Funny how I am being accused of the very thing that I always speak out for.

He is not the victim, I am not the victim.
She is the victim.
Own the fuck up to your mistake. I owned up to mine. Although that does not make my shame and disgust for myself disappear, it’s a step in the right direction. And all I can do at this point. Hiding behind cowardice, disrespectful finger pointing and the creation of nasty rumors does mot make this okay. And when i know all i can recover from my memories of that mistake that night, i am pulling fuzzy images from my drifting and empty consciousness… and I hear from a friend that’s what you’re telling the world I did… with intent and a straight mindset…. I am insulted beyond recognition.
You make me sick to my stomach.
Coward. I am repulsed by you.

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I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.

I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.

I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.

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I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. (via conor-broberst)

I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless.