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Three men have reportedly been arrested after a brutal crime committed against a woman who beat them in a hip hop rap battle at a house party.
Joey Betrail Garron, 28, Robert Carl Johnson, 23, and Ketorie Glover, 23 all of Columbus, Georgia could not handle losing to a woman in a hip hop rap battle, so they allegedly raped, beat, shot and doused the woman with gasoline setting her on fire before leaving her for dead.
Columbus police reportedly responded to a vacant parking lot where a person was screaming out for help. They found a woman suffering from several gunshot wounds in the vacant lot.
The woman had allegedly engaged in a hip hop rap battle contest outside of a house party on Garden Drive where she was pitted against the alleged men opponents who she apparently defeated and set off anguish.
Apparently the rap battle got heated when one man drew a weapon – a handgun – and forced the 36 year-old victim into her own vehicle as two other men joined.
The woman was taken to the vacant lot where she was found by police at 988 Farr Road, the place where she was allegedly sexually assaulted by all three men, doused with gasoline, set on fire, shot several times and left for dead.
Fortunately, the woman survived her ordeal after being treated for injuries at a local hospital.
The three men have all been arrested and face felony charges of kidnapping, rape, aggravated assault, aggravated sexual battery, aggravated sodomy, arson in the first degree, possession of a firearm, among other charges.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Wtf????? She got more talent then yalls sorry ass and Yall fucking bitch ass can’t handle she’s got it???
The male ego is so dangerously fragile
See, what you need to understand is that “Not all guys are like that” is never going to work. Because you’re answering an entirely different conversation than what women are actually saying.
You think women are saying “Every man is a predator and a danger to me.” And you’re replying, “But I’m not like that.”
But women aren’t saying that. They’re saying “There are too many situations where women have to worry about their safety,” and you’re saying “That’s not important.” They’re saying “Women are constantly told it’s their fault if something bad happens,” and you’re saying “Don’t worry about it.” They’re saying “Too often, women find their trust violated by men,” and you’re saying “But you should trust me!”
They’re saying “So many men have decided that what they want is more important than anything about a woman.” And you’re replying “I’m exactly like that.”
I read something the other day that really hit this home. When you say “some guys are predatory and hurt women” it gives a loophole for dudes who ARE predatory to wiggle out and it makes it seem like men who do these harmful things to women are few and far between. The men who point out that not all men are like that are looking for their loophole because they ARE like that.
But the reality is that most men are predatory or treat women like shit. We should be saying “some” when we talk about the men who DON’T hurt or disrespect women because those men? THEY are the ones that are few and far between and THEY don’t need a linguistic loophole to absolve their responsibility to treat women like people.
The truth is, there is a lot of abuse that doesn’t even ping most men as abuse. I am sure there are men who have raped or sexually abused unconscious/drunk women and/or guilt-tripped their girlfriends into sexual situations they didn’t want to be in and/or catcalled and scared a woman in the street at night with his buddies and they would still call themselves ‘nice guys’. Because rape culture normalizes this behavior, and they really have no self-awareness of their abusiveness and misogyny.
It’s like when you ask male college students if they’ve ever ‘raped’ anyone, most will adamantly answer to the negative. But if you change the language enough, take out the word ‘rape’ and replace it, asking if they have ever “had sexual intercourse with someone, even though they did not want to, because they were too intoxicated (on alcohol or drugs) to resist your sexual advances” Many of those same men will say yes. Many of these men still likely think of themselves as ‘nice guys’ because they have never like, physically attacked a stranger in an alley and raped her violently.
It reminds me of okcniceguys, which catologues all the self-proclaimed ‘nice guys’ on okcupid who have the most misogynistic shit in their profiles, some of which is blatantly fucking NOT NICE like answering ‘YES’ to the question Do you feel there are circumstances in which a person is obligated to have sex with you?
Hint: If you answered yes to this, you are not a nice person.
I was called a Fat Bitch today. So instead of my usual “sushi rants” text post, I made a video post about it. Because fuck any man who thinks this is okay, that this is acceptable. Fuck this. Fuck that. I’m so furious I’m in TEARS.
EDIT: I am more than okay with this being reblogged since it’s fucking important, dammit. It’s not a fandom rant. It’s a rant about how society trains women to be resizeable fucktoys for men and if they dare step outside that line of “PERFECT PHOTOSHOP MODEL” then they’re “fat bitches” that men can’t fantasize about and it’s not okay. It is NOT okay.
Aww, you poor little baby, you’re furious that not everybody finds you attractive. I’ve been told that I’m “an ugly chink” or “your legs are too thin” and shit like that, but who fucking cares? Really? Can’t you just act mature and just walk away from it? And why are you assuming that “fat” is an insult?
Oh boy, okay, let’s do this.
Does it make you happy when people burst into your life unsolicited and reduce you to your race and physicality? Make you feel good? Give you warm feelings for them?
You are telling tumblr user Sushinfood, and by extension women in fucking general, to be silent when they are belittled, insulted, and torn down for an individual’s perception of their body.
And let me explain a thing about the connotations of the word ‘fat’ from a societal perspective. See, there’s this study in language called Semiotics, and what that means is the dissemination of meaning in words, because words have two layers of meaning - denotative and connotative. Denotation never changes, but connotation is heavily societal in nature.
‘Fat’, then. The denotation, in and of itself, is already negative. ‘Fat’ as an adjective, as used in the phrase ‘fat bitch’ refers to an excess of the noun fat. Too much of it. More than is acceptable.
Connotatively speaking, it’s even worse.
We exist in a society where thigh gaps, prominent collarbones and visible ribs are held, not as acceptable, not as okay, not as nice, not even as a goal, but as the standard for beauty. It’s in television, it’s in movies, it’s in literature, it’s on every billboard and on the cover of every magazine. It’s frozen improbably in the windows of the shops where we get our clothes. It teeters down runways and it sticks fingers down its throat to achieve.
She’s assuming that ‘fat’ is an insult because here, now, in the world in which we dwell, it almost exclusively is.
You do not have, nor should you ever have been lead to believe you have, the right to tell a woman she should just ‘walk away’ from such a negligently tossed reduction of her self-esteem to whether or not she’s fuckable by anyone’s standards.
‘i get insulted too so what you go through doesnt matter’
she’s not furious that not everybody finds her attractive, she’s furious that people think it is okay to yell insults at strangers, and anyone. did this person even watch the video?
When you are hurting, there will always be people who find a way to make it about themselves. If you break your wrist, they’ll complain about a sprained ankle. If you are sad, they’re sadder. If you’re asking for help, they’ll demand more attention.
Here is a fact: I was in a hospital and sobbing into my palms when a woman approached me and asked why I was making so much noise and I managed to stutter that my best friend shot himself in the head and now he was 100% certified dead and she made this little grunt and had the nerve to tell me, “Well now you made me sad.”
When you get angry, there are going to be people who ask you to shut up and sit down, and they’re not going to do it nicely. Theirs are the faces that turn bright red before you have a chance to finish your sentence. They won’t ask you to explain yourself. They’ll be mad that you’re mad and that will be their whole reason alone.
Here is a fact: I was in an alleyway a few weeks ago, stroking my friend’s back as she vomited fourteen tequila shots. “I hate men,” she wheezed as her sides heaved, “I hate all of them.”
I braided her hair so it wouldn’t get caught in the mess. I didn’t correct her and reply that she does in fact love her father and her little brother too, that there are strangers she has yet to meet that will be better for her than any of her shitty ex-boyfriends, that half of our group of friends identifies as male - I could hear each of her bruises in those words and I didn’t ask her to soften the blow when she was trying to buff them out of her skin. She doesn’t hate all men. She never did.
She had the misfortune to be overheard by a drunk guy in an ill-fitting suit, a boy trying to look like a man and leering down my dress as he stormed towards us. “Fuck you, lady,” he said, “Fuck you. Not all men are evil, you know.”
“Thanks,” I told him dryly, pulling on her hand, trying to get her inside again, “See you.”
He followed us. Wouldn’t stop shouting. How dare she get mad. How dare she was hurting. “It’s hard for me too!” he yowled after us. “With fuckers like you, how’s a guy supposed to live?”
Here’s a fact: my father is Cuban and my genes repeat his. Once one of my teachers looked at my heritage and said, “Your skin doesn’t look dirty enough to be a Mexican.”
When my cheeks grew pink and my tongue dried up, someone else in the classroom stood up. “You can’t say that,” he said, “That’s fucking racist. We could report you for that.”
Our teacher turned vicious. “You wanna fail this class? Go ahead. Report me. I was joking. It’s my word against yours. I hate kids like you. You think you’ve got all the power - you don’t. I do.”
Later that kid and I became close friends and we skipped class to do anything else and the two of us were lying on our backs staring up at the sky and as we talked about that moment, he sighed, “I hate white people.” His girlfriend is white and so is his mom. I reached out until my fingers were resting in the warmth of his palm.
He spoke up each time our teacher said something shitty. He failed the class. I stayed silent. I got the A but I wish that I didn’t.
Here is a fact: I think gender is a social construct and people that want to tell others what defines it just haven’t done their homework. I personally happen to have the luck of the draw and am the same gender as my sex, which basically just means society leaves me alone about this one particular thing.
Until I met Alex, who said he hated cis people. My throat closed up. I’m not good at confrontation. I avoided him because I didn’t want to bother him.
One day I was going on a walk and I found him behind our school, bleeding out of the side of his mouth. The only thing I really know is how to patch people up. He winced when the antibacterial cream went across his new wounds. “I hate cis people,” he said weakly.
I looked at him and pushed his hair back from his head. “I understand why you do.”
Here is a fact: anger is a secondary emotion. Anger is how people stop themselves from hurting. Anger is how people stop themselves by empathizing.
It is easy for the drunken man to be mad at my friend. If he says “Hey, fuck you, lady,” he doesn’t have to worry about what’s so wrong about men.
It’s easy for my teacher to fail the kids who speak up. If we’re just smart-ass students, it’s not his fault we fuck up.
It’s easy for me to hate Alex for labeling me as dangerous when I’ve never hurt someone a day in my life. But I’m safe in my skin and his life is at risk just by going to the bathroom. I understand why he says things like that. I finally do.
There’s a difference between the spread of hatred and the frustration of people who are hurting. The thing is, when you are broken, there will always be someone who says “I’m worse, stop talking.” There will always be people who are mad you’re trying to steal the attention. There will always be people who get mad at the same time as you do - they hate being challenged. It changes the rules.
I say I hate all Mondays but my sister was born on one and she’s the greatest joy I have ever known. I say I hate brown but it’s really just the word and how it turns your mouth down - the colour is my hair and my eyes and my favorite sweater. I say I hate pineapple but I still try it again every Easter, just to see if it stings less this year. It’s okay to be sad when you hear someone generalize a group you’re in. But instead of assuming they’re evil and filled with hatred, maybe ask them why they think that way - who knows, you might just end up with a new and kind friend.
"Artist credit: ‘Sexism in the My Little Pony Fandom’: An Essay on Inequality’ is a study into sexism within the “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic” fa…This is something that needs to be seen. It’s eye-opening, not to the fact of sexism in the fandom, but to the totality of it. Realizing not just that sexism in this fandom is as bad as it is in the world as a whole, but that it might actually be worse. How, from an outsider perspective, this might really look like a disgustingly exclusive group. I think it’s something I, and all of us, need to be mindful of and speaking out against, because it’s a huge problem and, as this article indicates, very totalizing.
Just last week I happened to be awake at 3 am and heard “go away, stop it” from outside my apartment window. Of course I was worried and wound up going outside with my cell phone and my pocket knife (the cell phone so I could pretend I was on it). I found a woman across the street, 18-20, somewhat drunk and trying to pull away from a guy claiming to be her boyfriend. After walking to the end of the block and back I sucked it up and stopped right next to them and asked her if she was okay. No. I asked if she knew him. Yes. I asked if he was her boyfriend. No. I asked if she wanted to go with him. No. I told her she could come with me. He wouldn’t let go of her arm and kept talking to her with the platitudes women are familiar with - come on baby, I’ll take you home, just hang out with me, we were having such a good time - and eventually he gave in after seeing I had my finger on the dial button, but he was vibrating on the spot and he was pissed. Then he kept talking to me with all the insults women are familiar with - bitch, cunt, stupid fucking slut, etcetera forever. And of course he went after her for “leading him on.” I got her in a cab from my front door and went so far as to make sure I didn’t turn on any lights when I went inside so he wouldn’t know that my apartment was on the basement level facing the street where he was standing.
But this isn’t a problem or anything.
A few months ago I was working late shifts at work and getting off at 3 am. I only live a few blocks from there, so I was walking home. This was when there was a series of attacks against women in my neighbourhood. Not rapes, but escalating attempts to harm women, involving choking. So yes, I was on red alert. A group of five men from the bars saw me walking home. They started calling out to me - again, with all the lines women are used to (that, by the way guys, are not in the least bit attractive) - hey baby, where you goin, come on just stay and chat, a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be going home alone, where do you live. I ignored them and walked faster, and they sped up to keep up with me. Five men in their 20s. Following me home, drunk, and getting progressively angrier that I wouldn’t talk to them. “Why the fuck you being so rude? We just want to talk, quit being such a frigid bitch.” *guffaw guffaw* “Baby come on slow down, have some coffee with us.” I walked even faster, still not talking to them. I have foot and knee injuries, so this was getting really painful and I couldn’t have broken into a run if I’d tried. They thought this whole thing was quite hilarious and quite rude of me, never mind that I’m the one being followed home by drunk strangers. I finally looped a block and backtracked to the main road, which is really well-lit, and plopped myself dead centre in the middle of the ambulance-police combo that is in front of one of the bars every Saturday night without fail.
But street harassment isn’t a problem or anything.
Walking down a bright road in daylight, men lean out of car windows and honk and cheer at me and my friends. This has been happening since I was 14. Many of them are stuck at the same light we are, so we spend a good two minutes listening to them ask us to flash them. “Just show us your titties, we’ll give you each $5!”
Going to a bar and getting my ass groped at the bar as a precursor to offering to buy me a drink. I don’t know if men think this is a demonstration of their sexual abilities, or what, but it happens all the time.
Walking home from Walmart at 10pm and having a guy walk by me say “nice titties” thinking I can’t hear him because I have headphones in. Worst of all, spinning in anger and having to keep my mouth shut, because it could get a lot worse really fast.
Being “accidentally” groped on buses and trains frequently (they say they’re stumbling and that’s where their hands end up, but come on: I’m on the same vehicle, there was no jolt, and even if their was my hands don’t wind up on them), and not being able to complain without everybody thinking you’re crazy.
Dancing at a bar and having a guy slide his hand down the front of my pants. And then getting thrown out for elbowing him and shoving him away from me.
Getting told to smile by strangers (always men), and being told to cheer up, like I owe them a certain mood.
Having a guy you slept with once sit outside your house for seven hours, and then try to follow you inside while you pretend not to notice his car, and then disregard your requests through the intercom to leave you alone. And then, when you finally call the police, having the policeman call you back to say “He’s leaving, but he sounded sincerely sorry. You shouldn’t be so hard on him, he sounds like a nice guy.” Yeah, give him your home address then.
Having male customers look you up and down like you’re on the menu, and not being able to slap the customer who grabs your ass while you’re cleaning tables because you’ll be fired.
Finding out your sister’s employer felt comfortable uttering threats to punch her in the face for accusing him of being unfair, and her not feeling like she could tell anybody.
Having my male boss feel like he can touch me, rub my shoulders, call me honey and sweetheart and baby, and him being right, he can do those things, because everybody calls you oversensitive if you complain about those things.
Being followed home numerous times, both on foot and by car, being forced to talk to the guy who sits next to you on the bus for 45 minutes straight, and since I couldn’t think of a non-threatening way not to give him my phone number, I did so that I could get away. It took him a year and a half to stop calling me. Being told I’m paranoid for carrying any kind of protection, and stupid for not protecting myself, I’m a misandrist for assuming the worst of strange men, and stupid for having a conversation, I’m rude for asking men to leave me alone, and stupid and weak for not being more direct and assertive. Being told to go out and have fun more, stop being so uptight, and having that thrown in my face when something happens, because if I had some morals and didn’t advertise myself as, I don’t know, being alive or something, nothing would have happened. Being told to give him a chance and then being told to stop leading him on. Having to know all of the escape routes on my way home, and sending staff to the dumpsters in pairs. Having it be a fucking brave thing to do to stand next to a girl so she can walk away from the guy trying to bully her into going home with him.
And then having to listen to people say, “You’re exaggerating. Men aren’t like that, quit trying to see the worst in people. Men get harassed too, just ignore them and walk away. It’s the same thing.” Listening to people just step right over the fact that if woman deems a guy creepy, she’s told she’s being too critical and she needs to lower her standards, but if a man deems a woman possessive, controlling, demanding, jealous, bitchy, clingy, psycho, on her period, whiny, or outright dangerous he’s commended on his standards and congratulated on a bullet deftly dodged.
How many women does it take to bring these things to light before people stop thinking we’re crazy, over-critical bitches?
Amen. This is perfect.
At Comic Con today, I went as Black Cat. This is a shitty picture and there will be better ones of my whole costume coming up but I just want to say something.
Black Cat’s costume has a fair amount of cleavage (conservative compared to many other female comic characters but a good amount as far as what I’ve ever shown). I guess I was not surprised to have a couple men ask to pose with me and then do some doofy “WHOA LOOK AT THOSE KNOCKERS” poses. I just make a really ugly face when I see they’re doing it. One guy with the social graces of a lemur said to me “I was this close to wearing that same outfit. My breasts are large and supple and I think it would have been nice.” Nope. Stop talking.
But aside from guys being doofy and awkward (but clearly not foul-intentioned), I did have my first truly skeezy experience at Comic Con today.
And my first truly empowering moment as well.
This group of men from some kind of Stan Lee fan club blah blah internet video channel blah blah asked to interview with them on camera about Comic Con. I said well okay, sure. Camera is rolling. The “host” is a middle aged, rotund dude. It’s an all-male crew and lots of people (mostly guys) were beginning to crowd around. The following is the interview as burned in my mind. Keep in mind that I expected this to be about Comic Con in general.
- Him: I’m here with…
- Me: Mandy, aka Felicia Hardy aka Black Cat
- Him: ..And she is HOT. Do you think I’m hot enough to pull that off?
- Me: Uh, I’m not sure, I’ve never seen you in drag.
- Him: I’ve got a great ass. Go on, spank me.
- Me: (look at his large ass, popped up mere inches away from me then look into the camera like are you kidding me . No thanks. I may hurt you, I’m a lot stronger than I look.
- Him: Aw come on!
- Me: No, seriously. Stop.
- Him: Damn, alright! Well let me ask you an important question then…what is your cup size?
- Me: (big talk show smile) That is actually none of your fucking business.
- Him: Oh! I think that means to say she’s a C.
- Me: I actually have no breasts at all, what you see is just all of the fat from my midsection pulled up to my chest and carefully held in place with this corset. It’s really uncomfortable, I don’t know why I do it.
- Him: (to the male crowd) Aw, come on what do you guys think? C cup?
- —a few males start to shout out cup sizes as I stand there looking at this guy like this has to be a fucking joke, then look at the crowd and see that no amount of witty banter or fiestiness will stop making this whole thing fucking dumb. It was clearly a ploy to single out cosplaying women to get them to talk sexual innuendos and flirt with this asshole and let him talk down to them simply because they were in costume and were attractive. Whether I’m in a skintight catsuit or not, I’m a fucking professional in everything I do and I don’t need to play nice for this idiot.
- Me: This is not an interview, this is degrading. I’m done. (I walk away)
- Him: (clearly dumbfounded and surprised) ..Come on, it’s all in good fun!
- Me: Being degraded is fun? That was unprofessional and I hope that isn’t your day job because you can’t interview for shit, my man.
And the entire crew and the crowd were SILENT. NOTHING. SHOCK, HONEY. It felt like I was in a heated fog, full of rage and pride and I sashayed away feeling like the most badass motherfucker in the whole damn room, but kind of also on the verge of tears. A slow build of applause would have been appropriate, but from the looks on people’s faces, they were just completely not expecting me to do what I just did- which was really nothing more than speaking up for myself. It wasn’t something one should feel brave for doing but crazy for not doing when necessary.
It’s because many people at these cons expect women cosplaying as vixens (or even just wearing particularly flattering costumes) to be open/ welcoming to crude male commentary and lecherous ogling, like our presence comes with subtitles that say “I represent your fantasy thus you may treat me like a fantasy and not a human in a costume”. And maybe that will always be how the majority of people see us. But that does not mean we have to put up with shit that crosses the line, it does not mean we owe them a fantasy, it does not mean we dress up to have guys drooling over us and letting us know that we turn them on. It is not all about your dicks, gentlemen. So I encourage cosplaying women everywhere to be blunt and vocal with their rights, their personal boundaries, and their comfort level at conventions. I actually encourage girls to be brashly shameless about these things, to not be afraid to speak up if you feel uncomfortable and to let the person doing it know that they are crossing the line. Don’t keep quiet because you’re scared of what they might say or think- because if you say nothing they will continue to see what they’re doing as OK.
My fandom follows are getting better XD
The Michigan Women’s Justice & Clemency Project
We’ve seen this particular claim made a number of times now. It’s the worst kind of claim because it’s technically true, yet utterly misleading. In short, it’s bad statistics (much like what happens with the wage gap) where it’s presumed that the actions being taken by each party are equal and that there aren’t gender differentials.
As far as we can tell, the difference is that while both men and women do kill their partners, when they do it’s for notably different reasons and in notably different ways. When men kill their wives it’s normally what’s termed a “crime of passion” motivated by anger or rage. This normally leads to a charge of second-degree murder, because the crime lacks the premeditation element that characterizes first-degree murder. Women who kill their husbands, on the other hand, are more likely to exercise premeditation, which leads to the much more severe charge of first-degree murder. Even in cases where the charges don’t differ the circumstances often still do in a similar way, just to a lesser degree.
Basically, we as a society acknowledge that there’s a difference between someone who comes home, finds their partner in bed with someone else and clocks them with a lamp and someone who decides to kill their partner, goes out, buys a gun, walks up to them while they’re sleeping and empties a magazine into their head. Men’s actions are more likely to look like the former, women’s the latter, and we as a society consider the latter to be far more severe.
Ironically, the two cases cited are utterly perfect examples. Kenneth Peacock was sentenced to 18 months in jail after he came home unexpectedly, found his wife in bed with another man and shot her. Patricia Ann Hawkins, on the other hand, was sentenced to 36 24 (see below) months in jail, for….soaking her sleeping husband with lighter fluid and then setting him on fire. Anyone with a brain can see a considerable difference.
It’s actually worse than that, though. Peacock was actually sentenced to 36 months himself, 18 of which were suspended. Of course, the page neglects to mention that part. Secondly, Hawkins was not sentenced to 36 months, but rather to 24 months, only six months longer than Peacock. It appears that “The Michigan Women’s Justice & Clemency Project” is not competent enough to do a basic Google search, with which they would have realized that the 36 month figure originated as an editorial error in the Baltimore Sun. They posted a retraction the next day.
Hawkins was originally charged with (surprise, surprise) first-degree murder (to which she responded with the a plea of “not guilty by reason of insanity”), but the case was resolved with a plea bargain in which she plead guilty to both manslaughter and arson. In review: Hawkins was charged with a more severe crime as a result of premeditation, and committed two crimes (murder/manslaughter and arson) instead of one.
When we divide things back down into the categories of murder (first-degree, second-degree, sometimes third degree, and manslaughter even though it’s not technically murder), that “gap” disappears.
(via permutationofninjas)
operationinfuriatedpunishment:
The swinging pendulum of sexism arrives! Ladies, Men can get raped too. Remember that.
yes
(but seriously I don’t know how that’s possible, unless I’m waking up and need to piss)
Catch me around naptime I’ve always got a big boner. Not sure why but girls b nockin on the door “hay leme put it in my mouf!” and im like ‘no haha’ and shut teh dor.
teh.
TEH.
Actually, I’ve heard strangulation can cause an unwilling boner pretty easily.
I’d say it’s easier to remember that men can be raped by other men, but that’s supposed to be pretty kawaii these days.
Just to put some perspective in this for those people who may be confused at how a guy can get a boner but not really be sexually charged, so to speak…
Ladies, you know how your nipples get hard for seemingly no reason (sans stepping into a cold room anyway)? You go to put on a shirt and your nipples are poking out like they haven’t seen daylight in over 40 years? Or you brush them up against something and BAMMO, nipple town? Or someone slaps you in the tits and they’re standing full mister?You get where I’m going with this? Your sexual organs are built to respond to stimulus, be it one you personally find sexually gratifying or not. Saying a dude who gets a boner while he’s otherwise not consenting to sex is lying about the fact would be like saying any girl who gets wet while getting raped is actually enjoying it/wants it.
so… you know… dont be stupid about this people. guys can get raped too and girls can most definitely be the fuckin perps.
See the comments at the top of this are the ones that make me so angry >.< It’s hormones, it’s body, it’s physical. Forcing a girl off is molestation, so getting a guy hard against his will is molestation too.
When I saw this on my dash there were some more horrific comments from people I now no longer follow. Also, adrenaline can cause sudden arousal so if a man is fighting off a woman his body could respond.
for me as a european, it’s unbelievable. seriously.
to watch later.
this is why racism is not a fucking joke, if you dont understand what Natives deal with, why we’re angry, watch this and you will understand
I can’t stop crying.
So much love to Megan Bertasson for her bravery in sharing her stories.
Canada does not give a shit.
It really doesn’t. Our dehumanization, especially that of Native women, is total.
and I’m sorry, but to the “as a European” person: if this is unbelievable, your blinders must be something else. Fuckin believe it, and remember that the vast edifices of Europe were bought and paid for with the blood and suffering of billions.
I have nothing else to say. I cried. I’m pissed.
because no one gives a shit.
ayhay wapi-maskwa iskwewThis is native and you should all watch it.
i’ve posted this once, and i’m posting it again. everyone should watch this. it’s important.
Liv just shot me a text from the bus on her way to work. She saw a man on the bus with his baby daughter get interrogated by a woman who suspected him of being a pedophile. Ill post the texts Liv sent me
Basically he got on the bus downtown and first of all no one got up to fix the bus seat then the bitch across the aisle moved over at first I thought they were a couple until he started laughing.
I turned my music down to listen and she was asking him to see some sort of proof that it was his kid and he started freaking out asking who the fuck she was to ask that and he showed her a picture on his phone that I assume was a picture of him with the baby or something.
Then she started being like, “well where is her mother?” “It’s weird to see a dad with a little girl like this.” She’s only a year and a half old at best, “where’s her mom?” And the guy got up, took the breaks off the stroller and pulled the cord and was like, “for your information her mom’s a crack whore living on the street. I’m all she has. I’m sorry you think it’s weird to see a man with a baby, but not all women were meant to be moms, I don’t have to put up with your shit this is fucking ridiculous. This girl is my life and world go fuck yourself!” Then he got off the bus.
Then she sat there shaking her head and being like ”men can’t parent, why’d he freak out WTF I bet that kid isn’t even his”
I wish sexist, stupid bitches like this were less common than they are.
-Morgan with Livs texts
Complete insanity
This is exactly why so many grown men are paranoid about being around children; false allegations and the presumption of male guilt. One crazy misandrist gets her panties in a bunch and there is a police car waiting for you.
Imagine that the guy is an honest and decent guy just helping out a single mother by looking after her kid. Wait, right there did you think to yourself, “well he could do something wrong. He could be a pedo.” That. That right there the presumption that’s what it’s all about. He could, so we should assume the worst, and act as if he is.
Imagine for a second that the guy is absolutely a saint and has never done anything wrong. The child is not his, he’s just a trusted friend. Now how the hell is he supposed to explain things to a misandrist like that lady on the bus? He can’t. He is presumed guilty and he will be talking to police very shortly and he will very likely end up handcuffed in the back of a police car, scared to death that things will get straighted out.
Millions of men live in fear of being around children even there own because of shit like this. How can men be equal partners in raising children when they can’t be around children without some misandrist freaking out?
I personally know men who have had to push younger relatives out of their lives because it just to risky to be around children without constantly having to have a witness. It only takes one person to make a comment and suddenly the guy has to prove in a court of law, that beyond the shadow of a doubt that absolutely nothing happened and its all because of this automatic assumption of a man’s guilt.
There are a hell of a lot better ways to protect children from predators than automatically assuming that every man is a pedo. Prejudice is never justifiable.
Taking a nod from god knows how many women, this Canadian Moron poked holes in his condoms so his girlfriend would get pregnant and wouldn’t leave him… and his girlfriend subsequently got pregnant and didn’t leave him. She called the cops instead.
And he was charged with sexual assault. That’s right, because SHE DIDN’T CONSENT to sex with a man with a condom with holes in it.
One dissenting judge pointed out Hey guys… women have been doing shit like this to men for years and we’ve never prosecuted. They’ve stolen semen, poked holes in condoms, lied about being on birth control… this opens up a slippery slope of men prosecuting those women for the exact same crime.
To which the leader of the majority said, and I shit you not “pregnancy has much more serious consequences for mothers than fathers”.
*doubletake*
So the 18 years raising and paying for a child I absolutely did not consent to have and was duped into providing the semen for… not fucking consequential enough?
Meanwhile… the man who poked holes in condoms? Yeah, he’s in fucking prison found guilty of sexual assault.
THIS IS SEXISM AGAINST MEN. This is real, it happens, it is enshrined in law AND IT IS DISGUSTING.
Coercing anyone to have a child should be illegal and should be a serious, prosecutable crime.
It’s honestly one of the worst crimes I can think of, to be honest. God bless the fact that I’m a woman and can shove a piece of plastic up my uterus and call it a day.
“It’s ok to objectify guys, they’re guys, they don’t care.”
“Guys can’t get raped, they never don’t want sex.”
“Men should be the ones to do the asking.”“Men should always pay on a date.”
“It’s okay for me to be sexually attracted to watching two gay men have sex, but not for men to be attracted to lesbians.”
“It’s impossible for men to be victims of domestic violence, they’re bigger and stronger than women!”
“Sexual predators are always men.”
