Vicious eyes

As you walk down the street
Maybe it’s midday, hot as hell
Maybe it’s the witching hour, and the shadows around you twist and curl like claws

But the time doesn’t matter.
You’re walking, listening to music,
But you look up,
And you see the group
It’s all grown men.
You contemplate crossing the street
Just to be safe
But you know that might get you
Into a worse position

You put your head down,
Turn the music up
And trudge on

You start to regret your choice of clothes.
If it’s hot you’re wearing shorts, a tank top, if it’s cold, you wore your favorite sweater.

You look at your hands, that start to tremble, and you see you’re coming up on the group.

The first one looks up,
His face goes from one of surprise
To some mutated, evil grin.
He nudges his friend, and now they’re all looking at you.

You avoid eye contact,
but you can feel their predatory stares, you can hear their panting,
animalistic breathing
over your headphones,
and you can almost smell
their badly hidden desire to grab at you.

They say something,
and if you react,
you’re just egging them on
If you turn around angry, you’re crazy
If you try to laugh it off
you get this slimy film
crawling all over you,
knowing you just made them think
it’s okay to look at us like that.

You’re 13,
walking home from school, in a skirt.
A middle aged man
tries to call you over,
saying things like
‘nice legs, what’s between them.’
You cross the street
and pretend that you don’t hear him,
his eyes seem to follow you all the way home.

You’re 15,
walking home from sports practice,
it’s dark and you try to walk fast
you know the risks.
Someone comes up behind you,
grabs your arm,
and you panic,
you swing your gymbag
thank goodness
your cleats were right there.
He falls back and you sprint.
You get home,
out of breath and
heart trying to break out of your chest.
Your arm is bruised and feels disgusting.
You realize, nowhere is really safe, there’s vicious eyes everywhere.

You’re 17, you trust him,
he couldn’t hurt you.
He would never!
You do some little thing
He looks at you
and you know those eyes
They’re not the eyes of your lover.
They’re vicious.

He comes close to you,
And you want to back up.
But you’re frozen.
He lifts his hand, and
Like that it’s over. Hopefully.
He’ll realize what’s been done,
Maybe he’ll apologize

Every time a woman
Has to clench her teeth
Or has her trust broken
Her heart
gets closer and closer to
Becoming cold and hard
As diamond.

You’re back to walking down the street,
The men watch like pigs
Before they get fed.
You know you’re strong,
you know that it’s just words.
But they’re not okay.
When the first one tries to whistle,
It’s better to be a crazy bitch
Than to let their vicious eyes
Continue demeaning us.

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We tried to do everything that was taboo. Bestiality, drug injections, and everything that is completely derogatory towards women. Because all three of us are happily married with children, we were like, “We’re the perfect guys to make fun of this.” People say, “Hey, do you think this is degrading to women?” I’m like, “Of course it is. What a pleasure it is to degrade a woman. I’ve never gotten to do that before. I’ve always respected women.”
ROBIN THICKE LITERALLY SPOKE THESE WORDS (via queen-of-chalices)

Oh, sexism in the media. Who knew?

gentledom

realmendonotrape:

satanicnoodle:

It’s not about men or women.

Nobody should ever hit anyone.

Nobody should ever rape anyone.

Nobody should ever murder anyone.

Nobody should ever beat anyone.

Nobody should ever threaten anyone.

Nobody should ever insult anyone.

cherryblossomsandpoisonedyouth
witchlingfumbles:

allthingshyper:

shadowstep-of-bast:

hate-my-human:

secretcallgirl:

kokilax:

randomizeyourmind:

Rape has become endemic in South Africa, so a medical technician named Sonette Ehlers developed a product that immediately gathered national attention there. Ehlers had never forgotten a rape victim telling her forlornly, “If only I had teeth down there.”
Some time afterward, a man came into the hospital where Ehlers works in excruciating pain because his penis was stuck in his pants zipper.
Ehlers merged those images and came up with a product she called Rapex. It resembles a tube, with barbs inside. The woman inserts it like a tampon, with an applicator, and any man who tries to rape the woman impales himself on the barbs and must go to an emergency room to have the Rapex removed.
When critics complained that it was a medieval punishment, Ehlers replied tersely, “A medieval device for a medieval deed.” 
- Half the Sky, Nicholas Kristof

REBLOGGING THIS. x1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

A medieval device for a medieval deed - yes.

This is perfect

BLESS THIS PERSON

I BOW TO THIS INTENTION

Can we talk about how beautifully this turns rape culture on its head? Instead of “If they weren’t dressed like that they wouldn’t have been raped” THIS IS LITERALLY “IF THEY HADN’T TRIED TO RAPE SOMEONE THEY  WOULDN’T HAVE SPIKES IN THEIR DICK”*


If you want to go out to tape someone, you had better face the consequences.

witchlingfumbles:

allthingshyper:

shadowstep-of-bast:

hate-my-human:

secretcallgirl:

kokilax:

randomizeyourmind:

Rape has become endemic in South Africa, so a medical technician named Sonette Ehlers developed a product that immediately gathered national attention there. Ehlers had never forgotten a rape victim telling her forlornly, “If only I had teeth down there.

Some time afterward, a man came into the hospital where Ehlers works in excruciating pain because his penis was stuck in his pants zipper.

Ehlers merged those images and came up with a product she called Rapex. It resembles a tube, with barbs inside. The woman inserts it like a tampon, with an applicator, and any man who tries to rape the woman impales himself on the barbs and must go to an emergency room to have the Rapex removed.

When critics complained that it was a medieval punishment, Ehlers replied tersely, “A medieval device for a medieval deed.” 

- Half the Sky, Nicholas Kristof

REBLOGGING THIS. x1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

A medieval device for a medieval deed - yes.

This is perfect

BLESS THIS PERSON

I BOW TO THIS INTENTION

Can we talk about how beautifully this turns rape culture on its head? Instead of “If they weren’t dressed like that they wouldn’t have been raped” THIS IS LITERALLY “IF THEY HADN’T TRIED TO RAPE SOMEONE THEY  WOULDN’T HAVE SPIKES IN THEIR DICK”*

If you want to go out to tape someone, you had better face the consequences.

fuckyeahwomenprotesting

How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: don’t talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works.

Don’t say anything if she’s lost weight. Don’t say anything if she’s gained weight.

If you think your daughter’s body looks amazing, don’t say that. Here are some things you can say instead:

“You look so healthy!” is a great one.

Or how about, “you’re looking so strong.”

“I can see how happy you are – you’re glowing.”

Better yet, compliment her on something that has nothing to do with her body.

Don’t comment on other women’s bodies either. Nope. Not a single comment, not a nice one or a mean one.

Teach her about kindness towards others, but also kindness towards yourself.

Don’t you dare talk about how much you hate your body in front of your daughter, or talk about your new diet. In fact, don’t go on a diet in front of your daughter. Buy healthy food. Cook healthy meals. But don’t say “I’m not eating carbs right now.” Your daughter should never think that carbs are evil, because shame over what you eat only leads to shame about yourself.

Encourage your daughter to run because it makes her feel less stressed. Encourage your daughter to climb mountains because there is nowhere better to explore your spirituality than the peak of the universe. Encourage your daughter to surf, or rock climb, or mountain bike because it scares her and that’s a good thing sometimes.

Help your daughter love soccer or rowing or hockey because sports make her a better leader and a more confident woman. Explain that no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop needing good teamwork. Never make her play a sport she isn’t absolutely in love with.

Prove to your daughter that women don’t need men to move their furniture.

Teach your daughter how to cook kale.

Teach your daughter how to bake chocolate cake made with six sticks of butter.

Pass on your own mom’s recipe for Christmas morning coffee cake. Pass on your love of being outside.

Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages. It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants.

Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.

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So much yes in this.

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