Hey, you! The mom of that twelve-year-old boy who leers like some fifty-year-old drunken uncle. Start teaching him that no means no. Right Fucking Now. You should have been teaching him this already. Teach him that consent is as real as the shoes on his feet and the laces he ties in double-knots. Teach him … Continue reading On Consent – In a Seventh Grade Classroom
He told me how brave I was, writing my story into a sea of stigma, how my words, my voice, would break waves and save souls, a lighthouse for the mentally ill, the distraught, the unloved. I told him no. He told me how beautiful I was, smiling sadly with eyes like burnt moons hiding … Continue reading I Told Him No
My girl, oh my feisty awesome girl, got sexually assaulted last year. What do you say? “I’ve been there, I love you, be brave, you got this.” It’s almost a rote response at this point. One i… Source: Pressure Sex (trigger warning)
Thank you, Sir, can I have another? I wasn't quite clear the first dozen times you called me a bitch, a whiny female, worthless. Tell me again how I'm dramatic, overreacting, just in the way. Tell me how I'm ruining everything for you just by talking. Somehow my voice got a firm grip on your … Continue reading Thank you, Sir, Can I Have Another? – Stephanie Bennett-Henry
February 5, 2016 - 11:00 PST I'm itchy, cranky, and my vision has started to fail. FYI: If WebMD has told you that you're living with syphilis get a second opinion ASAP, and GTFO WebMD anyway because it's WebMD. You may just be experiencing a touch of Twitter overload instead, the symptoms are pretty much the same thing. But … Continue reading Dear America
It’s Day 3 of the Jian Ghomeshi trial, the first witness has been discredited already and we’ve now moved right along on to number 2.
During the time the story broke that he was being fired from the CBC as sexual assault accusations came to light, every woman I spoke to about it was deeply disturbed. Deeply disturbed. Every woman. No matter her age, level of Q fandom, political leanings and/or lifestyle, this story, of all news stories, had knocked the wind out of her. She couldn’t get it out of her head. Couldn’t stop thinking. Things were coming back to her. Feelings, and questions, about interactions she’d buried in the subterranean sludge of her mind for years. Interactions that were flooding her now. She couldn’t breathe.
I’ve been degraded, I’ve been humiliated, I’ve been coerced, I’ve been pressured, I’ve been guilt-tripped, I’ve been taken advantage of, I’ve had my humanity…
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You'll have to excuse me for joining the party late, all of the big words and testosterone coming down that Internet thingy had me a little bit confused and frightened. I felt anxious and overly emotional, almost the exact same way I feel right before I'm about to start my period. So I took a … Continue reading Roofie Rooshy Makes Bank: Update