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.



Samantha Suppiah

Southeast Asian trickster. Design strategist for decolonial sustainability & regeneration.