This is glorious and even thought it doesn’t fit in the range of all the paranormal, I MUST share
It works like this: You tell Kitestring that you’re in a dangerous place or situation, and give it a time frame of when to check in on you. If you don’t reply back when it checks your status, it’ll alert your emergency contacts with a custom message you set up.
It doesn’t require you to touch anything (like bSafe) or shake your phone (like Nirbhaya) to send the distress signal. Kitestring is smarter, because it doesn’t need an action to alert people, it needs inaction.
Dear Sissies, how are all of you? Just want to let you all know that I’m working with www.gobadlands.io to create a new home for our community. It will work just like Tumblr but it will be completely NSFW friendly. Please check it out and let’s rebuild the Sissy community over there. Thanks :).
My fault? When I tripped over because I didn’t tie up my shoelaces, that was my fault. When my favourite plant died because I forgot to water him, that was my fault. When I lost a friend because I kept putting off contacting them, that was my fault.
When you locked me in your room, when you tried to finger me under the tables in our science class, when you told everyone we had sex, when you made fun of my body and called me a whore, when you tricked me, when you groomed me, when you made fun of me for going to the police, was that my fault? You say yes, I say fuck you.
Those parts of me I’ll never have back, you stole that. There was no us, and there certainly was no me. You haunt me, when I see you my legs don’t work, and I want to run towards you, to embrace you, then thrust my knife into your back. Because that is what you did to me.
I see you laugh at me; I see you jeer. Whore, slut, skank, did you ever really know my name? Did you know what my favourite colour was? Did you know what show I loved the most? Did you even want me? Or did you want my body? You salivate, dripping drool like a dog with a gaping maw, you ate me, then spat me out when I resisted. You didn’t want me when I fought back.
You’re a monster, a lying cheating beast who prays on those who are smaller. You saw a rabbit, ripe, fresh and full of hopes, and you snapped its neck. For so long that rabbit lay there dormant, its neck hanging like a loose rope. I loved you once, at least I thought I did, I was 12 when you started attacking me. You said you love me, then proceeded to treat me like a toy.
You won, you won finally, I broke. 2 times I stood on a ledge, 2 times I choked myself with a rope. I turned, naïve, thinking maybe you’d see what you did. You were laughing. Mouthing “jump”. So, I tried, and 3 angels held me down, took me to the hospital and tried to fix what they could. They mended my physical wounds and tried to fix my brain. They had to remove the TV remote chord, I tried to die again.
I haven’t seen you since, and that brings me great joy. Every time I hear your name, see you active online, I laugh. I’m not fixed, not yet. I don’t think I ever will be. There’s no way to fix what you’ve broken, but that doesn’t mean that it will always bring me down. One day I know I’ll be able to stop the flashbacks, look past the trauma and know it wasn’t my fault. Until then I just must play it day by day. One day you’ll be scared of me, like how I am with you. And on that day, I will have won.
reminder to the people who need reminding: joking about abuse is not funny. i had a friend recently tell me a long story about how his girlfriend abused him only for me to find out it was an elaborate joke to him that did not happen. that really upset me, because it takes away from valid experiences and domestic abuse is extremely serious.
To call Christian Grey a “protagonist” when referring to ‘50 Shades of Grey’ and 'Grey’, which is the same story but through his eyes, is disgusting to say the least.
My coverage of Transhumanfor CBH’s ‘Hickmania’. I volunteered for this one since I figured there’d be so much to talk about; in practice it ended up my shortest piece for them yet, though still I think a productive one. Trigger warning at the top of the piece.
Australian street artist Astrotwitch launched “Queer the Streets“ last year based on the idea that, as they wrote on Tumblr, all the “queer community needs is simply for more people to know that they exist.” Their works are incredible — and every one has the potential to create a change.
Rape culture is not just the amount of rapes that occur. It’s a social conditioning that that happens culturally, implicitly. It’s the violence, sexual assault and rape that is joked about and otherwise trivialized. It’s the reasoning given when a person that has been assaulted or attempted sexual assault that their trauma is meaningless.
Rape culture is not trivializing any rape that happens in the prison system or in other places. We are all aware that in other countries, you can be sentenced to death for being raped. However, this realization is not constructive for what is happening here. Rape exists. They are horrible acts of violence that occur to people all over the world. It is a serious crime not to be taken at face value. Unfortunately, as much faith as I’d like to put in our legal system for bringing all rapists to justice, and separating “fact from fiction,” you would have to be under the assumption that all rapes are reported. In fact, an astounding 1 in 6 American women have been the victim of rape or attempted rape in her lifetime. Over 17.7 million American women have been victims of rape or attempted rape. Rape exists. Also men get raped. However, the reason it is not the focus of every rape awareness article is because females make up a significant part of the population (9 out of 10 victims were reported female).
It’s not a guilty until proven innocent situation, the amount of strength it takes for a person to come out and say they were raped and being put into the public sphere is humiliating. To accuse someone of rape is an incredible ordeal. Don’t you think the victim considers this? That is one of the reasons why so few rapes are reported. We have been taught to look out for our abuser, that they are otherwise a “good person” that don’t need their life ruined because of this. Other women fear the social stigma that goes around people being raped. Even if our country, if no woman will get sentenced to death for reporting her rape, in many communities, a raped woman is stigmatized as tainted. At the very least, she will be treated differently. When accusing a person of a rape, you are not only outing the rapist, they are outing themselves as a victim.
Since we were talking about college students earlier, I will continue using them as an example:
“Women ages 16 to 24 experience rape at rates four times higher than the assault rate of all women.
Fewer than 5 percent of college women who are victims of rape or attempted rape report it to victims tell someone, often a friend (but usually not a family member or college official). In one study, over 40 percent of those raped who did not report the incident said they did not do so because they feared reprisal by the assailant or others.15 In addition, some rape victims may fear the emotional trauma of the legal process itself. Low reporting, however, ensures that few victims receive adequate help, most offenders are neither confronted nor prosecuted, and colleges are left in the dark about the extent of the problem.16
Many acquaintance rape victims (using the legal definition of rape) do not label their assault as rape.† Perhaps it seems unimaginable that an acquaintance would rape them, and victims often initially blame themselves. Acquaintance rape victims offer a range of reasons for not reporting the rape to authorities:17
† One of the largest studies of the problem found that in nearly half the incidents legally categorized as completed rapes, the women did not consider the incident to be a rape (Fisher, Cullen and Turner 2000). [Full text]
embarrassment and shame,
fear of publicity,
fear of reprisal from assailant,
fear of social isolation from the assailant’s friends,
fear that the police will not believe them,
fear that the prosecutor will not believe them or will not bring charges,
self-blame for drinking or using drugs before the rape, self-blame for being alone with the assailant, perhaps in one’s own or the assailant’s residence,
mistrust of the campus judicial system, and
fear that their family will find out.”
If you see the reasoning for the underreporting of rapes committed, you will see the rape culture there. Rape culture is women not wearing heels or mini skirts outside at nighttime for fear and EXPECTATION of getting assaulted. Rape culture is the necessity of consent campaigns. Rape culture is the explicit fetishization of assault in the porn industry as creative expression.
Rape culture does exist. I think precisely the reason we disagree is because we are not on the same page for what it actually is. Rape culture is not just RAPE. It is the treatment that goes into trivializing sexual assault and belittling the victim.
You can always make the argument that talking about rape culture is trivial in comparison to all the other types of violence and oppression that exists in the world. However, that doesn’t mean that you should belittle it. This isn’t the oppression Olympics. Horrible things happen to people. Rape culture is a topic of conversation because its something that exists in our culture. No one is outwardly saying I SUPPORT RAPE, IT IS GOOD. If you think that’s what rape culture is, then you are missing the point.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but the condescension I detected in your message reeks of insecurity of a constructive argument. We can debate, but sometimes cattiness can take away from the issue being discussed. Here are some sources and information regarding rape culture including some citations for statistics I’ve mentioned in this post. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask.
