We consistently fail young women—all women—by tacitly relying on them to learn from each other, or from their experiences, which of the people in their communities they can and cannot trust. We ask them to police their own peers, but quietly, through back channels, without disturbing the important people while they’re talking. We wait for the victims of abuse to be the ones to take power away from their abusers, instead of working actively to ensure that these motherfuckers never get that far in the first place.
Stories like Passwords by Emma Healey (Oct 6, 2014)
This hit me right in the gut.
“If you don’t have hard proof, if you don’t have a police report, then what do you have? Only what you remember. Only what you felt.” Wow. Oh, wow.(via lookuplookup)
"Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent," more like "I have no idea how abuse works and my misguided attempts at empowering people are hurtful and bullshit."
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Taken from MANTRAS zine
This zine is a culmination of how i got myself thru/still getting myself thru things and also things that i love and things that make me happy, mostly Stevie Nicks. I hope i don’t come off as someone who has her shit together, most of this zine is me yelling at myself and it’s really difficult to follow the directions that i give to myself, like “TAKE WHAT’S YOURS” and “DON’T HIDE!” it’s very difficult and on most days i don’t follow these directions and i fail completely. But i still yell at myself because it’s necessary that i always have these things etched in me so i have something to hold on to when shit hits the fan. - Fabiola
Every single other night which has followed has shown clear police provocation, intimidation and instigation towards the protesters. They continue to claim that molotov cocktails, rocks, and even shots have been fired their way yet I have yet to see even ONE molotov cocktail or otherwise, the only things I‘ve seen lobbed at police have been plastic water bottles which obviously pose no threat whatsoever to an armada of heavily armed and heavily shielded police forces. I‘ve seen countless journalists assaulted and arrested simply for documenting the events, I‘ve seen protesters hit by rubber bullets, teargas, sound cannons, strobes and batons who didn‘t appear to be provoking them, I‘ve seen automatic weapons continue to be pointed directly at both peaceful civilians and journalists who did not pose any threat accompanied by verbal threats of violence and cursing. I have yet to see any protesters attack police save for the previously mentioned water bottles.
my partner Joe was interviewed in Germany’s Lower Class Magazine about his experiences in Ferguson.(via boltcutter-boxcutter-brick)
- From “Koko wa Green Wood (Here is Greenwood),” directed by Tomomi Mochizuki (1991)
(This is actually my lil sister. I’m entering her because she’s my favorite human.)
i like the way we walk
Let this serve as one of the very few pieces of existing recorded evidence of me dancing well, so that when my spine degenerates and I’m a pile of useless bone I can show this to my children (or the children who live next door to me in whatever low income housing complex I wind up in when I’m old and withered) and say, “kids, gather round and watch old Dave as a young buck, moving his feet down a shockingly well lit LA side street with a witchy platinum blonde babe to the sounds of current president/former pop star Janelle Monae’s 2010 hit song Tightrope.”