"Go to him, stay with him if you can, but be prepared to bleed"
James Blake - A Case Of You
14/4/13, 3 notes
(Source: lifelovingsonofabitch)
"Boys are rarely told that their virginity is a gift, or indeed that their sexuality is about “giving” something to another person – lightly or not. Boys “get laid”, “get lucky”, “get some”. They “take a girl’s virginity”, “take advantage”; if they’re thoughtful, they “take their time”. Boys are not taught to think of themselves or their virginity as something to be offered up, unwrapped and enjoyed."
Emily Maguire in ‘Like a Virgin’ for The Monthly
13/4/13, 32483 notes
(Source: lyrianfleming, via ixnay-on-the-oddk)
"Se o corpo da mulher é ainda visto como “de todos”, como acontece no caso daquelas que usam a sexualidade para “vender”, fica ainda mais difícil ter noção de que o corpo lhes pertence. Que é só seu. Que ninguém, ninguém pode tocá-lo sem consentimento. […] Acabarmos com a cultura do estupro é um processo social, coletivo, mas também individual. Nós temos que encarar nossos corpos como nossos e de mais ninguém, além de repensarmos o sexo, transformando-o no que realmente é: prazeroso e consensual. Qualquer coisa fora disso é agressão."
Texto da @NadiaLapa para a Carta Capital.
12/4/13, 21 notes
(Source: slutshamingdetected)
I just don’t like this tumblr anymore, so I made another one.
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http://lilith-devour.tumblr.com/
When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
1/4/13, 257607 notes
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