Solid math, Joanna, I just turned 31. I'm not sad about starting late, there are actually more benefits than I expected. For example, I can actually afford most of the costs now compared to my impoverished student days, I'm part of a large and loving community that will accept me as Chloe without a second thought, and I'm a lot more patient than I used to be. But still, if I had a chance to do everything over again, I'd have stuck with transitioning the first time.
As far as rape is concerned, I do feel like at the root of it it is about power and domination. That doesn't mean that just wanting to get off isn't part of it, but the very idea that a person can be used for sex against their will enforces a power disparity that has to be at least partially pleasing to the rapist. In my own assault, my rapist was a mentor that I had an enormous amount of respect for and he preyed on that affection to first get me into a situation I was in no way comfortable with and after the fact to insure my silence. Very much about power.
This story has a happy ending though, well not happy per se, but personally satisfying. I saw him for the first time since that night at a protest a little over a year ago. I recognized him immediately, though he didn't recognize me because I was in girl-mode and had a bandana covering most of my face. Just the sight of him triggered one of the worst panic attacks I've ever had. My roommate saw me freaking out so I had to clue him in as to why, only the 2nd person I had ever told. He wanted to attack him right then, but a protest against home foreclosures is really not the right venue. Regardless, we had a great opportunity when the riot police attacked the head of the march. We were right behind the ass and shoved him very hard into the police line. The cops promptly beat the hell out of him and arrested him for and charged him with assaulting a police officer. He ended up spending nearly a week in jail and though he was eventually found not guilty, he still had several thousand in legal fees to pay. Not as satisfying as the thought of him in prison, but it's something. And he'll never know it was me.