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artbymoga:

onefitmodel:

rootandrock:

timeofthedecade:

bigdaddyg-wil:

this guy pulled out his dick in front of like 5 billion feminist protestors holy shit

Some context for the idiots claiming the women are overreacting:
This occurred at a Slut Walk. For those not familiar with it, the Slut Walk is basically a peaceful protest seeking to eliminate the rape apologism so prevalent in society. The basis is that no woman is “asking for it,” with “it” being rape. It’s not a feminist protest; it’s a human rights protest.
Many of the protesters, as you can probably imagine, have dealt with sexual harassment or rape in their own lives. Many of them have structured their daily activities to avoid being raped. The gathering is supposed to be a place for them to feel empowered and able to recover in the company of those who understand what they’ve been through or who will not blame them.
Nobody at a Slut Walk will tell a survivor that it’s her fault. They will not ask what she was wearing to provoke her attacker. Nobody will say she had too much to drink. Nobody will tell the men in the group that they are inherently rapists themselves, and nobody will tell a male survivor that his experience “wasn’t really rape.”
Then, this fellow comes along. He sees this gathering of survivors and their supporters, and to him, it’s a joke. He sees feminazis. He sees girls who are taking “a bit of fun” too seriously. And what does he do? He exposes himself to this group of survivors and supporters - some of whom are, in fact, underage.
He sexually harasses literally hundreds of women in one act. Aside from public indecency, there was cruel intent in his actions. He wanted to make them uncomfortable. He wanted to “put them in their place.” Other photos from this event show him flipping the protesters off and laughing at their anger.
And there are still people defending his actions. There are those who still feel like these women were asking for itand that they deserved to be harassed for trying to claim they weren’t. There are those who feel that women should be taught a lesson this way, and they applaud this man’s actions.
So no, he didn’t pull out his dick in front of feminist protesters. He harassed dozens - if not hundreds - of rape survivors. The reaction to his actions alone outline the purpose of the Slut Walk.
For those of you still doubting whether what he did was wrong (and I do wonder if there’s something wrong with you, if you have doubts), let me give you an analogous situation. Imagine a gathering of black civil rights activists. Imagine Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X, Rosa Parks, and all their colleagues gathered together to demonstrate that being black did not make them lesser people. That being black and living in the South did not mean they were “asking” to be the target of hate crimes.
And at this gathering, a white man decides he should teach them a lesson by pointedly hanging a noose from the nearest tree and laughing at their anger. And other white men, laughing along with him, commend him for taking these activists down a peg.
That’s what happened here. It’s not an “OMG, I can’t believe he did that!” moment. It’s an “OMG, there are people who think this is okay” moment. And the fact is, it’s not. It never will be. And that’s the take home message of this ridiculous rant I’ve written up.

And this is why we still need feminism.

this made me cry holy shit

That was hands down one of the most well-written and beautiful responses I have had the pleasure to read. Thank you

artbymoga:

onefitmodel:

rootandrock:

timeofthedecade:

bigdaddyg-wil:

this guy pulled out his dick in front of like 5 billion feminist protestors holy shit

Some context for the idiots claiming the women are overreacting:

This occurred at a Slut Walk. For those not familiar with it, the Slut Walk is basically a peaceful protest seeking to eliminate the rape apologism so prevalent in society. The basis is that no woman is “asking for it,” with “it” being rape. It’s not a feminist protest; it’s a human rights protest.

Many of the protesters, as you can probably imagine, have dealt with sexual harassment or rape in their own lives. Many of them have structured their daily activities to avoid being raped. The gathering is supposed to be a place for them to feel empowered and able to recover in the company of those who understand what they’ve been through or who will not blame them.

Nobody at a Slut Walk will tell a survivor that it’s her fault. They will not ask what she was wearing to provoke her attacker. Nobody will say she had too much to drink. Nobody will tell the men in the group that they are inherently rapists themselves, and nobody will tell a male survivor that his experience “wasn’t really rape.”

Then, this fellow comes along. He sees this gathering of survivors and their supporters, and to him, it’s a joke. He sees feminazis. He sees girls who are taking “a bit of fun” too seriously. And what does he do? He exposes himself to this group of survivors and supporters - some of whom are, in fact, underage.

He sexually harasses literally hundreds of women in one act. Aside from public indecency, there was cruel intent in his actions. He wanted to make them uncomfortable. He wanted to “put them in their place.” Other photos from this event show him flipping the protesters off and laughing at their anger.

And there are still people defending his actions. There are those who still feel like these women were asking for itand that they deserved to be harassed for trying to claim they weren’t. There are those who feel that women should be taught a lesson this way, and they applaud this man’s actions.

So no, he didn’t pull out his dick in front of feminist protesters. He harassed dozens - if not hundreds - of rape survivors. The reaction to his actions alone outline the purpose of the Slut Walk.

For those of you still doubting whether what he did was wrong (and I do wonder if there’s something wrong with you, if you have doubts), let me give you an analogous situation. Imagine a gathering of black civil rights activists. Imagine Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X, Rosa Parks, and all their colleagues gathered together to demonstrate that being black did not make them lesser people. That being black and living in the South did not mean they were “asking” to be the target of hate crimes.

And at this gathering, a white man decides he should teach them a lesson by pointedly hanging a noose from the nearest tree and laughing at their anger. And other white men, laughing along with him, commend him for taking these activists down a peg.

That’s what happened here. It’s not an “OMG, I can’t believe he did that!” moment. It’s an “OMG, there are people who think this is okay” moment. And the fact is, it’s not. It never will be. And that’s the take home message of this ridiculous rant I’ve written up.

And this is why we still need feminism.

this made me cry holy shit

That was hands down one of the most well-written and beautiful responses I have had the pleasure to read. Thank you

confessions-of-a-cutaholic

MAKE ME ADMIT STUFF

  • 1. How many bruises on you right now?
  • 2. You talked to an ex today, correct?
  • 3. Have you stayed in a hospital?
  • 4. Is trust a big issue for you?
  • 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?
  • 6. What are you excited for?
  • 7. What happened tonight?
  • 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?
  • 9. Is confidence cute?
  • 10. What is the last beverage you had?
  • 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?
  • 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?
  • 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?
  • 14. What are you going to spend money on next?
  • 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?
  • 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?
  • 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?
  • 18. The last time you felt broken?
  • 19. Have you had a soft drink today?
  • 20. Are you starting to realize anything?
  • 21. Are you in a good mood?
  • 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?
  • 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?
  • 24. What do you want right this second?
  • 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?
  • 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?
  • 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?
  • 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?
  • 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?
  • 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?
  • 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?
  • 32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?
  • 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks water?
  • 34. Listening to?
  • 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?
  • 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?
  • 37. Do you believe in love at first sight?
  • 38. Who did you last call?
  • 39. Who was the last person you danced with?
  • 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?
  • 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?
  • 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?
  • 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?
  • 44. Do you tan?
  • 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?
  • 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?
  • 47. Who was the last person to call you?
  • 48. Do you sing in the shower?
  • 49. Do you dance in the car?
  • 50. Ever used a bow and arrow?
  • 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?
  • 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?
  • 53. Is Christmas stressful?
  • 54. Ever eat a pierogi?
  • 55. Favorite type of fruit pie?
  • 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
  • 57. Do you believe in ghosts?
  • 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?
  • 59. Take a vitamin daily?
  • 60. Wear slippers?
  • 61. Wear a bath robe?
  • 62. What do you wear to bed?
  • 63. First concert?
  • 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?
  • 65. Nike or Adidas?
  • 66. Cheetos Or Fritos?
  • 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?
  • 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?
  • 69. Ever take dance lessons?
  • 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?
  • 71. Can you curl your tongue?
  • 72. Ever won a spelling bee?
  • 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?
  • 74. What is your favorite book?
  • 75. Do you study better with or without music?
  • 76. Regularly burn incense?
  • 77. Ever been in love?
  • 78. Who would you like to see in concert?
  • 79. What was the last concert you saw?
  • 80. Hot tea or cold tea?
  • 81. Tea or coffee?
  • 82. Favorite type of cookie?
  • 83. Can you swim well?
  • 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?
  • 85. Are you patient?
  • 86. DJ or band, at a wedding?
  • 87. Ever won a contest?
  • 88. Ever have plastic surgery?
  • 89. Which are better black or green olives?
  • 90. Opinions on marriage?
  • 91. Best room for a fireplace?
  • 92. Do you want to get married?
loved-and--lost
loved-and—lost:

This may be triggering but I need to say it. Read this, it’s so important.
Have you ever just sat there and thought how incredible it would feel by jumping. As some of you know one of my suicide attempts was jumping. The air gulping you in, it would be cold but oddly peaceful. It would be instant. The pain would just suddenly stop. It would be a bit confusing though. One minute all you feel is pain&suffering. Then you feel fear&guilt, thinking about your family&friends. You’re mum, you’re dad, that girl you call your bestfriend. But then you feel anger. They don’t need you, you remember those arguments day in day out. You feel pain again. You sit on that ledge with your legs hanging off, peering down into this cruel world. Clueless people not even noticing you’re up there. Maybe it’s for the best, be a bit of a shock though. But the painful memories flood back. You know it’s time to leave to go. But then the happy memories flood back. You can’t get them out of your mind, but you know you’ve contemplated suicide so many times that its becoming uncountable. It’s time, otherwise you’ll feel worse, more useless&pathetic you felt in the first place. You start to count. 1.. 2… 3… Then you push your body off of the bridge. It’s scary, but fast. You feel numb now, a scary numb. Pain hits you. Panic sets in, oh no, there’s no going back now. Everything is too late. Damn. Then you close your eyes as you see your world coming to a stop. You hit the ground&feel nothing. Everything is okay. No pain, no guilt. No fear, no confusion. You’re waiting for paradise to kick in. It’s not kicking in? You feel a wet puddle around you. You think you land in a water puddle. But it’s not water. It’s blood. You try&move away but you can’t see or hear or move, you’re body is gone. Why is my mind still here then? You start to hear screams. Is this what paradise feels like? As you take a slow deep breath, you realise it’s your last. You’re dead. You’re gone. No pain, no fear, you’re not numb anymore, not low, not nothing. Just a piece of air. But what about your family? What’s happened to them? You wouldn’t know, you’re dead. You’re gone, you’ve left your world behind, everything’s fine for you. Your mum comes home but doesn’t hear your voice. She gets worried but tries calming herself down. You’re probably just in the shower… But you have a power shower so you can hear it over everything you do. Maybe you’re sleeping. But you’ve never had a deep sleep before so with all the noise your mums making, you wouldve woken up by now. She phones your dad, you’re probably put with your mates but she’s worried. 10 minutes later, there’s a knock at the door. Your mum rushes to the door thinking you went to the park after school and you’re back, or your dad ready to give her a hug to comfort her. When your mum answers the door, she gets a shock. It’s 3policeman standing there, looking uncomfortable. She welcomes them in, then makes them each a cup of tea, 5minutes later your dad walks through the front door. Also taking the policeman sitting in their living room a huge shock Panic sets in both of them, whats happened? Your mum and dad sit down. The room is silent. It’s broken by one of the policeman coughing. Nervous glances are passing around the room. One of the policeman sighs and blurts out the words nobody wants to here. ‘We think your daughters dead’ your mum  instantly feels sick, she starts to shake&starts breathing heavily. Your dad is shocked. He starts shouting at the policeman. ‘Youve got it all wrong, our daughters at the park you fools’ one of the policemen hands your parents a photo of you lying there, cleaned up in the hospital. Your mum throws up, then instantly passes out. Your dad has tried to stay strong, comforting your mum&cleaning her up. He helps your mum into the garden to get fresh air. He comes back shaking&red then asks if he can see your photo again. He lets out a huge cry, and crouches down sobbing&clutching the photo close to his chest. It’s painful. His cry made each of the. Policemen jump. Hours pass&your older sister comes home to find her parents, sitting there, shaking&cold. She thinks the worse. But the news is much worker than she could ever imagine. She blames herself, they constantly argue, maybe. She took it too far. Your sister didn’t take it well at all. 7months down the line, your mum still waits for you to come home, she’s so numb now. Your sister has counselling now because she’s so guilty and hates herself so much she punishes herself. Your dad doesn’t trust anyone, he pushes away your whole entire family. He thinks he can’t love his baby girl so he can’t love anyone else. You’re dead. You’re gone. There’s no going back. But what about your school? You thought no one cared whatsoever about you. Look again. Your whole school went into shock. Your teachers questioned themselves if they were good enough. Your bestfriend has never laughed again at school since she found out the news. Even people who never even saw you before paid their respects. Your family still had to work to be able to pay for your funeral. But you’re dead. You’re gone. There’s no going back for you, is there? But everyone else has to carry on, for everyone else. Next time you think of picking up the knife, or fastening the rope or jumping or whatever you do. Just make sure it’s the right decision. Because once you’re gone there’s no going back. Never give up, there’s help out there for everyone. Be strong, chin up, hold on things will get better. ~Lauren

loved-and—lost:

This may be triggering but I need to say it. Read this, it’s so important.

Have you ever just sat there and thought how incredible it would feel by jumping. As some of you know one of my suicide attempts was jumping. The air gulping you in, it would be cold but oddly peaceful. It would be instant. The pain would just suddenly stop. It would be a bit confusing though. One minute all you feel is pain&suffering. Then you feel fear&guilt, thinking about your family&friends. You’re mum, you’re dad, that girl you call your bestfriend. But then you feel anger. They don’t need you, you remember those arguments day in day out. You feel pain again. You sit on that ledge with your legs hanging off, peering down into this cruel world. Clueless people not even noticing you’re up there. Maybe it’s for the best, be a bit of a shock though. But the painful memories flood back. You know it’s time to leave to go. But then the happy memories flood back. You can’t get them out of your mind, but you know you’ve contemplated suicide so many times that its becoming uncountable. It’s time, otherwise you’ll feel worse, more useless&pathetic you felt in the first place. You start to count. 1.. 2… 3… Then you push your body off of the bridge. It’s scary, but fast. You feel numb now, a scary numb. Pain hits you. Panic sets in, oh no, there’s no going back now. Everything is too late. Damn. Then you close your eyes as you see your world coming to a stop. You hit the ground&feel nothing. Everything is okay. No pain, no guilt. No fear, no confusion. You’re waiting for paradise to kick in. It’s not kicking in? You feel a wet puddle around you. You think you land in a water puddle. But it’s not water. It’s blood. You try&move away but you can’t see or hear or move, you’re body is gone. Why is my mind still here then? You start to hear screams. Is this what paradise feels like? As you take a slow deep breath, you realise it’s your last. You’re dead. You’re gone. No pain, no fear, you’re not numb anymore, not low, not nothing. Just a piece of air. But what about your family? What’s happened to them? You wouldn’t know, you’re dead. You’re gone, you’ve left your world behind, everything’s fine for you. Your mum comes home but doesn’t hear your voice. She gets worried but tries calming herself down. You’re probably just in the shower… But you have a power shower so you can hear it over everything you do. Maybe you’re sleeping. But you’ve never had a deep sleep before so with all the noise your mums making, you wouldve woken up by now. She phones your dad, you’re probably put with your mates but she’s worried. 10 minutes later, there’s a knock at the door. Your mum rushes to the door thinking you went to the park after school and you’re back, or your dad ready to give her a hug to comfort her. When your mum answers the door, she gets a shock. It’s 3policeman standing there, looking uncomfortable. She welcomes them in, then makes them each a cup of tea, 5minutes later your dad walks through the front door. Also taking the policeman sitting in their living room a huge shock Panic sets in both of them, whats happened? Your mum and dad sit down. The room is silent. It’s broken by one of the policeman coughing. Nervous glances are passing around the room. One of the policeman sighs and blurts out the words nobody wants to here. ‘We think your daughters dead’ your mum
instantly feels sick, she starts to shake&starts breathing heavily. Your dad is shocked. He starts shouting at the policeman. ‘Youve got it all wrong, our daughters at the park you fools’ one of the policemen hands your parents a photo of you lying there, cleaned up in the hospital. Your mum throws up, then instantly passes out. Your dad has tried to stay strong, comforting your mum&cleaning her up. He helps your mum into the garden to get fresh air. He comes back shaking&red then asks if he can see your photo again. He lets out a huge cry, and crouches down sobbing&clutching the photo close to his chest. It’s painful. His cry made each of the. Policemen jump. Hours pass&your older sister comes home to find her parents, sitting there, shaking&cold. She thinks the worse. But the news is much worker than she could ever imagine. She blames herself, they constantly argue, maybe. She took it too far. Your sister didn’t take it well at all. 7months down the line, your mum still waits for you to come home, she’s so numb now. Your sister has counselling now because she’s so guilty and hates herself so much she punishes herself. Your dad doesn’t trust anyone, he pushes away your whole entire family. He thinks he can’t love his baby girl so he can’t love anyone else. You’re dead. You’re gone. There’s no going back. But what about your school? You thought no one cared whatsoever about you. Look again. Your whole school went into shock. Your teachers questioned themselves if they were good enough. Your bestfriend has never laughed again at school since she found out the news. Even people who never even saw you before paid their respects. Your family still had to work to be able to pay for your funeral. But you’re dead. You’re gone. There’s no going back for you, is there? But everyone else has to carry on, for everyone else. Next time you think of picking up the knife, or fastening the rope or jumping or whatever you do. Just make sure it’s the right decision. Because once you’re gone there’s no going back. Never give up, there’s help out there for everyone. Be strong, chin up, hold on things will get better. ~Lauren