Every time I speak out about sexual harassment, sexual assault, and rape, someone screams “false accusations” or “innocent until proven guilty” or “women assault men too” or all three at me. Every. Single. Time.
Let me be very clear, I believe survivors. I will never stop believing survivors. Will I be wrong to believe someone at some point? Probably, but it’s highly unlikely, so I will always err on the side of believing someone who says they have been harassed or assaulted. Always. Continue reading “I’ll never stop believing survivors”
I am so beyond fed up that I can’t even adequately express myself, it seems, but here goes (because when I’m fed up or riled up, I blog).
For any of you who feel you need some history on my own experiences, here is a blog entry a wrote a few years ago about having been sexually assaulted. I have been sexually harassed on an extremely regular basis since I was 11 years old. I have been touched by men when I haven’t wanted to be touched. I have been repeatedly bothered by men who couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. I have been – for all intents and purposes – stalked by two men I dated for a short time each; one for the better part of a year, the other for more than two years. Continue reading “Fed up”
…this show is so bad.
I don’t know if I have thirteen reasons, actually, so I’m not going to enumerate them, but I do have very strong feelings about this show. Here goes.
Continue reading “13 Reasons Why…”
I originally wrote this a little more than four years ago and published it on another blog. The response was overwhelming. I am re-publishing it here today, with some edits, to accompany Monday’s Practical Feminist podcast episode about rape culture and to reassure whomever is reading this and relating to it that they are not alone.
The first thing you have to know about this post is that it will be very difficult for some of you to read. Please tread carefully. Read the tags I’ve put on it and then tread carefully.
There’s been a lot going on in the world of social media and in my life that’s compelled me to write this. It’s deeply personal and, before I even start writing it, I know it’s going to be deeply painful. Continue reading “Piece of meat”