I don’t care if you were wearing a dress, you said no.
I don’t care if you were high, you said no. I don’t care if you put yourself in a “stupid situation”, you said no. We need to stop preaching, “don’t get raped” And start teaching, “don’t rape” Because I don’t care if you were drunk, if your top was sheer, if your breasts are large, your legs are long, if your shorts were low, or if you originally said yes, you said no.
“Femininity is just something that comes from within. It doesn’t necessarily have to present itself in the physical or tangible sort of way, but I think it’s something that you feel and is innate within you. I really celebrate femininity in its provocative sense.”—Sutan Amrull, aka Raja (via fuckyeahraja)
Every man has the right to walk out on the woman they got pregnant. Every man has the choice not to care for the children he knocked her up with. Every man has the choice not have anything to do with that child.
So why, suddenly, do woman not have the choice to terminate an…
Trigger warning: Transphobia. Physical violence against transperson.
“Where am I supposed to go??” The plaintive cry of a transwoman in between savage beatings as two teen girls in Baltimore respond to her mere presence with extreme violence. It seems this individual, who is clearly presenting as female, regardless of her personal identity or legal sex, attempted to use the bathroom deemed socially appropriate for her at the time. The results were violent and potentially lethal.
The manager, employees, and other customers, with a single ineffective exemption, look on, laughing, shouting, commenting to one another - and of course, filming with cell phones, which is how we get the privilege of watching this entire horrifying incident unfold.
She left without saying anything (of course), so I went and took a shower because I thought I might feel a little better. And then in the shower, I gave myself a pep talk, that I was going to approach her when she got back and ask what’s going on.
When I got out, she had her door shut again.
I’m two seconds away from texting her damn phone with “I’ll have my shit out by next weekend.” I just give up.