January 2011
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The law discriminates against rape victims in a manner which would not be tolerated by victims of any other crime. In the following example, a holdup victim is asked questions similar in form to those usually asked a victim of rape.
“Mr. Smith, you were held up at gunpoint on the corner of 16th and Locust?”
“Yes.”
“Did you struggle with the robber?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“He was armed.”
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there is something sharp and hard lodged in my chest, underneath my ribs, it aches like a gaping wound that won’t close.
sometimes i wonder if its throbbing is really the slow dull beat of a broken heart against a wall of bone and flesh.
“All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is...”
– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via tangledsky)
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I want to kiss your bloodied knuckles until your fist loosens, slip my hand into yours, and not let go until the wounds heal.
(I wish I could give you the stars, so you would not have to reach for them. You murmur angry things in your sleep, darling, and I will be the wall you level your blows at if need be. They told me time heals all wounds, and I have scars already.)
(I wish I could be...
Why I missed the internet
If you care.
I’m fat and more than a little crazy and have very low self esteem. And here, I’m reminded that I am not alone, that fat women are beautiful and fabulous and sexy, that my moods, crushing depression and other assorted mental imbalances need not be the end of the world, and that there are other people like me on the planet.
Those things are kind of awesome. So I missed...
Hi, tumblr.
I missed you.