Untitled, undated - by Saul Leiter (1923 – 2013), American
Maybe you still talk about it like it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe you laugh when you tell the story. Maybe you change the details each time, depending on who’s listening. Maybe you say “it was weird” instead of “it was wrong.”
Sometimes, survival looks like contradiction. Like forgetting on purpose. Like trying on different words until one of them feels safe enough to hold.
You don’t owe anyone a neat version of what happened. It was messy. You’re still here. That’s the truth.
"They're not harassing you. That’s just how they talk." Oh okay. I’ll just rewire my nervous system so it understands context.
“There is nothing you can throw at me that I cannot metabolize, no matter how painful or unfair or unjust."
-Maggie Nelson
Fred "touch me not" Gruber finally got let go after his third reprimand.
Dance of the Forest Nymphs by Warren B Davis
Harassment doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it whispers. Sometimes it laughs. And sometimes it just watches to see if you’ll flinch...
Train in vain, O. Winston
“I always knew the world moves on.
I just didn’t know it would go without me.”
📂brain dump / digital diary / untangling the knots💭 words, art, memes, chaos, clarity—whatever helps🔓 navigating the barren landscape—pot holes, craters, aftermath🫀 we believe youSubmit anything.#sexualharassment
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