters, even if she had, like him, "dozed off" for a moment.
She didn't stop when she realized that he had initiated another bout of huffing and puffing, she didn't stop when she realized it was without a condom, and she had already "let it go" when she had realized before that the condom was not affixed appropriately.
What may indeed be in question is how much she actually WAS concerned about protection against STD, or whether she was just insisting on a condom as a matter of principle, or because Ms Ardin reminded her that she should have.
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