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Resources for Male Survivors

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I posted last week asking people if they knew of some good resources for male victims of sexual assault. Here is the list people came up with:

www.malesurvivor.org

www.violenceunsilenced.com

www.rainn.org

www.pandys.org

www.1in6.org

www.soulspeakout.org

http://finallyfeminism101.wordpress.com/

Thanks everyone!

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Thank you to everyone who has reblogged this.
After the post I have just read denying that boys can be abused or raped (I will not say the terrible things that were said about it because I don`t want to trigger any other guys) it means so much to see someone not only believing that boys can be abuse but posting resources for us.

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Notice how it says “having sex” and not “raping”. Source»

This again. Yes it says having sex= consent. She was only in trouble because he was underage. Boys can consent to sex at his age. That is why it is written “having sex” not rape. Rape is forced.

I would add to this: she’s the real victim here. The man new she was vulnerable and lonely and took advantage of that. If anything the, “boy,” should be charged with rape. 

I… am ashamed to be a part of the human race if you are seriously implying that she is the victim after raping her eight year old boy. Are you off your fucking nut? /He/ did not take advantage of her, he is /eight/. Eight. She took advantage of him. I don’t even understand how you have managed to flip that in your mind. It doesn’t make any logical sense, at all. No matter how you look at it.

Seriously. What kind of an eight year old boy thinks of sex with an adult. All the eight year olds are all about games and that stuff. How can you even think that he could come up with these thoughts?

That comment is the sickest thing I’ve ever heard.

Truth is the sickest thing you heard, privileged scum? And you forget, it was an eight year old MALE, you dumb pieces of shit. 

It was an EIGHT YEAR OLD. That’s the bit that needs to be emboldened, you dumb piece of shit. Are you seriously this ignorant, that you think an eight year old boy wanted this? He’s eight. He shouldn’t even know what sex is; he should have a mother to protect and keep him safe. To make him feel happy and secure. The same as a girl. He’s not a lesser being. It’s what all children deserve. Boy or girl. Grow up. Don’t bother. And tell me that you aren’t just doing this for attention; because this is just stupidity..

Males always, 
always are consenting to sex. It’s not the same, this boy won’t be traumatized over it, men can’t be traumatized over it. This woman, however, will be, she’ll have to live with this for the rest of her life, that this man took advantage of her and bullies and rape apologists are attacking her. smh. 

You know what? I won’t even begin to talk about how an EIGHT-YEAR OLD doesn’t even know what sex is or that that’s an age where he probably thinks girls have “cooties”. I’m just gonna ask you a question:

How does an eight-year old boy overpower a grown woman? 50 times. In over two years. How does he do it? He has to. He has to physically overpower her. Because she’d be fighting, right? She’d be fighting against it. Why wouldn’t she? It’s rape. Non-consensual. That eight year old boy, who probably doesn’t even reach her waist would have to throw her down, immobilize her and strip her of her pants, while she is physically fighting back. 

Basically, you’re telling the story of  the grade school bodybuilder rapist.

He emotionally stripped her down, wore he down and then took advantage of her, just because he’s eight doesn’t excuse it. 

"Males always, always are consenting to sex”

"men can’t be traumatized over it.”

ever heard of a sweeping generalization? no scratch that, lets make it simpler for you, have you ever heard of a logical fallacy? i think that’s all you are able to speak in. you’re basically reinforcing the misogynistic view that men are always supposed to be tough and they are never vulnerable in any way.

you accuse an 8 year old child, a young little kid of taking advantage of an able bodied, mature, adult woman only because that child has a penis? just think about that. you are calling an 8 year old a rapist…..his balls haven’t even dropped for gods sake.

i don’t know to the extent of hurt that you must have been through to make you thoroughly hate an entire group of humans but to be honest, i feel bad for you. i feel bad for you because you have enough hate to see an 8 year old rape victim as an enemy. i truly hope you can grow from this, maybe some day you can let go and learn to see that hating an entire gender because of something that happened to you is wrong. 

to think, you have the nerve to call your blog “the true justice movement”

I think many of you should shut up cause none of you know the actual circumstances, it doesn’t mention the boy’s thoughts at all. And psychology has shown that boys start having sexual thoughts at that young of an age, they just don’t understand it, that’s where many little boys get the notion of marrying their mother. Now, yes, I do think you’re an absolute fucking retard for saying that “men are always consenting” and “can’t be traumatized by it” but it is possible that it was consensual and that her crime was that he was under age, it’s called statutory rape, it’s just assumed by most people that anyone under the age that has sex has just been manipulated in some way, which is just as dumb as your previous statements. But even if it was consensual, that woman is not a victim, she knew what she was doing. Honestly Tumblr, and all its users, I love you guys, but I really think you guys should stop trying to spin everything into something bigger than it is and maybe just occasionally mind your own business

And before you people start hating me. I’m not saying she’s innocent of any punishment and I’m not saying this wasn’t forced upon this boy. What I’m saying is that there’s a possibility that it wasn’t forced on him, psychologist will back up that possibility. What I’m saying is that we don’t know all the facts so we can’t jump to conclusions like all of you are doing.

Yes the article says she forced it upon him, but notice there aren’t any quotes or statements from the boy. So if you believe that simply cause it’s in the article you have a lot to learn. Despite there claims, reporters are just as biased and ignorant as the average human and they really could’ve simply assumed that just like all of you are assuming things or even flat out lied about it just cause it would be a “better” story

Okay but she raped him fifty times in two years and there is no way a child can consent to sex. And if you Google the article, you’ll see this is true and that nothing was exaggerated.

Would you be saying all this if the victim was a female child?

Back the fuck up.

Is that a citation of the Oedipus complex as proof, of all things? Hasn’t psychology moved on from Freud of all people? His theories have been debunked. Repeatedly.

Even if that’s citing something else, the notion of an eight-year-old knowingly consenting to sex makes absolutely no sense in the context of human beings. Has it gotten so bad that sapient computers know more about human psychology than actual Homo sapiens sapiens?

All I can say is that I am sitting here having a panic attack over reading these comments.

I don`t have the words to say more.

Signed
A male abuse victim

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A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eight years old, she’s got pink cheeks that her grandmother calls chubby. She wants a second cookie but her aunt says “you’ll get huge if you keep eating.” She wants a dress and the woman in the changing room says “she’ll probably need a large in that.” She wants to have dessert and her waiter says “After all that dinner you just had? You must be really hungry!” and her parents laugh.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eleven and she is picked second-to-last in gym class. She watches a cartoon and sees that everyone who is annoying is drawn with a big wide body, all sweaty and panting. At night she dreams she is swelling like the ocean over seabeds. When she wakes up, she skips school.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is thirteen and her friends are stick-thin ballerinas with valleys between their hipbones. She is instead developing the wide curves of her mother. She says she is thick but her friends argue that she’s “muscular” and for some reason this hurts worse than just admitting that she jiggles when she walks and she’ll never be a dancer. Eating seconds of anything feels like she’s breaking some unspoken rule. The word “indulgent” starts to go along with “food.”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fourteen and she has stopped drinking soda and juice because they bloat you. She always takes the stairs. She fidgets when she has to sit still. Whenever she goes out for ice cream, she leaves half at the bottom - but someone else always leaves more and she feels like she’s falling. She pretends to like salad more than she does. She feels eyes burrowing through her body while she eats lunch. Kate Moss tells her nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, but she just feels like she is wilting.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fifteen the first time her father says “you’re getting gaunt.” She rolls her eyes. She eats one meal a day but thinks she stays the same size. Every time she picks up a brownie she thinks of the people she sees on t.v. and every time she has cake, she thinks of the one million magazine articles on restricting calories. She used to have no idea a flat stomach was supposed to be beautiful until she saw advice on how to achieve it. She cuts back on everything. She controls. They tell her she’s getting too thin but she doesn’t believe it.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is sixteen and tearing herself into shreds in order for a thigh gap big enough to hush the screams in her head. She doesn’t “indulge,” ever. She can’t go out with friends, they expect her to eat. She damns her sweet tooth directly to hell. It’s coffee for breakfast and tea for lunch and if there’s dance that evening, two cups of water and then maybe an apple. She lies all the time until she thinks the words will rot her teeth. She dreams about food when she sleeps. Her aunt begs her to eat anything, even just a small cookie. They say, “One bite won’t make you fat, will it, darling?”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is seventeen and too sick to go to prom because she can’t stand up for very long. She thinks she wouldn’t look good in a dress anyway. Her nails are blue and not because they are painted. Her hair is too thin to do anything with. She’s tired all the time and always distracted. She once absently mentions the caloric value of grapes to the boy she is with and he looks at her like she’s gone insane and in that moment she realizes most people don’t have numbers constantly scrolling in their heads. She swallows hard and tries to figure out where it all went wrong, why more than a granola bar for a meal makes her feel sick, why she tastes disease and courts with death. She misses sleep. She misses being able to dream. She misses being herself instead of just being empty.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is twenty and writes poetry and is a healthy weight and still fights down the voices every single day. She puts food in her mouth and sometimes cries about it but more and more often feels good, feels balanced. Her cheeks are pink and they are chubby and soft and no longer growing slight fur. Her hair is long and it is beautiful. She still picks herself apart in the mirror, but she’s starting to get better about it. She wears the dress she likes even if it only fits her in a large and she doesn’t feel like a failure for it. She is falling in love with the fat on her hips.

She is eating out with friends and not worrying about finding the lowest calorie item on the menu when she hears a mother tell her four year old daughter “You can’t have ice cream, we just had dinner.
You don’t want to end up as a fat little girl.”

Why do we constantly do this to our children? /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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