Because the word “rape” is considered a joke.
Because over 70% of women let their partners fuck them when they don’t want it.
Because 17% of American women have been the victim of sexual assault at some point in their lives.
Because only 39% of rapists get reported to the police, and only 3% of them go to jail.
Because about 13% of the rape victims commit suicide.
Because the third time I got raped, he put a knife to my throat and told me he would kill me if I said I didn’t want it.
Because when I wanted to report him, people told me I couldn’t because I hadn’t said “no” to him.
Because at least half of all babies born to minor women are fathered by adult men. (10+ years age difference)
Because I can’t wear a skirt without being told “I’m asking for it.”
Because when I went to a party when I was 14 and I wore a skirt and a guy kept touching my ass all night, my mother told me it shouldn’t have happened if I wore sweatpants.
Because a 16 year old girl who had her first orgasm while getting raped, had to watch her 34 (!) year old rapist go free because she had had an orgasm.
Because when my guy friend told me and some friends he got raped by a women when he was 12, a “friend” laughed at him and said he should be happy he got laid that young.
Because my 17 year old best friend’s parents let her 14 year old brother walk outside until 12pm, but she has to be home at 10.
Because a guy from my old school got raped by another guy, but because he is gay, they said it wasn’t considered rape.
Because a 19 year old lesbian got raped by a guy, and he didn’t go to prison because he said “he only tried to turn her straight so she would get accepted by her parents”
Because in some cultures, girls (and boys) still get thrown out of the family because some guy/girl sexually assaulted them.
Because they’re still teaching girls to walk faster at night instead of teaching guys they shouldn’t rape.
Because I have to explain why rape makes me angry.
Why I am fucking angry - D.A.N (the-fault-in-our-scars)
I said yes because I felt it was too much trouble to say no. I said yes because I didn’t want to have to defend my “no,” qualify it, justify it - deserve it. I said yes because I thought I was so ugly and fat that I should just take sex every time it was offered, because who knew when it would be offered again. I said yes to partners I never wanted in the first place, because to say no at any point after saying yes for so long would make our entire relationship a lie, so I had to keep saying yes in order to keep the “no” I felt a secret. That is such a messed-up way to live, such an awful way to love.
So these days, I say yes only when I mean yes. It does require some vigilance on my part to make sure I don’t just go on sexual automatic pilot and let people do whatever. It forces me to be really honest with myself and others. It makes me remember that loving myself is also about protecting myself and defending my own borders. I say yes to me.
Margaret Cho, “Yes Means Yes” (via makojaeger)
So in the past month I was promoted to a position I have been dying to have. Then two weeks later I was offered a full time position with the company. I have been dying to be full time for well over 2 years so it’s about time. I did have to withdraw my applications for other jobs within the company since I accepted a position which kind of sucked. I want to explore the company outside of my branch.
Me and my boyfriend are still doing wonderful and I can’t wait to see how we progress more.
After working for the same place since high school and after three years I finally received a promotion. I have been working my butt off and trying so hard. Yeah the raises have been nice but to finally have an actual promotion/raise is so amazing. I have been needing this push for so long. Today was awesome. Yay yay yay. Sooo long Teller and hello Service Representative role!
do not flirt with women when they are at work
do not take advantage of women who are in situations where they cannot say no or be blunt
this kills me and is my number one problem with my job. I sometimes have to email my male coworkers to come stand by me because guys just won’t stop when I’m alone. the worst is when they’re married and the wife likely has no idea. all I ask for is respect.