If you’re already decrying women for “causing” men to lust after them by dressing immodestly, how much of a stretch is it to assign some responsibility to women who are raped? Is it really so hugely different when someone says that a woman shouldn’t have made out with a guy if she didn’t want to have vaginal intercourse because how could she expect him to be able to stop, or that a rape victim’s behavior or clothing proved too “tempting” for her rapist to resist? Is it really that different when someone argues that a woman who attends a party with alcohol is “asking for it,” since how could she really wear a miniskirt and expect the men there to control themselves?

In the end, I don’t think it should be hard to see the truly damaging nature of the idea that a woman can “cause” a man to stumble by not wearing enough clothing, and I don’t think it’s possible to advocate modesty without buying into this.

How the Modesty Doctrine Fuels Rape Culture

The mermaid is an archetypal image that represents a woman who is at ease in the great waters of life, the waters of emotion and sexuality. She shows us how to embrace our instinctive sexuality and sensuality so that we can affirm the essence of our feminine nature, the wisdom of our bodies, and the playfulness of our spirits.

She symbolizes our connection with our deepest instinctive feelings, our wild and untamed animal nature that exists below the surface of outward personalities. She is able to respond to her mysterious sexual impulses without abandoning her more human, conscious side.

What happened to the girls who dreamed of being mermaids?

Anita Johnston, Eating in the Light of the Moon: How Women Can Transform Their Relationship with Food Through Myths, Metaphors, and Storytelling (via granosdegranada)

(via chasingfictions)

I read several dozen stories a year from miserable, lonely guys who insist that women won’t come near them despite the fact that they are just the nicest guys in the world.

..I’m asking what do you offer? Are you smart? Funny? Interesting? Talented? Ambitious? Creative? OK, now what do you do to demonstrate those attributes to the world? Don’t say that you’re a nice guy — that’s the bare minimum.

“Well, I’m not sexist or racist or greedy or shallow or abusive! Not like those other douchebags!”

I’m sorry, I know that this is hard to hear, but if all you can do is list a bunch of faults you don’t have, then back the fuck away..

..Don’t complain about how girls fall for jerks; they fall for those jerks because those jerks have other things they can offer. “But I’m a great listener!” Are you? Because you’re willing to sit quietly in exchange for the chance to be in the proximity of a pretty girl (and spend every second imagining how soft her skin must be)? Well guess what, there’s another guy in her life who also knows how to do that, and he can play the guitar. Saying that you’re a nice guy is like a restaurant whose only selling point is that the food doesn’t make you sick. You’re like a new movie whose title is This Movie Is in English, and its tagline is “The actors are clearly visible”.

David Wong, 6 Harsh Truths That Will Make You a Better Person (via creatingaquietmind)

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justplainsomething:

alloysius-g:

Why I Need Feminism
I’ve gotten into so many arguments about feminism and why it’s relevant lately both on and off the internet I decided to make one of these. 
That’s me. The pic on the left is what I look like. That’s what I wear to work, going out, everywhere. 
On the right is what I would want to wear going out and hell even going for a coffee with my friends. I never do, though, because I’m afraid.
I’m afraid of the panic attack I have everytime a guy I don’t know touches me. Even if it’s on the arm and not threatening at all I feel so uncomfortable by unwanted physical attention I get physically ill.
I’m afraid that what happened when I once did go out in that dress might happen again: getting eye drops in my pint.
What angers me the most is when girls say they’re not feminists or that they don’t need feminism. WE ALL NEED IT. We all need a world where a girl can wear whatever she wants and 
a) not get judged for wearing it and
b) doesn’t have to be afraid
It’s a joke in my circle of friends that I look like a 14-year-old boy. I don’t mind the joke, because it’s accurate and kind of funny to me. After reading up on feminism and all that on tumblr and following discussions and THINKING about thins stuff I realised why I feel more comfortable like that.
It’s because in the world I live in, it’s safer to be a 14-year-old boy than a 28-year-old woman.

It’s because in the world I live in, it’s safer to be a 14-year-old boy than a 28-year-old woman.

justplainsomething:

alloysius-g:

Why I Need Feminism

I’ve gotten into so many arguments about feminism and why it’s relevant lately both on and off the internet I decided to make one of these. 

That’s me. The pic on the left is what I look like. That’s what I wear to work, going out, everywhere. 

On the right is what I would want to wear going out and hell even going for a coffee with my friends. I never do, though, because I’m afraid.

I’m afraid of the panic attack I have everytime a guy I don’t know touches me. Even if it’s on the arm and not threatening at all I feel so uncomfortable by unwanted physical attention I get physically ill.

I’m afraid that what happened when I once did go out in that dress might happen again: getting eye drops in my pint.

What angers me the most is when girls say they’re not feminists or that they don’t need feminism. WE ALL NEED IT. We all need a world where a girl can wear whatever she wants and 

a) not get judged for wearing it and

b) doesn’t have to be afraid

It’s a joke in my circle of friends that I look like a 14-year-old boy. I don’t mind the joke, because it’s accurate and kind of funny to me. After reading up on feminism and all that on tumblr and following discussions and THINKING about thins stuff I realised why I feel more comfortable like that.

It’s because in the world I live in, it’s safer to be a 14-year-old boy than a 28-year-old woman.

It’s because in the world I live in, it’s safer to be a 14-year-old boy than a 28-year-old woman.

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Women feel more guilt than men, not because of some weird chromosomal issue but because they have a history of being blamed for other people’s behavior. You get hit, you must have annoyed someone; you get raped, you must have excited someone; your kid is a junkie, you must have brought him up wrong.
Guilt Poisons Women by Germaine Greer (via mymangotree)

(via choosechoice)

“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow.” - Mary Anne Radmacher”

Give up defining yourself - to yourself or to others. You won’t die. You will come to life. And don’t be concerned with how others define you. When they define you, they are limiting themselves, so it’s their problem. Whenever you interact with people, don’t be there primarily as a function or a role, but as the field of conscious presence. You can only lose something that you have, but you cannot lose something that you are. 

Eckhart Tolle  (via thatkindofwoman)

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Confession

I’m often confused by consent and I do not feel like I have ever experienced a major violation of my consent. But still- I’m confused by what I want and what is expected of me. I was raised in a very traditional household where we were expected to save sex for marriage. Rape was an unspeakable tragedy. We did not talk about it, aside from constantly worrying about how much our outfits might reveal.

Like most girls in their early teens I was curious about sex. But I knew that it was off limits until I was off an age to marry. I wasn’t very popular so I didn’t run into pressure to explore. I often wonder what it would have been like to have learned about sex slowly. I wish I had the make-out sessions of middle school that didn’t always end with your clothes off (like it does when you’re an adult). I wish I had that chance to learn to about sex normally.

No. Instead I wrote in my diary, afraid that god was watching, about the fantastic sex I would have with my husband someday. It wasn’t enough and I was afraid to ask. It didn’t matter if a boy was cute because he wouldn’t live up to my parents standards- I quickly derived a list of the traits I thought I could get away with (not all the traits that my parents would want): good person from a strong family, no divorce. When I was 17 I allowed myself to have my first crush on such a person. It was magical- but it also left torn up, ready to scream, too anxious to sleep - I had been saving everything I was and am for that person. Everything. That’s a lot of emotion to dump on a person. 

Anyways, going to back to my early teens. I was curious about sex and had no one to talk to. I had no outlet. My best friend was also a Christian and so we could not talk about sex. I was often jealous that she was allowed to wear somewhat low-cut tops (the sort that show cleavage only when you bend over).

I was alone and curious. Knowing that sex was off-limits did not make that curiosity go away. It made me ashamed. I thought about ways that I might be able to have sex sooner. I thought about rape.

This is very hard to say and express because I do not want there to be any confusion about what that means to me. I feel as if my circumstances forced me to think about rape in that way- that my curiosity was so great I wanted to be taken- I wanted to learn- I wanted someone, anyone and I didn’t care who to take on that role.

I’m so lucky no one did.

I feel like ‘purity culture’ is something that overlaps with the much discussed ‘rape culture’ and this is the perspective I am coming from. I feel like when we are raised with confusing messages about our sexuality it muddles our ability to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ and to know if that is something we want or if it is something we are doing out of fear, obligation, uncertainty or shame. If I wanted to explore sex at a young age I was supposed to not only be passive- but kicking and screaming- and even that might not be good enough because that little question would be in my head “you wanted that- you deserved that”

It’s fucked up that this was the only way I could ‘safely’ think about sex without being ‘immoral’

To say that I fantasized about rape is not to say that rape is good or that I want to be raped or that anyone actually wants to be raped- there is a big difference between a ‘fantasy’ and an action and I hope that is obvious to anyone reading this.

And every time we glorify the sexual purity of a girl, which is a personal and intimate thing, every time we shame girls who don’t match virginal standards that diminish their value as an intelligent, independent human and instead assign their worth to their vagina, we are also encouraging the destruction of their lives at the hand of a sexual assailant.
Are we pressured to remain sexually pure?
This is not a blog about rape- this is a blog about BREAKING rape. This is not a safe place. This is about the darker side of repressed sexuality (hetronormative or otherwise).

Refusing to acknowledge sex does not make it go away; instead we have been perpetuating a darker sexual culture.

What does 'rape culture' look like to me: someone who was deeply curious but never touched or hurt directly?

It's scary- it scares me- but maybe it'll help show the world why sex is better with consent.

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