prismatic-bell:

ineloquent-tumbling:

laurlaurthechallenger:

I’m tired of seeing debate on this.  Prostitutes and sex workers of other kinds sell a service.  If you purchase that service, you are a customer.  If you, without consent, abuse their rights as a human, that is not tantamount to theft.  It’s a human rights abuse.  If you punch a boxer, you aren’t stealing their time as a professional to see their reaction.  You are assaulting them, and the law will recognize this and punish you accordingly.  Rape of prostitutes, however, is a much more serious and common abuse, and it is significantly less punished by law enforcement and societally regarded as a non-issue.  I’m a martial artist.  Compared to the average person, I am much more mentally prepared for the possibility of a physical attack.  It is the milieu I immerse myself in.  That doesn’t mean I want to be attacked, or that it would be ok to attack me, and no one would ever make that logical leap.  Prostitutes, while also more mentally prepared for the very real possibility they may be raped, are no more deserving of rape than I am of being assaulted.  A non-consensual assault against a person, regardless of profession or mental preparation for attack, is clearly still a human rights abuse and the equivalent of assault, not theft. Stop debating this shit.

You. I like you.

Fuckin’ go, Martial Arts Lady. We need more of you.

ellosteph:

youtubenutcase:

Never have a ever… with a twist.

Whoever made my video into a gif set, thank you

tsunime:

thoughtsofablackgirl:

Victims of sexual assault expect privacy. But 16-year-old Jada was violated all over again once explicit images from her rape surfaced on Twitter. So Jada decided to take her story public.

“There’s no point in hiding,” the Houston teen tells KHOU. “Everybody has already seen my face and my body, but that’s not what I am and who I am.”

I’m sharing this because certain people on twitter  NEEDS TO BE STOP! Specially the ignorant side of black twitter! Every time something bad happen to a young black women or black girl twitter is quickly to explode it into something bigger! And Jada story is one of them! She’s a 16 yearls high school student she could be your sister,cousin, neighbor, or classmate! This tragic thing happened to her and these ignorant people on twitter looking for followers exploit this to point where the disgusting hashtag was created #jadapose. People tweeting pictures of themselves in the pose in which Jada was found! What I find even worse about this its that a lot of the people doing these poses are young black men and women. Something like this happen to someone who could possibly be your sister and instead of asking for justice you rather create a new meme? And some of them even argue “oh how do you know she got rape?” Does it matter? a picture of an underage girl laying on the floor looking like she’s passed out is not something be laughed at EVER! Like ‏@_kimberrrly said  ”A rape victim’s trauma is not grounds for a new internet meme. Pls do not partake in such ignorance. Report #jadapose pictures.”

I’m happy and proud of Jada for speaking and not letting this disgusting thing becoming any bigger

Which brings me to what I’m trying to ask or say here when will sexual assault towards black girls and young black women will be taking serious by young black people?

THIS FUCKING DISGUSTING AND IT HAS TO STOP.

wisekelp:

Repost this anywhere

thatcadetguy:

looksomewhereelse:

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I made a baby smile. I was wearing this outfit today when I threw my head back and laughed, when I sang in the car with my family, when I filled it with yummy food to keep it healthy.

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I overheard a woman telling her young daughter who was pointing and laughing that I would get what’s coming to me. I was wearing this outfit today when a woman told a man that it was the wrong kind of attention and that I was asking for someone to get me. I was wearing this outfit today when the same man stared at my body longingly and then agreed with the woman that I was asking for an attack.

I was not wearing this outfit when I was raped. I was wearing a size XXL hoodie and a pair of my mom’s sweatpants, much to the shock of the friend I told after, who asked what she’d been taught to ask: “What were you wearing?”. I feel so terrible for the little girl whose mother was teaching her at the grocery store that she deserved to be assaulted if she dressed comfortably for the weather, which was climbing above 80 degrees, or for an injury, which called for a brace and a boot that doesn’t allow room for long pants, or for her body, because it’s hers and she can put on it what she damn well pleases. I feel terrible for the man who will look me up and down as though I was a 5 for $20 steak deal he might purchase and will immediately after speak to a presumable stranger about the violent fate I deserved. I feel terrible for the woman with fabulous hair who feels she can express herself but refuses to let me do the same.

Summer is coming up. It’s hot outside. I have an injured ankle, and a tight boot and brace to wear on one leg. I will not dress uncomfortably to protect complete strangers who are so offended by an expanse of skin that they console themselves by predicting my next rape.

Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of excused rape. Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of insecurity, inherent shame, and body image distortion which can cause an innumerable amount of incredibly dark issues nearly impossible to overcome.

My body is mine, and I love it. It is the house I live in, with which I will someday create a family, with which I run and dance and hold the strong lungs I use to sing. I refuse to be ashamed of it for any reason, especially the reason being that this culture which glorifies sex and punishes those who have it, which encourages being sexy and then preaches that sexy girls ask for attack, has taught its people that my stomach is a sin.

Please think twice this summer before you choose to say anything at all to or about anyone who wears something they choose to wear. Please think twice before you say that a girl deserves to be raped for wearing shorts. Please try and catch yourself when you think things like that. Please be courteous and gentle and loving, and spend your effort tackling real problems. My stomach and legs are not a real problem.

the-fly-on-fire:

hi-ghdaze:

splintercellconviction:

wingedpanther:

Matthew Barnett admitted to raping a 14-year-old girl.

Matthew Barnett admitted to raping a 14-year-old girl.

Matthew Barnett admitted to raping a 14-year-old girl.

He admitted to it. On fucking camera. He and another boy recorded the rape and that of a 13-year-old girl.

Why aren’t they in prison for sexual exploitation of a minor and production/possession of child pornography?

Oh, right, because they’re popular football players and Matthew Barnett is related to a politician! Therefore, nothing they can do is wrong or bad and they should never face punishment and should instead be rewarded for raping young teenage girls and filming their assaults.

I just looked this up; it gets worse.

raise awareness to this shit and change something about it. 

#justice4daisy

albinwonderland:

ediebrit:

oh my fucking god

huge fucking trigger warning but oh my god

chainsandshipsexciteme:

ultrafacts:

More facts on the Ultrafacts Blog

can we reinstate cry rooms but for like people who are having too many feels?

weavingbaskets:

send-a-smile:

“The Rape Poem to End All Rape Poems.”

One of the best pieces of group spoken word poetry I’ve ever seen. WATCH IT. 

chills

lolrenaynay:

Get the fuck off my blog. And while you’re at it, share this opinion with your friends so they know just how big of an asshole you are.

I don’t care if a person is passed out completely naked in the streets, there is absolutely NO EXCUSE for a person to be RAPED.

EVER.

How fucking dare you.

Anyone who has been consuming alcohol has had a case of “having too much.” It happens to the best of us. Hell, it’s happened to me on several occasions. That doesn’t make me irresponsible. That doesn’t mean I should be subjected to being RAPED.

Why don’t you want to blame the sick fuck who saw an unconscious person and decided to have sex with them, without them knowing? Why doesn’t that absolutely disgust you? Wouldn’t you want to be awake if someone was fucking you? Wouldn’t you want to be 100% cognitive and aware of your situation?

You are encouraging rape and you’re encouraging rape culture, so congratulations on being an absolutely terrible excuse for a human being.

Stop blaming and shaming the victim.

Stop justifying rape.

Stop being such a shit person.

lolrenaynay:

Get the fuck off my blog. And while you’re at it, share this opinion with your friends so they know just how big of an asshole you are.

I don’t care if a person is passed out completely naked in the streets, there is absolutely NO EXCUSE for a person to be RAPED.

EVER.

How fucking dare you.

Anyone who has been consuming alcohol has had a case of “having too much.” It happens to the best of us. Hell, it’s happened to me on several occasions. That doesn’t make me irresponsible. That doesn’t mean I should be subjected to being RAPED.

Why don’t you want to blame the sick fuck who saw an unconscious person and decided to have sex with them, without them knowing? Why doesn’t that absolutely disgust you? Wouldn’t you want to be awake if someone was fucking you? Wouldn’t you want to be 100% cognitive and aware of your situation?

You are encouraging rape and you’re encouraging rape culture, so congratulations on being an absolutely terrible excuse for a human being.

Stop blaming and shaming the victim.

Stop justifying rape.

Stop being such a shit person.

This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke”

(via backshelfpoet)