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I've seen a lot of things going around about how people should go to prison for claiming rape and then saying it didn't happen. Reminder that victims are often coerced into "taking it back." In the many cases in which the victim knew their rapist, they are often guilted into saying it didn't really happen. Even without such overt pressure, victims will sometimes say it didn't happen simply because of how much they wish it didn't really happen, and how much they wish they didn't have to deal with the fallout. The psychological trauma that can follow denying your own sexual assault is tremendous. Don't make it worse for closeted victims by calling for prison sentencing.
"I am not going to go pee. I just peed like five minutes ago, I refuse to let my bladder win." "That's not how it works..." "I. Refuse."
Tumblr: *rolls out “best stuff first”*
My blog:
"You didn't look at me for thirty seconds. I guess I'll just burn myself now." Caramel is the Overly Attched Girlfriend of the food world.
I love my social networking echo-chamber. Half of the "real world" tries to feed me bullshit about what I do or don't deserve as a brown, bisexual, poor, biracial , chubby woman, while much of the other half acts like that shit's at least up for debate in order to appear "able to have a rational conversation." You're goddamn right I created a virtual room in which people support me. The evils of the echo-chamber only need to be worried about if you already have fair representation outside of your chamber.
I want to address the white people who say nothing about being “part Indian” until you’re defending the racism and/or appropriation of your friends or fandom:
Fuck you.
Is there a word for "suspicious yet thorough enjoyment of compliments which causes intense self-consciousness?" There needs to be.
A new fun thing I started doing: eating ice cream while reading particularly toxic "thinspirational" vitriol.