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I’m 1 in 5. Please read this, and keep it in mind. Words hurt- you don’t have to actively work 24/7 to stop rape culture- but don’t perpetrate it and don’t allow others to.
I grew some balls today and posted this on my facebook.
Tickling is not synonymous with rape.
“Just get over it.” I fucking would if I could.
I would totally put my face 4 inches from her chest and scream, “I’M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW!” And I’d make a point never to take my eyes off her boobs until she got so uncomfortable and creeped out that she decided to leave, go back home, sit on her bed in the dark, and think about how completely stupid she was to write “STILL NOT ASKING FOR IT” while asking for it.
This woman’s a disgrace.
But she’s not asking for it. This is a human body, nothing more, nothing less. It’s not being sexualized, in fact, she’s covered her nipples too. I’m sorry, h-plus, that you feel that your body and the body of other women should be considered a disgrace. Do you feel uncomfortable when looking at pictures in the doctor’s office of a woman’s naked body? And do you, leftybegone, get uncontrollably horny at the same sight? Control your python (or garden snake), man, you’re not 12. Have some maturity over the matter. If you did that to that woman, leftybegone, you’d just be putting a bad face on us guys, making us seem like sex-crazed, immature horndogs. Maybe you are one, but I’m tired people making that assumption of us as a gender. It’s disgraceful. She wouldn’t think it was stupid of her to do that if you did. You’d just make her movement more powerful.
Rape (noun):the crime of forcing another person to submit to sex acts, especially sexual intercourse.
Men aren’t primal fucking animals. They’re humans that are completely capable of resisting their urges. I bet you (leftybegone) are a kid with some serious hormones since you, obviously, can’t control yourself.
“She was asking for it”. Really? Can you really blame an individual for someone else’s lack of control? The mere fact that a woman is more likely to be assaulted if she wears certain types of clothing does not make it right. She could walk around naked and that still doesn’t excuse rape. The solution to the problem is not for women to “dress less slutty” but for men to realize that a woman’s choice of dress is not an open invitation to sexual assault.
Snap Snap Snap Snap Snap
Snap Snap Snap Snap Snap
but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you
We (men) are not fucking sharks!
We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct
We are capapble of rational thinking and understanding.
Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it.
Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.
Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them.
You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed.
What is so fucking difficult about this concept?
Reblogging for bolded commentary.
This article could not disgust me more. Is this really what society has come to at some colleges?
Really? You’re going to post this as a reply to my post? To a post about how sexual assault has ruined my life? I’m sorry, but that’s a little insensitive. I’m hurting enough as it is.
I’m afraid that the boy I’m hooking up with will finally give up because I’m stuck…I have boundaries. Boy parts..yes, I called them boy parts…terrify me. I’m not just nervous. I’m terrified. Flashback-trigger-stuck-in-my-tracks terrified of them. I’m afraid he’ll grow tired of me because I won’t have sex with him…or other things similar.
I like him. I like hanging out with him. It’s hard though…to tell someone why you can’t do specific things…because otherwise they think you just don’t want to just cause….I don’t know….and it’s hard to know when that time is appropriate.
I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m such baggage sometimes….I knew it’s just a part of me, but it’s still frustrating as hell.