What people are doing by being anti-feministDismissing that women's health is still under attack in 2014 (soon to be 2015)Dismissing that approximotly 1.3 milion women are victims of domestic violenceDismissing that 1 in 3 women are raped in their lives Dimissing that cat-calling is still an issueDismissing that women are still payed on average 75¢ on the dollar compared to men (which gets lower depending on your racial background and skin pigment)Dismissing that women are less likely to get a job than menDismissing that women's opinions are less likely to be taken seriously than of a mansDismissing the fact that patriarchy is still a thingDismissing that women in other parts of the world are still being sold into slavery, sex trafficing, and child marriages. Dismissing that women are still being slut shamed and victim blamed after sexual assault, domestic abuse and leaked nudesDismissing that 93% of women who killed their husbands were abused by themDismissing that in different parts of the world, wome
FluidDon't assume I'm a womanJust because I have breastsJust because I wear a dressJust because I carry a purseJust because I wear soft colorsJust because I wear makeupJust because I style my hairJust because I speak in a sweet voiceDon't assume I'm a manJust because my chest is flatJust because I wear baggy clothesJust because I lug around a heavy backpackJust because I wear dark colorsJust because my jawline is shadedJust because I have short hairJust because I speak in a deeper voiceThe only thing you can assume I am...Is me.
Coercion and Consent I covered his eyes, "Guess who!" then thrust the bulge of my pants against his backside. "Not now, Marcellus." "Awww, c'mon, let's fuck!" I said, flopping on the bed, rolling over playfully. I played with a nipple and eyed him seductively. But he only sighed. "I really don't feel like it." I sat up and attempted to kiss up his neck and face, but he moved away. I folded my arms and pouted, muttering darkly, but my childish display of course didn't phase him. He's never been one for the pouting, but I can't help but do it. "Come oooonnn," I whined, stretching and rolling on the bed, big doe eyes and hands together, in an attempt to be subby. "Lookit, I'm being cute, you wike da coot wight?" I said, making kissy face and smooching in the air. "I'm just not in the mood," he said exhaustively. I blinked in confusion, then sat
A Sociopath's Six Word DiaryBirthLoveless parents orphaned me at first sightChildhoodAbuse and neglect engulfed their hatred Family Broken... God's gift -- He hates me Friendship Drives the backstab deeper each time Daylight and People Delicious poison burying me with lies Hurt... Day by day only pain existsTeenage YearsDrama, drama, drama...led by drama Relationships Are just like the movies: Stupid The cuts... Never meant to be so cold... Peace and Serenity They all died? God that's good.AdulthoodCold and alone -- no