"NO MEANS YES, YES MEANS ANAL" FRAT BANNED FROM YALE
Yale University didn’t wait for federal civil rights officials to determine whether the presence of the Delta Kappa Epsilon fraternity was contributing to a hostile sexual environment. The University has banned George W. Bush’s old frat from the campus for five years.
In October, members of DKE and pledges gathered at night, near the women’s freshman dorms and chanted ”No Means Yes, Yes Means Anal!” and “My name is Jack, I’m a necrophiliac, I fuck dead women and fill them with my semen.”
This was one of a series of incidents involving frats using misogynistic rituals in their initiation rites. A group of Yale students and alumni alleged in a confidential report to the Department of Education that these and the university’s failure to address complaints about sexual violence on campus constituted a hostile sexual environment. The investigation is ongoing.
Tonight I felt the life drain from the empty husk of a beloved bane as it fell from life to dust. I’ve filled up with sickness before, My life’s been a witness, and whore. Devastation at the sturdy hand of degradation times dropped warning sands at the peak of elevation has my mind swarming farther for answers to bear a soul reforming stronger than it ever before has.
I watched it laughing and dancing captivating, romancing in front of my little physical disease. Never once thought to fight it My only thought was to ride it forfeit my sole possession with ease
and not for free at the cost of my sanity lost in distress, calamity torn from the guilt spilled sunk in me to the hilt, filled to the brim with fuel to burn I begin to release the reigns of my fears and just live
To defy it, a foreign collection of thoughts ignites it Post-ressurection, these rocks thrown at the infection had me STOP between you and I, still left wondering why, what about you makes me willing to sacrifice?
Am I still on the way on the road to being, unswayed, A God of my very own whole? Fuck it, I’m on my way You’re a part of the me I live for today so we’re in highest control of our souls.
And I’ve learned how to lie, how to run, learned to put fucking skull to the gun Learned how to fake, then turn around and watch a pretty heart break
fuck it, this demon I create that I’ve faced and wrapped my reaching fingers like lace around its air supply, it fades, I again comply to the sky’s Embrace. Freedom for one who flies is to have a place to lie, A home to rest again days after an unspoken goodbye.
Home radiates from the heart that it’ll never forget you No matter the scars, the burns, and limbs lost in the stars where you were high as fuck on gratification in assimilation with the population you’ve now faced and overcome the taste of the sugar addictive alleviation
Tonight I did something difficult I looked you in the fucking face and said no No, no, You can’t control I said no You cant have this bitten soul And no I will not again succomb to you I have become become my own being, though screaming yeah you left me wounded, crawling, bleeding but I swallow the toxic memories you were dropping this isn’t a fight it’s a battle for life theres no stopping
so with pride, I am risen and with pride, I am whole and with pride, I overcome and captivate the soul
Well I don’t know what you’ve done, how you taught me to hold on, or how you showed me to fly and rebuild a shattered life I don’t know where we will go To live and push is all I know and from the places I’ve been I’ll crawl, if I must, to the very fucking end