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[TW Rape]
I once had a guy tell me that ” if you don’t want to get raped don’t dress in a way that will attract rapists.”
(submitted by lilyevenoa)
this is so true. let me list a few examples of outfits that frequently attract rapists, so that you know what to avoid wearing:
- school uniforms
- military uniforms
- period clothing
- nuns’ habits
- dresses
- pants
- tops
(Source: facebook.com, via fuckyeahreading)
What if
all women were bigger and stronger than you
And thought they were smarter
What if
women were the ones who started wars
What if
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly
What if
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun
What if
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs
What if
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis
What if
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands
What if
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes
What if
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
In a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons
What if
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
with socks
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
or
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
or
“The truth about impotence”
What if
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”
What if
You had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job
What if
You couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running
And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.- Carol Diehl
(via thiscuntsays)
Religious nut Pat Robertson said this. Someone else stitched it. Must be witchcraft. Zap!
Rachel Lloyd: Girls Like Us
Allt det jag berättar om är sant. Jeg berättar det först för mig själv; oändligt långsamt.
Jag prövar mitt tilltal.
Jag vill at ni skall se det jag känner.
Ord för ord. Mening för mening.
Efter en tid tänker jag att jag tecknar ner detta för att min son skall få läsa det. Jag tänker att det skall bli en förklaring till de mörka moln som en dag tätnade ovanför oss. Nu vet jag inte längre. Jag berättar för den som vill lyssna; för den som ändå är på väg och behöver sällskap på färden.
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Emmy the Great & Tim Wheeler - Zombie Christmas
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Tomie dePaola: The Clown of God
You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. You don’t have to maintain an impeccable credit score. Anyone who expects you to do any of those things has no sense of history or economics or science or the arts.
You have to pay your own electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to give it all you got. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth.
But that’s all.
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“I am I am I am” from The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. The text is in Sylvia Plath’s handwriting from her other book, Ariel. I am beyond in love with everything about this.
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