“Eight percent of college men have either attempted or successfully raped. Thirty percent say they would rape if they could get away with it. When the wording was changed to “force a woman to have sex,” the number jumped to 58%. Worse still, 83.5% argue that “some women look like they are just asking to be raped.”—Margo Maine, Ph.D. (Body Wars)
Few know the secret, the parasitic delicacy that is my essence, its poison bite, and my dreams of liberation via nooses.
Inevitable, as it is, most have already erased my image from their memory and those who know me now are soon to follow in suit.
I believe no more in lasting connection, but apathy that trails behind the breaking of a soul when the rolling beads of attractions condensation fade into a vapor of disinterest, and the awaiting cease of affection, always just down the road from initial infatuation, all but dries the ocean of any previously known body of blankets that once churned with passion, coaxed by the hand of an intimate connection that dissipates, so suddenly, on the breath of a delicate breeze.
I forfeit the idea, I once believed in, of a possible satisfaction that could withstand the erosion of time for the simple minds of humans so quickly, from excitement, yawn in boredom and, jaded, I see no way to face the impending separation of lovers, of family, of friends, without saying
"I knew it’d be such as this, that fate would deny me a lasting haven from the constant departure of hearts I only longed to called home…”
“Never mind the vicious nonsense of claiming that an embryo has a “right to life.” A piece of protoplasm has no rights—and no life in the human sense of the term. One may argue about the later stages of a pregnancy, but the essential issue concerns only the first three months. To equate a potential with an actual, is vicious; to advocate the sacrifice of the latter to the former, is unspeakable… . Observe that by ascribing rights to the unborn, i.e., the nonliving, the anti-abortionists obliterate the rights of the living: the right of young people to set the course of their own lives. The task of raising a child is a tremendous, lifelong responsibility, which no one should undertake unwittingly or unwillingly. Procreation is not a duty: human beings are not stock-farm animals. For conscientious persons, an unwanted pregnancy is a disaster; to oppose its termination is to advocate sacrifice, not for the sake of anyone’s benefit, but for the sake of misery qua misery, for the sake of forbidding happiness and fulfillment to living human beings.”—
This might be the only point of agreement I share with Ayn Rand on anything, but she’s absolutely spot-on with this one!
"You think graffiti is ugly? Gigantic posters of ridiculous photo shopped guys in their underwear, advertisements for companies that exploit children in the third world, signs prohibiting your movement and telling you what to do, that's what's ugly to me. Advertisers and governments want to control you, graffiti artists just want to let you know they exist."
“It’s okay to have a vagina. It’s not okay to be a vagina,” says an close male friend to me after I remarked that a TV show might be too violent for me to continue watching. “What makes you think it’s okay to say that to anyone?” I ask. “It’s a common colloquialism I use,” he says. I feel utterly betrayed, hurt, and silenced by this.
Rape culture is when men feel so entitled to have access to women that they throw bowling balls at us when they are denied.
See, Augusta? Men have it just as bad because women call them “pigs” and “misogynists.” This totally happens to guys, too.
God fucking… Ugh… The worst part of me coming across this? My (male) friends saw this title and started laughing their asses off because they’re so fucking detached and desensitized… It makes me honestly question if they are human.