Hell world, this is me.

University of Virginia - Psychology and Women, Gender, & Sexuality - Sigma Kappa - Anti-Sexual Assault Activist

Romans 12:21

I'm from the country and I like it that way.

 

Survivors of Sexual Abuse Share Stories at Take Back the Night

Thankful that I could plan and host this event last night as the kickoff to Take Back the Night at UVA! 

My rapist told me “Don’t try to stop this… We both know it’s going to happen.”

During the battle of recovery, I told myself “Don’t try to stop this… You know it’s going to happen.”

Now I’m telling the world “Don’t try to stop me… It’s happening!”

I’m taking on the world, so watch out. There’s no time to waste hiding in fear or standing in the shadows. Strength is standing up for what’s right even when you’d rather rest. Solidarity is having others making it a little bit easier by doing the same.

My rapist told me “Don’t try to stop this… We both know it’s going to happen.”

During the battle of recovery, I told myself “Don’t try to stop this… You know it’s going to happen.”

Now I’m telling the world “Don’t try to stop me… It’s happening!”

I’m taking on the world, so watch out. There’s no time to waste hiding in fear or standing in the shadows. Strength is standing up for what’s right even when you’d rather rest. Solidarity is having others making it a little bit easier by doing the same.

I Take Back The Night because I am in the light and can now fight for those who stand where I once stood.

I Take Back The Night because I am in the light and can now fight for those who stand where I once stood.

When did my little brother get this big? When did he grow up this much? 

Regardless, I’m overjoyed that we’re finally friends.

When did my little brother get this big? When did he grow up this much?

Regardless, I’m overjoyed that we’re finally friends.

I just want to pour my soul out on someone and not have to worry about the mess I’ve made.

Andrea Slicker (via aworldofexperiences)

(Source: peaceshaker)

if he will not wear your love like armor,
he does not deserve to wear your sheets like a king’s robes.
if he will not go into battle for you,
you do not have to get into bed for him.
and if he tells them that you are a whore,
crush his larynx beneath your boot,
and remind him what a queen is capable of.

you were not made for a beggar’s hands | ell eli (via themilkoviches)

You do not owe anyone anything, but you owe yourself a lot.

This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

(via backshelfpoet)