Casual, everyday gang rape

Samantha Suppiah
6 min readDec 16, 2021

It’s late morning on a Thursday in mid-December in a sleepy middle-aged suburb on the edges of Metro Manila, Philippines.

A hundred birds chirp cheerfully at the overcast sky. It’s not too hot to be out and about. A typhoon is brewing off the coast of Leyte, first stop on the tour along the Philippine typhoon belt.

A heavy, humid breeze sways the trees lining potholed streets of two-, three-storey houses with oversized garages and mini-gardens. Not different to how the rest of the middle-upper classes live in urban Global South.

A high-pitched yelp punches the calm.

It’s a white-coated short-haired female dog, sporting a pink collar. She’s been in heat for a couple days, somehow wandering the streets in the suburb, unclaimed, unshielded by her humans.

She yelps in pain as she is roughly penetrated by a larger brown male dog who lives at one of the houses up the street.

He too wears a collar. He too has been wandering the streets for a couple days, hounding her constantly, alongside two other stray males who are smaller than he. Trapped between the three of them, she can’t take a single step in any direction without being cut off on one end and exposed on the other.

She’s tired, sore, bleeding.

He fends off one of the smaller males and positions himself again, digging his front ankles into her hips. She yelps once more, panting, resigned.

She is surrounded by large houses, christmas decorations, swimming pools. These streets are filled with neglected intact strays, hungry for food and sex, starved of love and nurturing, aggressive with scarcity insecurity.

The males are excited: another chance to simply take what their overpowering hormones tell them they want. Another opportunity to square up against the local alphas and steal a prize from under their noses.

This is not about reproduction.
This is about power.

What respite can she hope for? Wherever she goes in this neighbourhood, she’s hounded by males. She’s been trying to get away from them, more and more desperate, her yelps ignored by the giddy laughing males, she is not a creature with a voice: she is an object to be…

Samantha Suppiah

Southeast Asian trickster. Design strategist for decolonial sustainability & regeneration. www.possiblefutures.earth/samantha