“My Cleavage does NOT say FUCK ME.”
(via masumi5)
“Bright young women, sick of swimming in the current of a patriarchal society.”
“I am NOT responsible for YOUR sexual misconduct.”
(via masumi5)
“Put an end to rape culture.”
“Women deserve to occupy (W)all street(s) without fear!”
(via wewantrevolutiongirlstylenow)
(via jessicavalenti)
“I am a rape survivor, not a fashion victim” - Slutwalk NYC
(via iknowyouwantmetowantyou)
(via typical-grrls)
Thoughts on SlutWalk from a Wheelchair
As a sexual violence prevention educator, I find hope in the grassroots activism and passion that radiates from SlutWalk. Anything that gets people talking, that breaks down the myths and reduces victim shaming, is a step in the right direction. This activism is so badly needed in a society that still justifies violent victimization according to what women are wearing or how they choose to spend their Friday nights. The photos of women clad in sneakers, jeans and comfy t-shirts carrying signs that read “THIS IS WHAT I WAS WEARING WHEN I WAS RAPED” make my heart ache. But after reading all of the discussion, I’m left wondering if there’s a place for me in SlutWalk.
Much has been written about SlutWalk and the problematic nature of the word “slut.” Many women of color, in particular, have made it clear that they don’t want to reclaim the word because of the way their sexuality has been constructed throughout America’s racist history. As a woman in a wheelchair, I have a very different problem.
No, my problem is that the word “slut” has never felt like mine to reclaim. While women all over the world are waiting for people to stop seeing them as sex objects, women with disabilities are still waiting to be seen at all. We are less than a woman, somehow–certainly less than “slut.” Too often we are viewed as pitiable, pathetic and devoid of desire. We could never be “sluts.” If we are “lucky enough” to have partners, they get congratulations and pats on the back from strangers when they “take us out” in public.
It’s not, as you might guess, the word “walk.” Some may find it ableist, but I say it all the time: “I was walking down the street.” When I imagine saying, “I was rolling down the street,” I get this picture in my head of kids log-rolling down hills for fun.
No, my problem is that the word “slut” has never felt like mine to reclaim. While women all over the world are waiting for people to stop seeing them as sex objects, women with disabilities are still waiting to be seen at all. We are less than a woman, somehow–certainly less than “slut.” Too often we are viewed as pitiable, pathetic and devoid of desire. We could never be “sluts.” If we are “lucky enough” to have partners, they get congratulations and pats on the back from strangers when they “take us out” in public.
“Slut-shaming is the deliberate act of insulting a woman using sexist slurs in order to shame, humiliate, embarrass, degrade or intimidate her.”
– What is slut-shaming?
(via rollahardsix)
“My skirt, my choice.” SlutWalk Burlington 2011.
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“This is a rape analogy. This is what women face every single day when they try to bring their rapists to justice.”
Fuck gender stereotypes!
(via riotgrrrlberlin)
Future civil rights champion (Taken with Instagram at The Las Vegas Strip)
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“A woman dressed like this still gets raped. What’s your excuse now?”
“I’m a bitch if I say no. But I’m a slut if you rape me anyway!”
