Our area is very squirrelly. You cannot go 2 minutes in our backyard without seeing one run by. Otis used to bark and chase them, but now he can’t be bothered. When a dog loses interest in squirrels, you’ve got too many squirrels.
Warning: this opinion is about rape
Hello, tumblr. My name is Jack. I’m 17 years old. As you can tell by my name, I’m a guy. And last year, I was raped by my older male neighbor. I’d put my tumblr URL here, but I’ve received some disturbing and frankly borderline triggering messages in regards to my rape, so I’d rather not risk it. I hope you understand.
When I first went through my rape, all the supportive posts on tumblr about male rape victims was very comforting. I’m glad people acknowledged that guys could be raped and that they matter.
I eventually had much more bitter feelings towards these posts when I noticed a certain trend with them: almost all of them belittled female rape victims in some way.
Just because someone is talking about girls/women getting raped doesn’t mean you need to derail it with “guys get raped too!”. As long as nobody is denying that fact, it’s unnecessary. Not every conversation about rape has to include all demographics of rape victims. There can be posts about male rape victims only, and there can also be posts about female rape victims only.
It seems like people also act like female rape victims have it soooo easy and should just shut the fuck up, because male rape victims have it harder. A lot of women in my life including my friends and my sister have been raped, and it isn’t any easier for them. They still are told they deserved it, not given the legal attention they deserve, and accused of being liars and bitter sluts. That doesn’t sound easy to me. Male rape victims deal with a unique stigma as well (as in, some people don’t even believe we can get raped, which sucks) but that doesn’t mean it’s much easier for the ladies.
And another thing, why can’t tumblr have one nice photoset or post about male rape victims without some dumbass commenting “Because they’re men, nobody will care” or “This won’t get nearly as many notes as the female version”? Uh, shut the fuck up? You’re ruining the powerful message behind the post. And also, rape isn’t a fucking contest.
This not only pisses me off because I care about women and female rape victims, but it also pisses me off because I get the impression these people don’t actually give a shit about male rape victims at all. They only seem to use us as a prop in arguments to derail discussions of feminism, female victims, etc. by using a vulnerable group who has been through a horrible trauma. How sick is that?
While it’s important to spread awareness of other types of rapes besides male on female, there’s way to do so without derailing or talking over other victims.
So, as a tl;dr to this opinion: if the only time you talk about male rape victims is in some way to downplay or belittle women getting raped, then fuck you. You are a piece of shit, nothing more.
We deserve to be mentioned in our own posts rather than in derailment, and women who have been deserve a chance to talk about their experience without someone derailing saying men can get raped too when nobody was denying that fact. Fuck. You.
This is honestly one of the best things I’ve read in a long time.
Thank you, so many thanks to you Jack for saying this.
Dr. Erskine. Abraham. There’s— no easy way too say this, so — your wife and children were held in a concentration camp near Dachau. Typhus broke out — thousands of inmates died — including your wife, son and daughter. That was in 1937. Schmidt never bothered to tell you so he’d still have leverage.
↳ agent peggy carter and dr abraham erskine, captain america: first vengeance
So the internet just gave my tumblr name a whole new (literal) meaning. I was alerted to a photo of me gathering massive attention via a friend who linked me to a Reddit post titled “Don’t worry guys, I’m taking hipster to the next level.”
Apparently some guy on the train uploaded this photo to twitter it has been spreading like wildfire since. Surprisingly when I read the thread on Reddit a lot of it was positive/supportive. I’m surprised by how unfazed and genuinely funny I find the negative comments. People’s theories as to why I am dressed like this, and who I really am are also really interesting.
I’m dressed like this for a number reasons. Firstly, and fore-mostly, I genuinely like the clothes I am wearing. I’ve described my look as “anywhere from hipster chic to kawaii gangsta Harajuku princess”. This is the epitome of the latter. I love sailor moon, I love pink, those converse are kawaii as fuck and yeah fuck you I’m wearing Prada sunglasses. I don’t really dress like this all the time, but I wish I did more often. I mostly don’t because I want to keep the look fresh. I wore this outfit because I had an art exhibition at my college and wanted to express myself.
I also find men’s fashion extremely limiting in both types of clothes, cuts of clothes and colours. Women have so many beautiful options. So I pillage their aisles a lot because I wanna look pretty.
This was also a statement. As an artist I think fashion is incredibly important. This day, I wanted something that not only reflected my personality and artistic sensibilities but also have some social commentary. A lot of my work, or what I want my work to speak about, is sex and sexuality and notions of gender and gender roles. How many of you knew pink actually use to be associated with boys, not girls? Personally I think the idea of “This is a boy colour”, “This is a girl colour” or “Barbies are for girls”, “Power Rangers are for boys” is dumb as fuck. Creating social and cultural boundaries does nothing but limit the potential of a person. By dressing like this I am breaking that boundary for myself and attempting to reflect that sentiment.
Keeps getting better. Rock on, man.
(A companion to this)
Bucky knocks on the door to the dressing room, smiling when he hears a nervous, “Come in!”
His breath catches when he sees her, frowning at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Emotions he’d thought long suppressed—jealousy, regret, heartbreak—roil through him as he watches her. A deafening chorus of what-if’s and might-have-been’s echo in his head.
And then she turns to him, achingly beautiful in miles of silk and lace and says, “I look stupid.”
Bucky laughs. Being around her always does this to him—the emotional punch to the gut, followed by something that makes him smile, that makes him want to wrap her up in his arms and never let her go. But he’d had his chance. And he’d lost it. “You look beautiful.”
Darcy picks at her voluminous skirts and shakes them crankily. “I look like a meringue.”
"A beautiful meringue," he reassures her, stepping into the room. "Steve sent me to make sure that you didn’t make a run for it."
Just hearing Steve’s name seems to melt the nerves that had been evident in every line of her body when he walked in. ”Ha! He’s not getting rid of me that easily. The question is…how’s he doing? He’s not having second thoughts, is he?”
"Let’s just say Sam’s had to stop him from coming in here to ask if it’d be okay to move the ceremony up." It’s bittersweet, seeing his best friend so stupid in love. A look must have flashed across his face, because Darcy’s laugh turns into a frown. She steps towards him, her gown rustling as she moves, and she studies his face.
"How are you doing?" she asks, because she knows. He’s tried to hide it, but she’s always known him, almost as well as Steve.
He forces a smile. “I’m just the best man. Why would I be nervous?”
"You know what I mean." She doesn’t snap at him, doesn’t glare, just watches him with a little pity, a little regret, and for one crazy nano-second, he’s tempted to take her hand and run out of the church with her. Just as quickly as the thought comes, it vanishes. He could never do that to Steve. And looking at her now, he knows even if he could have, she wouldn’t have gone with him. "We were together first," she whispers, her hand finding his.
"I loved you first," he says, pulling her in for a hug, "but he loves you best. And I’m happy for you. I really am."
When I first got this role I just cried like a baby because I was like, “Wow, next Halloween, I’m gonna open the door and there’s gonna be a little kid dressed as the Falcon.” That’s the thing that always gets me. I feel like everybody deserves that. I feel like there should be a Latino superhero. Scarlett [Johansson] does great representation for all the other girls, but there should be a Wonder Woman movie. I don’t care if they make 20 bucks, if there’s a movie you’re gonna lose money on, make it Wonder Woman. You know what I mean, ’cause little girls deserve that. There’s so many of these little people out here doing awful things for money in the world of being famous. And little girls see that. They should have the opposite spectrum of that to look up to.
Dreamboat, check, awesome human being, check.
#look at your favorites#now back to mackie#sadly your favorites aren’t mackie#but if they stopped being misogynistic assholes#they could be like mackie#look back at this post#this post is now that piece of furniture you’ve always wanted#and he found it in a dumpster#he doesn’t need a horse because he flies on the sighs of angels
I mean I’m not saying there aren’t any good fathers in the world. I’m just saying that to be considered a good dad a man has to do maybe 20% of what a woman has to do to be even a mediocre mom.
Like a picture of a dude giving his baby a bath can get 133,000 notes. But if a woman…
how did steve and nat walk around that mall with just a hoodie and not get recognized i mean if i was in that mall i would have been like “do you smell that? i smell freedom. i smell steve rogers”
[eagle screeches in the background]