Of fucking course
What sick bastard doesn’t
“You’d be surprised”, said Xaldien, who just lost four followers and received a lovely “men can’t be raped” anon shortly after reblogging this the first time.
Yowch, disgusting.
If I don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead.
This does happen. And it is just as wrong. NO ONE should be abused. NO ONE. EVER!
a good feeling is finally kissing the person you love after a long time of missing and longing for them
This isn’t just another shooting.
This is now officially, with over 50 casualties, the worst mass shooting in United States history. And the fact that it took place at a gay club was not merely coincidence. This was not just another act of senseless violence in America. This was a hate crime.
A man walked into a safe space for the LGBT community with an assault rifle and lined them up and slaughtered them.
Don’t do what the media is inevitably going to do. Don’t erase where this happened and who this happened to.
When you make your statements for/against gun control, remember this was a hate crime. When you make your statements about the gunman’s reported religious beliefs, remember this was a hate crime. When your politicians make empty promises about changing the way things are, remember this was a hate crime. When you make your statements about the media’s coverage of this, remind everyone this was hate crime.
Do not gloss over the identities of the victims. They were killed for them. This was a hate crime.
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When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.
In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.
And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.
And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.
And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.
And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.
And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him.
And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.
And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.
-16 year old girl
i’ll show my mom the notes on this post
The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.
I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.
The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.
The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.
The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.
The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.
I needed this tonight
If you’re looking for a sign not to then this is it. My inbox is open if you think talking to a stranger will help.
This is devastating and precious. Wow.
If anyone needs this, here you go. Just remember that somebody, somewhere always cares about you.
- stargazing; sitting on a hill or roof looking at the stars. a blanket might be nice depending on how soft the grass is
- picnic; probably at a park. make food you know your babe likes
- observatories; looking at stars and constellations, go to one of the little shows. point out ones you know!!
- aquariums; looking at the pretty fish!! maybe get them a little goldfish or stuffed goldfish if you know they’d kill it
- museums; like art museums or science museums. nerd
- going on a walk/run/bike (make sure to bring music); unless you’re a lazy piece of shit, then just stay home
- napping together; which is what you do if you didn’t do the one above
- rollerblading/ice skating; depending on the weather. if they fall help them up, buy them nachos, request a cute song
- lasertag, destroy them bitches
- playground; swinging, seesawing, playing hot lava monster
- seeing a movie; maybe godzilla or some romantic movie idk
- go to a garden!! botanical ones are cool!! if they have a gift shop buy them a cute lil plant necklace
- take them shopping if you have money and they like getting stuff for free
- go flower picking; make them a flower crown and make a bouquet if you want to be a smooth motherfucker
- traditional dinner date; idk this sounds boring but whatever man it’s ur life
- watch the sunrise/sunset on a beach (bring a blanket, music and food or else y’all gon’ be bored as fuck with sand in every crevice of your fuckin body)
- a carnival/fair (u can go for the cliche kiss at the top of the ferris wheel bitch)
- drive-in movie theater (try not to make out too much tho ya horny bastards)
- karaoke (you can do a duet. that’s cute as shit)
- have brunch (cuz goin out for breakfast is way too fuckin early to be seein that bitch)
- play with puppies at a pet store (this will determine your partner’s fate cuz if that hoe don’t like puppies, they’re basically satan. you’re welcome)
- do a color run (they’re fun as fuck and u can take cool pics and get a lil exercise at the same time. u score bitch)
- plan a game night (bonus if u end up playin twister cuz u get to be tangled all up on your hunny’s body and maybe u will end up playin twister beneath the fuckin sheets yas baby yas)
- see a psychic or palm reader (unless u really ain’t that curious to know whether a demon followin your ass around or naw)
- visit a trampoline park (u will piss yourself laughin and it truly is fun)
- go glow-in-the-dark mini golfing (that shit is live and they usually have arcade games and bumpin music)
- have a netflix night together (make or buy a shitton of snacks and dress in your pjs and cuddle)
- go for a swim (pool, lake or beach - doesn’t fuckin matter. swimmin is relaxing and good exercise and u can talk shit together for as long as u want. if u can’t swim, use fuckin floaties bitch you’ll be fine)
- go to a concert bruh (seriously if u take me to a concert, u have access to my pussy)
- volunteer together (animal shelter or soup kitchen - you’re fuckin helping out and that’s nice as fuck and y’all will make some nice memories)
- ghost hunting (if u a boss ass bitch, do this. it’s exciting and thrilling - just try to not get killed or possessed in the process)
- fetch some fuckin chalk and make a masterpiece together (preferably in a park)
the actual, physical ache you feel in your chest and in your bones when you’re so sad is fucking awful.