Anonymous asked: Ok let me start by saying that I am a HUGE HUGE HUGE HUGE FEMINIST and I think that rape is HORRIBLE and that rapists need to fucking die... but for some reason I get turned on by it. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
First of all, there is nothing wrong with you. People have all kinds of fantasies and fetishes. It IS important to examine those kind of things critically: we live in a society that glorifies rape and sexual violence, and it’s possible you’ve internalized that. There might be a totally different reason.
As long as your sex life is safe and consensual, explore your sexuality. [Also, if you could add a trigger warning in your asks about rape related topics in the future, that would be AWESOME]
It’s a fucking curse. You fall in love, it’s bullshit. You’re talented, it’s bullshit. You love something, bullshit. You care about something, bullshit. You destroy something bullshit. Something kills you, bullshit!
We’re all so trivial. Nothing we say has any weight, any precedence. Because we don’t know shit.
What do we like? Who cares. What do we love? Who fucking cares. We hate ourselves and we’re called dramatic and self-obsessed. We love ourselves and we’re called dramatic and self-obsessed. Since when was loving yourself a character flaw? Fuck. I think it’s astounding. Why wouldn’t you want to raise a generation of strong, proud girls? I know why, because you’re fucking scared, and you don’t even realise it. Somewhere, in the back of your head, past all the patriarchal bullshit, you know what we’re capable of. And don’t look at me like that, I know what the patriarchy is, and that’s exactly my fucking point. You underestimate us, you reduce us down to silly little girls.
In the back of your head, you’re scared for us to have voices, you don’t want us to have power. Because then, then we’ll speak up about the shit you put us through. And you know what? If you don’t educate us, if you refuse to educate us, we’ll educate ourselves.
I am so, so sick of this biased crazy bitch-teenager idea. Being passionate doesn’t make us crazy. And even if we are crazy, so fucking what? It’s you who made us like this.
You, who raised your daughter to keep her voice down. You, who taught her it’s better to be meek. You, who told her she just drunk too much, helped her throw out her ripped underwear, and never thought to ask questions. You, who told her sex was an obligation. And you, for telling her it’s a bargaining tool. Her desires aren’t natural. Don’t act, don’t speak. Repress, repress, repress. Repent, repent, repent. Be ashamed. Shut your mouth.
You shut it for her though.
Every lesson, every time you ignored her need, you plucked out another vocal chord. And you kept going and you kept teaching until her throat was empty, and you stole her words and threw her voice box down a fucking well so no one would ever hear her speak again. And you think we’re the crazy ones? You’re draining the life from you daughter so you can stick it in a glass vial and give it to your son in law.
You want us to be meek? You want us to be quiet. We’re fucking monsters. You made us, you’ve silenced us, and now we’re going to scream and scream until you notice.
- The curse of the teenage girl - J.M
There is always resistance to these steps, are always complaints that it takes all the “fun” out of male sports. But this hostile environment already isn’t fun for the male athletes who are obliged to affect misogyny to avoid bullying, who have to remain closeted to be safe—and it isn’t fun for the victims of male athletes whose predation has been tacitly encouraged by a culture that treats women as a sex class to be consumed. Shakesville: The Rape Culture Is Not Immutable (via dodgylogic)