source: Liberator Magazine online (oldie but goodie from 2008)
b/c we need to hear from POC doing it their way and being honest abt the love we have for and with one another.
h/t @goddessangelika
i already assume every man trying to talk to me on the street is a rapist.
first of all, i’ve been told my many people (these creepers included) that i look mean when I’m walking alone, which is probably a subconscious defense mechanism, yet they try to talk to me anyway. i have earphones in, yet they try to talk to me anyway. they are obviously not worthy of me, yet they try to talk to me anyway.
i reject every single man that approaches me. every single one. yep that doesn’t work. i have a blank face on, that doesn’t work. i point to my earphones & shrug my shoulders, doesn’t work. say i have a boyfriend, doesn’t work. say I’m not interested, doesn’t work. yell at them, doesn’t work. say I’m a lesbian, doesn’t work. say I’m pregnant, doesn’t work. yell at them, DOESNT FUCKING WORK. my best bet is to either stop fucking existing or to move out of their vicinity. going through some variation of this routine just about everyday, tells me that my boundaries mean nothing. i mean nothing to these men. that as a woman, my desires, my needs are less important than their desire to do nothing more than bother me, to essentially tell me that I don’t belong in public space & maybe this may even be their attempt to “get to know me”, “become friends with me”, have consensual sex with me, or rape me. They have absolutely no chance to be friends with me or to start a relationship with me so I’m going to have to assume that they are rapists. Does it make me paranoid as fuck? Yes. But honestly, if you’re cool with flippantly disregarding & crossing my boundaries like that, YOU ARE either a rapist, potential rapist or a rapist in waiting.
& y’all have to pick one: you’re either gonna victim blame everyday until you die and continue to tell us that our biggest fear in life should be being raped or you’re going to stop being mad at womyn for protecting ourselves. For not going out at night because we’re afraid we’ll be raped. For not talking to you cuz we’re afraid you could be a rapist. For carrying pepper spray or a taser cuz we’re afraid we might meet a rapist.
& To the men who holler: “Not all men are like that!!, Don’t judge me by my gender or by what my other men do.” I have to judge you as all the same. & that’s my right. In my eyes, until i know for a FACT that you aren’t a rapist or a potential rapist, I’m keeping my distance & I’m judging you. Rape is supposed to be YALLS issue, since y’all keep raping people. But its my job to keep myself safe & I can’t do that worrying about YOUR feelings about being grouped together & judged. Don’t waste energy telling me “we’re not all like that”, talk to your fellow man, guaranteed one of them IS indeed a rapist.
Emily Nagoski. no idea who she is, but i thank her. there is no excuse for rape and anyone who excuses it is insulting both the victim and the rapist. (via rapeisnotajoke)
There are two arguments I’ve noticed
So basically we have to prepare ourselves all the time, but if we ever give a man the sense that we view them as a misogynistic/violent threat - that’s unfair
hmm…
(via newwavefeminism)
(Source: han-solo-dolo)
Am I the only one who thinks that people judge me professionally about my natural hair?
And this is why I don’t want to come in during the interview or first day with my hair straightened in order to “look nice/professional” because it makes them think that this is what I’m going to be looking like majority of the time. If I don’t get the job while wearing my natural hair, then when I eventually do wear my natural hair I feel as though I’m being inappropriate or something, even though I know better than that. There’s this underlying feeling of ‘we didn’t know that this is what we signed up for’ or that it’s not okay for them.