Disagree With Me? Well You Are Transphobic And Ableistic!

And so begins the Demon Rights Movement. Satan has had it the hardest of all.

I hate living in Texas.

#ThingsThatDefinitelyHappened

When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or 'no’ question. I said 'sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.

In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.

And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.

And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.

And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.

And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.

And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.

And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.

And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.

-16 year old girl

Block it like it's hot?

i truly love blocking people

“what about equality-” block’d

“but you don’t mean ALL-” block’d

“this is why no one takes feminists seriously-” block’d

“biological sex is a social-” block’d’d

“you can’y just block everyone because-” BLOCK’D

kitteninautismland:

I never knew there was a guideline for how autistic I had to be to be treated with respect. That to ride on the rollercoaster of adult conversation I had to lay my life experiences out and have them all stack up to hit the line that says, “You must be this autistic to be heard.”

I’ve seen this happen more often than I would like to admit, between myself and my friends within the autistic community. We speak up and we mention our own experiences as an autistic person only to have it shot down. Every time it’s nearly always, “You’re too high functioning to understand, I mean look you’re using a computer.” You don’t have to be verbal to use a computer; many people considered “low functioning” use computers as a way to communicate when they otherwise would be unable to. Computer usage is not a determining factor of how autistic we are.

Without my computer I think I would have killed myself years ago because I had no community, the internet gave me a community, so never assume you understand someone’s story. I do pretty well day to day; I talk, smile, and interact as much as I can. But you know what I can’t do? I can’t go get lunch without wearing earplugs, I can’t sit in bright classrooms without stress stimming by aggressively combing my bangs, I can’t stand wearing shoes, I can’t stand the smell of my own family’s cooking, the list goes on and on.

Every time you tell me that I’m not autistic enough to understand, you assume that you know my story and my life based on a very small snippet you’ve seen through a few words. I’ve been that non-verbal autistic. I’ve seen through the eyes of that child you’re defending your right to ignore and belittle. I’ve been so far gone that I needed to be bathed as an adult, I needed to be fed, and given a schedule. I’m still struggling to function like you assume I do.

You may think that we don’t fit the ‘autistic enough’ ideal, but we’re more autistic than you are and that gives us a unique ability to understand your child.

Stop judging and start taking a moment to learn from us.

Yes, the fact that you are a self-diagnosed Aspie gives you the fucking right to tell other people how to raise their children. Get over yourself.

“Not Autistic Enough”

Port Orchard is the shit.

I was about an hour outside Seattle in a town that, like I said, I'm pretty sure was about an hour away from you! hahaha ever heard of Port Orchard?

Yes I have!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

why doesnt google understand what i want

It done got it.

can u imagine how small the worlds population would be if vaginas had to reach an orgasm in order to get pregnant

What? Nobody said it was. Pretty sure manscaping is a common practice anymore.

Why is body hair only unhygienic when its on a woman’s body?

Also, all black people were slaves before the civil war. And the real reason the colonies wanted to be independent of Great Britain in the first place is because GB was too nice to slaves. Also, Pearl Harbor was carried out by the US Government to get involved in WWII. #PearlHarborTruthist

Things They Don't Teach You in School

•Lincoln believed white people were the superior race •Gandhi hated black people •The CIA brought illegal drugs into the country •Ronald Reagan was the devil •White people mutated from the Dravidian Albinos and would be nothing without POC

Dumbest shit I've seen all day.

people treat self diagnosing as though its just kids ‘trying to be cool’ and searching for another accessory (as if neurodivergence is rewarded and trendy)

self diagnosing is more like people spending their whole life wondering what the hell is going on and why they function differently

self diagnosing is neurodivergent people finding ways to take care of themselves outside of an often abusive medical system

self diagnosing is using resources in order to learn and understand ourselves that doesnt involve costly inaccessible healthcare

if you are anti-self diagnosing you are blatantly stating your opposition to the autonomy of neurodivergent individuals