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I learned that people can easily forget that others are human.

"Prisoner" from the Stanford Prison Experiment (1971)
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A 14 year-old boy was recently raped at knife-point by a 20 year-old woman. When the story broke, it was primarily men who claimed he should have enjoyed it. It was feminists who validated his pain and spoke in support of him.

This is why we need feminism.

(via charlesneedsfeminism)

"but men get raped too-"


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I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.

A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. Glad I’m not the only one.
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The patriarchy taught me
That when a boy’s heart is broken over a girl who does not love him, that is beautiful
A chivalrous sacrifice of self and soul, a bleeding rose of martyrdom
The unfortunate victim of another heartless villainess who will never understand the beauty of young love.
But when a girl’s heart is broken over a boy who does not love her back, she is weak
She is a burden
She is needy, she is clingy, she is a damsel in distress, her emotions are petty, my emotions are petty.

The patriarchy taught me
That women should be small
Smaller than a trophy he can hold in his hand, smaller
Than a collectible coin he can keep in his pocket, the patriarchy said
Women should be plastic ballerinas in music boxes
Singing only in quiet bells
Singing only when opened.

The patriarchy taught me that if a man stands up for himself he is noble, a hero
But a woman who puts up a fight is fussy, bossy, bitch.

The patriarchy taught me
That when I met a man with the Los Angeles breeze at his fingertips and a voice as smooth as sands between my toes
That he should be my manifest destiny
My starting gun and finish line
The only person capable of pulling me up or down.
They told me when he whispered of Pacific sunset in my ear I should smile
Because no girl is beautiful unless a man tells her so.
They told me when he held me close, I should smile
Because I was privileged to have been saved from my crumbling tower by a knight in shining armor.
They told me when he masturbated with my body like a sex toy
I should smile
Because a woman who stands up for herself is a bitch
And I was his object.

The patriarchy told me
That when he left me with his afternoon trash on the sidewalk
I should write him a sad love poem
Because I am nothing without a man.
The patriarchy told me to write myself a eulogy
Apologies and tears, please come back to me, I need you, take me back, I love you.

The patriarchy told me I loved you.
But I am sitting tonight on a city rooftop and the sirens below are better company than you ever were
It is warmer tonight than your bed ever was.

This is the first of our story that I have ever told
Though it rings through my head every night.
Because when a girl falls in love, they say she is needy.
When a girl stays in love for too long, they say she is clingy.
When a girl starts failing her classes, they say she is “going through a phase.”
When a girl is found curled up in a bathroom stall, they say that it’s “something everybody goes through growing up”.
When a girl takes six sleeping pills they say, Jesus Christ, can you just get over it?
When a girl destroys herself for a boy she is weak,
I am weak.
He will always be a hero.

But I am still smiling
Because I have spent the day engaging, learning, wondering,
Making music of my human desires.
Sometimes people still ask me where my home is and I can think of nowhere but the space between your arms and your chest.
Sometimes I still feel like a deflated balloon, straining to fly, but tethered to the human condition.

But I am still rising
Because I have learned that crying for help is not a crime.
I have learned that loneliness is not weakness.
I am rising because I have learned that yearning for attention is not a strain of arrogance, but a strain of humanity.
And I have learned that needing people makes you human, not broken, but real.

And tonight I am standing
Tonight I am singing
From the top of this city
As loudly as I can, this voice,
Was not meant to be silenced, this voice,
Is not broken, I am puzzle pieces
Clicking into place, I am grains of sand
That need no hands to build themselves into castles, I have never believed in fate.
But I believe that I was born to be more than an arrangement, more than a display case trophy, more than a gift that keeps on giving, I believe that I will fly a little more
Every time I can wrestle the fact from my knot of twisted disappointment that this
Is okay.

Once upon a time
I thought kisses were promises.
And the day my levies broke
And the tsunami of your lips rushed in to consume me was the day my brain realized they weren’t
But my heart didn’t care.
These days, I thank God that you’re gone
And I miss you more than anything
And I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.

But the patriarchy told me
To write tearful goodbyes
And I am writing tonight
Not for you
But for those who will listen and enjoy
Those who will listen and learn
Those who will listen and grow.
I am writing for me
I am writing for beauty, creation, love, movement, rest assured
Lover dearest
I will never write you a sad love poem.


what the patriarchy taught me

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Беше полунощ и тя не можеше да заспи. В главата ѝ звучеше песен, която не можеше да прогони.

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