I'm feeling like an a**hole, so I will write what the heart feels.
I grew up in a small town, spent years in unhappiness, moved to a big city, and now the corners of my lips are curling up in a smile. Ever so slowly.
I think Katy Perry should be seen, and not heard.
I will never successfully accomplished the cracked nail look.
I'm not shy; I'm reserved. If I'm quiet in a group of people I am only assessing the situation or new person that has come into the midst.
I love: fuck i don't know what to write.
If you only thrive on male attention and are dumb as fuck because you are willing to please men, I hate you.
My worst fear is to live in poverty again.
I find men either too feminine/ submissive or too dominant/abusive. I don't need either.
I'm glad I've gone through the things in my past because I would not be the woman I am today.
TW: Sexual Assault
A friend of mine was sexually assaulted out to dinner with a professor. When she told her story to her adviser, a dear friend of ours, she told him she wore a turtleneck and long pants and described her outfit. He cut her off and told her, “I don’t care if you were wearing a fucking bikini—nobody has the right to touch you.”
I think that was the first time in the whole process of talking to cops and administrators about what happened where someone actually told her it wasn’t her fault.
They make it about the clothes, the situation—“Why did you agree to dinner? Why didn’t you take your own car? Did you lead him on? For once, someone made it about her and her rights. I think this helped her most of all in the process. Everyone needs to respond like this to survivors, in my opinion.
I’m so sorry about your friend, OP. Props to her advisor (and you!) for being supportive and understanding what rape culture means—and saying “fuck this shit, NOBODY HAS THE RIGHT TO TOUCH YOU.”
(Source: chantelcarnage, via blood-leopard)
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