PERSONA DANCING ALL OVER MY SOUL
"I generally just tumble around."

happyunicornjet:

Columbia University Student Will Drag Her Mattress Around Campus Until Her Rapist Is Gone

“I think the act of carrying something that is normally found in our bedroom out into the light is supposed to mirror the way I’ve talked to the media and talked to different news channels, etc,” Emma continues in the full video which you can watch here.

So, I just want to go into HOW MUCH Columbia and the NYPD has failed, and revictimized, Emma Sulkowitz.

What I really love about this ‘mattress performance’ is that other students helped her carry her mattress across campus.

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All those people reminded her that she didn’t have to carry that weight alone. That’s amazing.

(Source: lavendermuseums)

equius:

romoflux:

i hate the whole “nobody should be disgusted with the naked body” morality. it doesnt take into account peoples own experiences and trauma. maybe a rape victim doesnt fucking feel comfortable seeing that. or maybe a heavily body dysphoric trans person doesnt want to see that. or an asexual might feel uncomfortable. maybe not everyone is the same and some people have the right to feel uncomfortable with the naked human body and its okay.

FUCKING THANK YOU

massacourawoman:

d-i-y-orgasms:

jesus christ i didn’t even think about the rapist hearing a rape joke

As someone who has gone through this I hate hearing people joke about rape or hype rape culture. It makes me sick to my stomach.

(Source: neutralmilkh0e)

aleatoryw:

transthot:

i’m not trying to limit anyone’s “creativity” or whatever but like

  • don’t write about mental illnesses you know nothing about
  • 10 out 10 times self harm isn’t cured by a boy saying “i love you”
  • inform people about possible trigger warnings
  • rape/non-con isn’t a kink
  • pedophilia/underage isn’t a kink

READ IT. THEN READ IT AGAIN.

(Source: transthot-blog)

nxte:

boysies:

No more.

good

totaldramafuzzy:

casimiro-fausto-gallegos:

totaldramafuzzy:

casimiro-fausto-gallegos:

Cassius was disturbed by the sudden nonchalant demeanor. Cassius reach out, pushing the bottle away from Clyde’s lips, a concerned look in his eyes. 

“W-wait…” he protested softly. “Please… please, talk to me.” he whispered. “I.. ah…” he looked at the liquor bottle, then back to Clyde. He didn’t know he’d brought such a thing, but would deal with that later.

“That seemed like more than just a bad dream….please… tell me what’s wrong.” he urged, then worried he was being pushy. “I mean, ah, if… if you want to….” he added, though his worry was clear.

“Well ah guess ah owe ye since ye ‘ave been so open with me….” Clyde murmured, taking another long sip from the bottle before looking back to Cassius. “Ah was ‘avin a dream about my mother….. ah…. it’s the same dream a’ve always ‘ad about ‘er. From the night she killed herself…..” His voice was merely a whisper by that point. He averted his gaze from Cassius, not wanting to see the pity on his face. Clyde just stared down at his bottle, rubbing his thumb along the neck of it. “It was ma fault." 

Cassius’ eyes grew wide with shock at the revelation. At first he didn’t know how to respond, but as soon as Clyde uttered his last statement, his confession of guilt, Cassius pulled him into a tight hug, looking him dead in the eyes.

"How is something like that your fault?!?! No hay un r— agh! She.. I’m sorry to hear she…. that that happened to you. But I can’t imagine how you could blame yourself!” Cassius insisted, mixed emotions flaring in his hazel eyes.

“Ah made her unhappy ever since ah was born….” Clyde said, after working so hard to stop crying the tears just began to start up again. He closed his eyes, hoping that if they were shut tight enough the tears wouldn’t fall. Clyde had to take a deep breath before continuing, though his voice still shook. “Ma mum…. she… ah… she was kidnapped… tortured an’ raped….. by the time they found ‘er ah was already conceived. She didn’t ‘ave it in er ta go through with an abortion but… the second ah was born she just… felt sick. She cried… and cried…. she never really stopped cryin’. She refused ta hold me…." 

Clyde tigthed his grip around the bottle, almost as though it would help him somehow. His voice began coming out more high-pitched as he tried to keep the sobs away. “She had Annie in hopes ‘avin another baby would distract her from ‘avin’ ta take care o’ me…. but it didn’t…. She hated me so much that she just….” Clyde then raised two fingers, holding them to the temple of his head. “Bam. Right in front o’ me…. her last words were ‘I hate you’.” 

"Ah still see it… sometimes… when a’m sleepin’. It’s like God wants me ta constantly relive that moment. Over an’ over again. Remind me that… it’s my fault Annie grew up without knowin’ her mum…. why ma Da’ is all alone…. Why… How ah ruined everythin’. Just by bein’ born…." 

Cassius couldn’t believe what he was hearing; or rather, he could, he just didn’t want to. To think that Clyde harbored such pain, and harbored it alone…. Cassius didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to say. What could he do?

He did what came first to his mind; he continued to hug Clyde tenderly, gently. He rubbed his back in a consoling gesture, and wiped his eyes with his shirt as he cried.

"Aye Dios mio…. Clyde…. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry that you live with that on your shoulders… that you blame yourself…. that you had to see the things you saw and had to hear the things you heard…” the words spilled out of his mouth faster than he could process them. 

“But… but it’s not your fault. That may not be what you’ve heard and believed for so many years…. but it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault that such a terrible thing happened to her. It’s not your fault that you exist. You are not the cause, you are not the problem. Clyde, the only person at fault is the absolute monster who hurt your mother.” Cassius spoke rapidly, his accent thicker than normal as his emotions mixed from sorrow to righteous anger to worry.

“It’s not your fault…. for existing.” he repeated, catching his breath. “Clyde, your mother said those things and did those things because that man hurt her so badly… but that doesn’t mean what she said was true. You should not apologize for existing.” he insisted over and over, tears of his own welling up in his eyes.

TBH aside from the many ways in which it’s already shitty and awful to say that men can’t be raped, it also invalidates trans men and is often used against them to invalidate them or their trauma.

micdotcom:

If we talked about theft like we talk about rape, here’s how absurd it would sound

It’s hard to imagine asking victims of violent crimes what they could have done to prevent what happened to them.

But this is all too often the reality for rape victims.

lorrainelola:
“My friend wrote this article on Reddit and it is now going viral everywhere. She really did nail it. Reblog the shit out of this and spread it like wildfire!
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lorrainelola:

My friend wrote this article on Reddit and it is now going viral everywhere. She really did nail it. Reblog the shit out of this and spread it like wildfire!

gimmeallyoresidualz:

swellss:

GIVE JESSICA HER OWN FUCKING TV SHOW PLEASE.

I love her

(Source: comedycentral)

mangataria:
“ I reblog this every time it comes up on my dash, way more people need to see this!
”

mangataria:

I reblog this every time it comes up on my dash, way more people need to see this!

(Source: casimirfornalski)

feytaline-loves:
“ motherfrigginpsas:
“ LISTEN UP KIDS BECAUSE I AM FED UP WITH SEEING THIS BULLSHIT CROSS MY DASH (such as this post here)
THIS POST IS NOT GIVING YOU IMPORTANT INFORMATION ON HOW TO PREVENT RAPE
THIS POST IS MADE UP FUCKING BULLSHIT...

feytaline-loves:

motherfrigginpsas:

LISTEN UP KIDS BECAUSE I AM FED UP WITH SEEING THIS BULLSHIT CROSS MY DASH (such as this post here)

THIS POST IS NOT GIVING YOU IMPORTANT INFORMATION ON HOW TO PREVENT RAPE

THIS POST IS MADE UP FUCKING BULLSHIT BY SOME FUCKING GUY PEDDLING A SELF DEFENSE CLASS SPREAD BY A GODDAMN EMAIL FORWARD

YES. AN EMAIL FORWARD. THE SAME SHIT YOUR GRANDPARENTS SEND TO YOU TELLING YOU THAT CANOLA OIL IS ACTUALLY ACIDIC AND WILL GIVE YOU CANCER THAT CAN BE CURED BY DRINKING ORANGE JUICE FIVE TIMES A DAY. THAT KIND OF BULLSHIT.

ARE YOU TOO LAZY TO READ THIS SNOPES LINK? LET ME COPY PASTE THAT SHIT FOR YOU

This bit of codswallop began its Internet life in January 2000 as an enthusiastic e-mail penned by an employee at the St. Louis office of the public relations firm Weber Shandwick. The writer was among a group enrolled in a self-defense class taught by David Portnoy, an instructor who claims to have trained with actors Steven Seagal and Jean-Claude Van Damme. 

Portnoy refuses to give information about what he teaches in his classes or details of where he gained the information he passes along, preferring instead to sell it. (He demanded a $1,000 interview fee from a Denver Post reporter). If, however, this Weber Shandwick employee’s e-mail describing what he teaches is accurate, Portnoy should be characterized as a fear merchant vending false information to those anxious to feel safe. 

If rapists choose their victims based on hairstyle and length of tresses, it’s news to those in law enforcement; they’ve never noticed this trend. Rape victims have short hair, long hair, and no hair. They’re also young and old, short and tall, fat and skinny, femininely dressed or looking like they just fell off the tractor, and all points in between. 

Likewise, the claim that rapists go after women wearing overalls because “the straps can be easily cut” is pure hogwash, as anyone who has ever tried to cut up an old pair can attest. Overalls are made of some of the most resilient fabrics known to mankind (denim and canvas, usually), and cutting these straps is made almost impossible because the fabric is doubled over and seamed at that point in the garment. If there’s a pair of scissors that can snip through this, I’ve yet to wield 

them. 

Rape is also not always about getting sex quickly. Often it’s an act of rage or punishment directed at a vulnerable person for perceived injustices done to the attacker by others. Getting a woman out of her clothes quickly isn’t a factor in these rapes; terrorizing her and inflicting bodily harm is. 

If we take points one and two together, we’re to believe rapists arm themselves with scissors for cutting overall straps (instead of just easing them off the shoulders or — heaven forbid! — undoing the fasteners) yet fail to think to equip themselves with rolls of duct tape to keep their victims subdued, preferring instead to grab hold of their hair and hang on. 

According to Denver Police Sgt. John Burbach, most rapes occur in the evening hours and into early morning, ending before dawn, not “between 5 and 8:30 a.m.” as claimed in the e-mail. Statistics from the U.S. Department of Justice fully support him in this claim: The DOJ says “Approximately two-thirds of rapes/sexual assaults occurred at night — 6 p.m. to 6 a.m.” 

As for the tidbit “The number one place women are abducted from/attacked at is grocery store parking lots. Number two is office parking lots/garages. Number three is public restrooms,” Kathie Kramer, public relations coordinator at the Denver Rape Assistance and Awareness Program (RAAP) says, “Statistics in studies I’ve found don’t support this idea about grocery stores or parking lots being especially unsafe.” Location is important in a violent sexual assault, but there’s nothing inherently dangerous about parking lots or public restrooms; what matters is their isolation. Areas heavily frequented by foot traffic are far less likely to be chosen by a rapist. Likewise, badly-lit, less-frequented places will be favored for this type of attack. 

The e-mail claims that only 2% of rapists (one out of every fifty) carries a weapon. That figure is seriously out of whack: 1995 U.S. Department of Justice statistics show that weapons were used in 30% of all rapes, meaning the chances that your rapist will be armed is just a little less than one in three. Battling an armed attacker while unarmed yourself is rarely a wise course of action to take, and misstatements such as the 2% figure could well incite an attacked woman to thrust herself into that dynamic because she figures her chances are far better than they actually are. 

“If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.” That’s great advice, provided you get the right rapist. And you’ve no way of knowing until it’s too late. 

As comforting as it might be to believe there’s only one sort of baddie out there and if you understand his mind you can stay safe, that just isn’t the case. There is no one set of right answers, and e-mails of this ilk potentially put us at even greater risk by suggesting that there is. 

Around 1980, Nicholas Groth, director of Forensic Mental Health Associates, established a typology of rapists. Groth arrived at his conclusions by distilling his observations of more than 3,000 sex offenders over the course of 25 years of practice. (Most of his patients, Groth points out, were not sexually deprived at the time they committed rape, thereby exploding that most common of rape myths: that men rape because they’re unable to get sex any other way.) 

In a general sense, rapists fall into three motivational types: anger, power, and sadism. In anger assaults, the rapist is getting even for “some wrong he feels has been done to him, by life, by his victim at the time. He’s in a frame of rage and attacks someone sexually.” The anger rape is usually unpremeditated and impulsive, but the impulse drives the rapist into excessive force: the victim is punched, choked, and kicked into submission. Most such offenders derive little pleasure from the act, says Groth, but “they want to degrade their victims, and sex is something bad, dirty, the worst thing you could do to someone. That reflects a lot of our values in society.” 

An anger rapist could be discouraged by a potential victim who yells at him or puts up a physical struggle, thanks to the unpremeditated nature of the attack. Because the aggressor may not yet have fully decided to pursue this course of action, resistance may well change his mind. Here, even a half-hearted attempt might prove to be all it takes to end the assault. On the other hand, the rage the attacker is feeling might well be further fed by active resistance — this could be taken as yet another instance of one more person trying to deny him something he wants. 

Power rape, according to Groth, is a form of compensation, committed usually by men who feel unsure of their competence. Rape gives them a sense of mastery and control. Power rapists usually hunt for victims or seize opportunities that present themselves unbidden. A power rapist is unlikely to be discouraged by resistance because his whole self image is wrapped up in his attempt to prove mastery. A woman who chooses to fight one of these had better do a darned good job of it, because she could well end up fighting for her life. 

Groth defines his third type, sadistic rape, as eroticized aggression perpetrated by those whom the very act of forcible sex excites in ways that consensual sex can’t. “If the anger components of aggression are eroticized,” he explains, “then you see sadistic acts, such as deliberate sexual torture, using an instrument to rape the victim.” A sadistic rapist is interested in inflicting pain and lasting harm. Any countering aggression on the part of the victim could well add to the attacker’s enjoyment of the experience, prompting him to further acts of depravity in an effort to provoke further resistance. 

The question of to fight back or not is an age-old one, and there’s no one right answer. Granted, one particular rapist might be sent running bloody-nosed by a swift right hook, but try that on another one and a horrific experience could be transformed into a fatal one. Resistance advice of the type being circulated in the e-mail in question creates the false impression that escaping unscathed from the clutches of a rapist is only a matter of knowing which self-defense tricks to employ. Reality, however, is far different. Not all rapists can be overcome. 

Does this then mean self-defense classes are a waste of time? Hardly. But they’re also not the surefire protection they’re too often touted to be, any more than a can of mace confers upon its wielder guaranteed safe passage through whatever mean streets and dark alleys lie in her path. Also, physical skills are only as good as recent training — someone who hasn’t practiced a move in the three months since she took a course is only a tad better prepared to fend off an attacker than someone who never had any training at all. Worst of all, such training can lead those who have aced their courses to develop a dangerous complacency about their own safety, inducing them into a state of overconfidence wherein awareness of their surroundings becomes a lost art, buried under the certainty that now bad things can’t happen to them. 

Complacency kills. 

As always, the best defense to an attempted rape is not to be there when it happens — either avoid potentially dangerous situations (none of this “Oh, it’s only a few blocks; I’ll just walk” at 3 a.m.) or run like hell if you find yourself in one. Escaping your attacker is a far wiser course of action to strive for than attempting to do battle with him. Forget about his needing a good beating followed by a lengthy jail term; your first priority has to be your own safety. Leave the Wonder Woman stuff for Linda Carter and make like a track star vying for a gold medal in the 100m. 

The e-mail did contain one bit of valuable advice: Stay aware of your surroundings. Not only is it important to see trouble coming before it gets to you and avoid it, but an alert stance can help discourage a would-be attacker. Those looking to prey upon others — whether their aim is robbery, rape, or mayhem — generally choose as victims those who appear preoccupied or tentative in preference to those who exude a sense of purpose. Or, as I was told long ago, “Always look like you know exactly where you’re going and move like you’re expected to be there at exactly a certain time.” Mooning about aimlessly can make you a statistic. 

So, to sum up, is avoiding a rape a matter of wearing your hair short and eschewing overalls? Hardly. And anyone who attempts to characterize it as such ought to be whomped over someone’s knee. 

Read more at http://www.snopes.com/crime/prevent/rape.asp#6hTjPG6blGHFWmex.99

IF YOU CAN REBLOG THAT LONG ASS PIECE OF SHIT POST, THEN YOU CAN REBLOG THIS ONE CORRECTING IT.

REPEAT. THIS IS INFORMATION IS NOT TRUE AND COULD GET SOMEONE KILLED.

SPREAD THIS SHIT LIKE ‘WILDFIRE’. THANK YOU.

I LITERALLY CREATED A BLOG TO SPREAD THIS. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE.

every time I see that post go by my dash i want to scream. You’ll notice that the OPs usually delete it and I’m hoping it’s from getting called out, but like a fucking cancer this post STILL SPREADS

poppypicklesticks:

spookymichaelgclifford:

luwonderlands:

phyerfly:

when rape is the girls fault 

  • when she is the rapist 

when rape is the guys fault 

  • when he is the rapist 

Always reblog this

this is especially important with everyone dismissing Shia LaBeouf’s rape 

and defending Lena Dunham’s sexual abuse of her sister 

umhi-im-alexis:

ok so I know Cards Against Humanity is fun and exciting for everyone but please be aware that the creator of Cards Against Humanity is a rapist and it’s entirely up to you whether you continue to support the game but it’s important to be aware

also this is just my personal opinion but once you’ve played the game 20 times and seen every card it stops being funny tbh so it’s not really worth supporting anyway

(Source: umhi-im-goner)

bosxe:
“ perfectvic:
“ LITERALLY MY FAVORITE
”
This is so much better than any russian roulette or “poison cookie” analogy. ”

bosxe:

perfectvic:

LITERALLY MY FAVORITE

This is so much better than any russian roulette or “poison cookie” analogy.

(Source: monbebez)

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