there is a women in China holding a black umbrella so she
won’t taste the salt of the rain when the sky begins to weep,
there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars
like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow,
there is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman
in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she
couldn’t read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyes
there are people watching films,
making love for the first time, opening mail with the
heading of ‘i miss you’, cooking noodles with
organic spices and red sauces, buying lemon detergent,
ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs, painting murals
of his lips in abandoned warehouses, chewing
the words ‘i love you’ over and over again, swallowing
phone numbers and forgotten birthdays, eating
strawberry pies, drinking white wine off of each
others open mouths, ignoring the telephone,
reading this poem
someone is thinking
someone finally understands
they never really
I was just thinking about the time I was sexually coerced…its still scary to say assaulted..so coerced. he was a friend of a guy from school, a guy who id slept with a few months earlier out of self doubt and complete lack of self worth. and my friend at the time, she was with me at this guys house. he got me alone upstairs and started kissing me, forcing me into his room and I went along, uncomfortable but feeling like it was something I was supposed to play along with. when he started trying to get physical I got nervous…deeply nervous. no wasn’t a word that occurred to me. it was rude, it was too forceful to utter in audible language, so I pushed away, laughed it off, and then blurted out about my someone else. “theres someone else!, you know him, from our trip to cape cod? theres someone else!” but he wouldn’t stop, didn’t care, brushed aside my testimony and tried to get in my jean shorts. but like a magician I slipped out of his grasp, again and again for three or so hours, while the sun came up until he fell asleep and I could leave. and the whole time my friend sat downstairs. and she assumed. and she had no idea. and when I came downstairs disheveled and distressed, she asked in the most steely, backhanded voice, “how was that?” “terrible” I replied and she didn’t ask a single thing more, and I never told her a thing. im laying here thinking, how could she not have known? how could she not care? but how was she to know something I can barely admit to now was happening? but its not her fault, we are taught lessons so backwards and dangerous on how to treat our fellow women, and ourselves. to react with jealousy or hate or indifference to each other.
such terrifying things happen to women in this world, and I just hope that I will never overlook the plight of my fellow women, no matter how I may feel towards them personally, not matter WHAT. I hope to be there to ask if they are ok, and to validate that no, that is not normal, no that is not okay, no, your body should never be touched without your consent, and never be afraid to say NO, though if you are not ready IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT.
“White men make up approximately 36% of the population, but commit 75% of mass shootings. What would be called terrorism by any other skin tone is suddenly some mysterious unnamed disease. We as a society are perfectly happy to further stigmatize mentally ill people, who are far more likely to be victims of violence than commit violence, in the service of protecting white supremacy and male entitlement.”—
Resubmitting this because the original did not cite the original author, and plagirizing of WoC’s work is a serious and rampant issue. We cannot allow them to do this difficult work without acknowledging the value of their work. If you reblogged, please delete the original and reblog this version.
“I like messy people; people who don’t fit in a box or stay between the lines, but who’s integrity is greater than any rule book and who’s loyalty is stronger than blood.”—Jim Wern (via setbabiesonfire)
Getting real sick of the “trans-people are most oppressed out of anyone” statements and the aggression towards “cis” women who supposedly have “privilege” for “being cis”.
It’s funny how everyone tends to conveniently forget that “cis” women are abused, murdered, beaten, raped, and cut up and open by the hundreds of millions all over the world, and for some reason, that counts as “privilege”.
“For the last three decades many Americans have puzzled over a system that gives an R to a movie in which a women is carved up by a chainsaw and an NC-17 to one that shows a woman sexually pleasured. From such ratings one might conclude that sexual violence against women is OK for American teenagers to see, but that they must be 18 to see consensual sex. What message does this send to the kids the MPAA presumably means to protect?”—
“You have to question a cinematic culture which preaches artistic expression, and yet would support a decision that is clearly a product of a patriarchy-dominant society, which tries to control how women are depicted on screen. The MPAA is okay supporting scenes that portray women in scenarios of sexual torture and violence for entertainment purposes, but they are trying to force us to look away from a scene that shows a woman in a sexual scenario which is both complicit and complex. It’s misogynistic in nature to try and control a woman’s sexual presentation of self. I consider this an issue that is bigger than this film.”
-Ryan Gosling on the controversy around the rating of his film ‘Blue Valentine’
i want to be really healthy and drink green tea and go to bed early and study really hard and get my life in order but then again i kinda don’t care about anything and i just want to drink coffee all the time and ignore sleep and study whenever i feel like it and let myself fall apart twice a week
“Stop saying sorry. Say thank you instead. When you say, “sorry for being a jerk” the other person is forced to either call you a jerk or say it wasnt a big deal. Instead, say “thank you for being so being so patient with me” so the other person has a reason to say they love you.”—
I saw this gem on Reddit tonight. It was posted under a topic of “What ‘little’ things you can do to improve your relationship with your significant other.” I’m definitely taking this piece of advice with me into my next relationship. (via bbgrrl)