This evening is hard. It hurts so much when I think about it. When I think about all of the strings that entangle themselves. This mess of strings so weaved together, that its hard to pinpoint the first string. But I think its this one. This one is a man who’s gone. Who’s been gone. Who feels gone even in his presence. I miss him. I miss him more than I love him. And I do love him a lot. Its been over for a long time. Hes been gone for many birthdays, and many Christmases. I miss the way he smells. Every now and then ill pass a man on the street who smells like him. But its never going to be him. I dont even remember what it was like to live with him. I dont remember what it feels like to be his little girl. I dont have any memories. I hear his voice when he says I love you, and then I dont hear that voice say those words again for a long time. He flies and leaves. And goes to his home. I wonder what the percentage of words that come out of his mouth are lies. Those come in by the bulk. Is the I love you a lie? He’s gone gone gone. I dont think he knows he packed a chunk of my heart in his suitcase and now hes gone.
My mom is a special lady. Shes my mom. She does a lot. And she handles things. She handles things she cant even handle. And Im not very nice to her sometimes. I think my mom is going to leave very soon. But not gone like my father. Gone like the way a cold morning in a cemetery looks. If it so happens that my mom should die. I would like to be buried with her.
"At what point do you take girls out of school altogether because boys can’t handle it?"
Parent of a female teen whose school banned leggings
#yesallwomen have a right to an education without fashion policing by sexist administrators
^ this, tho… the message in these ridiculous dress codes remains “boys deserve an undistracted education, and you-GIRL-are a distraction… and your education comes second. You should be grateful, anyway… it’s really more than you deserve.” and i actually am not going to repeat how it reinforces rape culture because really, i’m just so damn tired of the messages we send young women about being nothing more than an accesory in a man’s life… fuck that. and fuck awful myopic dress codes… (via ginandbird)
“Hey sexy lemme talk to you”
“MAN FUCK YOU YOU UGLY ANYWAY HO I WAS JUST PRETENDING TO LIKE YOU 1 CAN GET 3 MORE BITCHES THAT LOOK BETTER THAN YOU”
This Indian actress shut down a reporter for telling her to keep quiet about women’s rights.
THE INTERNATIONAL CLAPBACK
As a proud Indian, I am 100% on-board with Sherawat’s comments. Only people who truly love their country are brave enough to criticize it so it can change for the better, instead of letting it go to the dogs and calling that complacency “patriotic”. Indifference toward your fellow Indians “just because they’re women” is not patriotic. It’s callous, sexist, cowardly and heartless.
When I went back to India last year to visit my extended family in Calcutta and Ahmedabad, every single one of my female cousins reported having been sexually harassed in the last twelve months, either verbally or physically, and often in public, because clearly their harassers felt like they had a social mandate to do whatever they wanted to women, with impunity.
One of my teenage cousins broke down crying when she described how a man in a shared rickshaw masturbated in front of her while gripping her thigh with his spare hand. The rickshaw driver didn’t say anything. Nobody did.
Another teenage cousin (15 years old), said she had recently been propositioned by a middle-aged man, who offered her money in exchange for sex. When she pointed out that not only was she not for sale, but also that he was old enough to be her father, he just shrugged and said that was what he liked about her—that she was so young.
What the flying fuck? I was appalled and horrified and enraged, but there was nothing I could do to assuage my sister’s pain, terror and humiliation. Apparently, even child abusers feel free to do anything they want to girls, because they’re “just” girls, and it is widely believed that females only exist for male pleasure, no matter their age.
All the girls I spoke to expressed their sense of paranoia whenever they went out, and their sense of heightened, constant vulnerability. While girls everywhere feel that vulnerability to some extent (and what a bloody tragedy that is), my cousins in India were absolutely sure they would be harassed at some point. They were just waiting for it to happen. Nobody should have to live with that kind of fear. Let alone girls who haven’t even graduated from school.
Things need to change, and they need to change fast. And if that means having high-profile celebrities like Ms. Sherawat speaking out, then I more than welcome their doing so.
Interviewer: But the question is more, how do you get there? Do you get there by confrontation, violence?
Davis: Oh, is that the question you were asking? Yeah see, that’s another thing. When you talk about a revolution, most people think violence, without realizing that the real content of any revolutionary thrust lies in the principles and the goals that you’re striving for, not in the way you reach them. On the other hand, because of the way this society’s organized, because of the violence that exists on the surface everywhere, you have to expect that there are going to be such explosions. You have to expect things like that as reactions. If you are a black person and live in the black community all your life and walk out on the street everyday seeing white policemen surrounding you… when I was living in Los Angeles, for instance, long before the situation in L.A ever occurred, I was constantly stopped. No, the police didn’t know who I was. But I was a black women and I had a natural and they, I suppose thought I might be “militant.”
And when you live under a situation like that constantly, and then you ask me, you know, whether I approve of violence. I mean, that just doesn’t make any sense at all. Whether I approve of guns.
I grew up in Birmingham, Alabama. Some very, very good friends of mine were killed by bombs, bombs that were planted by racists. I remember, from the time I was very small, I remember the sounds of bombs exploding across the street. Our house shaking. I remember my father having to have guns at his disposal at all times, because of the fact that, at any moment, we might expect to be attacked. The man who was, at that time, in complete control of the city government, his name was Bull Connor, would often get on the radio and make statements like, “Niggers have moved into a white neighborhood. We better expect some bloodshed tonight.” And sure enough, there would be bloodshed. After the four young girls who lived, one of them lived next door to me…I was very good friends with the sister of another one. My sister was very good friends with all three of them. My mother taught one of them in her class. My mother—in fact, when the bombing occurred, one of the mothers of one of the young girls called my mother and said, “Can you take me down to the church to pick up Carol? We heard about the bombing and I don’t have my car.” And they went down and what did they find? They found limbs and heads strewn all over the place. And then, after that, in my neighborhood, all the men organized themselves into an armed patrol. They had to take their guns and patrol our community every night because they did not want that to happen again.