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Rape culture

I was sexually assaulted again.  A couple weeks ago.  It was a friend of a friend.  It wasn’t as bad this time.  He didn’t pin me down and try to rape me, like the previous guy did, but he did repeatedly grope me as I tried to sleep–while each time I told him to get away from me–and he eventually put his hand in my pants.  And guess what?

It’s my fault.  Again.

I’m making it up for attention.  Again.

I’m making it up to get revenge on him.  Again.

I must’ve been leading him on.  Again.

I must’ve done something to deserve it.  Again.

If it really happened, I would’ve screamed.  Again.

If it really happened, I would’ve called the police.  Again.

It’s my fault again.  It’s always my fault.

And hey, bonus, here’s a new one: I must’ve fooled around with him willingly, then pretended it wasn’t consensual in the morning so my boyfriend couldn’t get mad at me.

These are the thoughts that people have had about me since I spoke up.  These are the thoughts that people have had about me, because a man believed he was entitled to my body, and I told him no.

Again.

Links Post

In case you haven’t seen “Porn Sex vs Real Sex: The Differences Explained with Food,” here it is for you.

I’m in love with the new schmoyoho song.

If there’s a tie on your kid’s door, don’t come in, because she’s probably practicing safe and responsible sex with her partner.

In response to the high incidence of rape in India, a satirical PSA was released, and it’s great.*

A critique of sex-positive feminism as it leads to compulsory sexuality.

Salton City seems interesting to visit and document.

If you exhibit these signs of post-concert depression, you might just be a groupie.

*At one point, it’s implied that all rape is committed by a man against a woman.  Of course, this isn’t true, and that needs to be acknowledged.