TW: Discussion of Depression, Suicide and Bullying
If someone really knew what it’s like to be so depressed and so low that suicide seems like the only escape, they wouldn’t tell people to kill themselves as a form of bullying. If they knew what it’s like to lose someone like that, to wonder what you could have done to save them, and to feel the guilt of not knowing something was wrong in the first place (as is often the case), they wouldn’t wish that on their target’s family and friends.
The people who say “Go kill yourself” on forums and in anonymous messages don’t know whom they’re saying it to. They don’t know if their target has depression or suicidal thoughts. They don’t know if their comment will send someone over the edge. Can you even imagine getting that message? Can you imagine being suicidal, and then having some stranger you tell you that your suspicions were right, and you should do it? Wouldn’t you feel tremendous guilt if you found out the person you sent that to actually did it?
If you truly knew what it was like to feel that way, to know that the only thing that’ll stop the pain is to take your own life, you wouldn’t in a million years send a message like that.
I envy people who don’t know what it’s like. I wish I didn’t have a memorial tattoo for a twenty-one year-old. I wish I didn’t have an attempt, but I do, and I will never wish that upon anyone else for as long as I live. Neither should you.
Dear Internet,
Stop being so goddamn lazy, and credit people for their work. It took me literally two seconds to find out Kai Davis wrote and performed “Queen”*, and yet there was no credit on the post. If you like something enough to post it and even transcribe some of its content, you can take the minute or so to find out who created it.
Look, we’re all guilty of taking the easy route. I’ve done it too, but we all need to step it up. We have an unprecedented amount of information right at our fingertips; the least we can do is use it. It’s common courtesy.
When I looked up Kai Davis, I found she’s got some amazing stuff that I highly recommend. I’m glad I took the time to check out her other work, and I feel sorry for the people who reblogged that video without bothering to find out who she is. They are missing out.
*Everyone thank love-and-radiation for the title.
I had a guy make absolutely zero eye contact with me at work today
Instead, he kept his eyes fixed on my breasts. His face was screwed up in a perverse smile.
It was great.
Wanna know what I was wearing today?
Scandalous, right?
Jesus.
I’m 25, have a great sex life, and in the 11%. Never touched myself, never even thought about doing it. I always thought if I want to get aroused that’s what a man’s for. I mean, 89% of women must not get great/fullfilling sex. What a shame. I would never degrade myself nor my body in such a way. If sex rules your life, you have a problem and addiction. I spent almost 3 years away from my fiance and I never once touched myself. I’m I have great confidence and self-esteem. I’m not a prude, but this crosses the line. If you we were supposed to masterbate we wouldn’t need a life partner. Take up knitting.
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-_-
(via whosthegirlwearingthedress)
If my boyfriend was away for 3 years, I would have so many more vibrators it’s not even funny.
(via bookling-stormborn)
No, she’s not a prude. She’s a frigid woman who tries to make normal/healthy women feel bad about themselves. So…worse than a prude.
(via greengrey)
She must be the most mindnumbingly boring person to be in a relationship with.
(via kitty-to-karen)
I AM UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MY GENITALIA BUT I DON’T MIND WHEN A MAN VALIDATES IT.
(via marxisforbros)
Apparently, I didn’t get the memo that knitting and “touching yourself” were mutually exclusive. I guess the knitting will have to go. Sorry for the confusion everyone. I thought women could do whatever they pleased with their bodies, but I guess I was wrong.
And another thing: I’d bet your fiance “masterbated” quite a bit in that three year gap, or did you tell him to “take up knitting” too?
(via marxisforbros)
Source: whosthegirlwearingthedress
I’m watching a documentary about “Ex-Gay” Programs
I have scowled and grumbled and been angsty the whole time.
Fuck those people.
There is nothing wrong with being gay, bi, genderqueer, pan, straight, etc.
Love whomever you want, and love yourself, whoever you are. I am so sick of listening to the people sitting on their high horses, looking down on others. We’re all different, and being a certain type of different doesn’t make you better or worse than anyone else.
If you’re “ex-gay”, you (a) were never gay to begin with, (b) are a different sexuality that also includes members of the opposite sex, or (c) are in denial about your sexuality.
My body is not a representation of my failures, sins, or mistakes. My body is not a sign that I am in poor health, or that I am not physically fit. My body is not up for public discussion, debate or judgment. My body is not a signal that I need your help or input to make decisions about my health or life. My body is the constant companion that helps me do every single thing that I do every second of every day and it deserves respect and admiration. If you are incapable of appreciating my body that is your deficiency, not mine, and I do not care. Nor am I interested in hearing your thoughts on the matter so, if you want to be around me, you are 100% responsible for doing whatever it takes to keep those thoughts to yourself. If you are incapable of doing that I will leave and spend my time with people who can treat me appropriately. Please pass the green beans.
(via becauseiamawoman)
Source: supersandys-space
Do men not understand how unsettling it is when they ask me if I’m alone?
Especially at work. I actually keep scissors or my knife in my pocket just in case. How shitty is that? I have to worry not only about theft, but assault and rape too.
If you go out, and it seems like a clerk is alone, never ask to verify, even if you’re just making conversation. It’s frightening, and I will always assume you have bad intentions.
“Nice guys”, ladies are sick of men who think they deserve their bodies simply on the principle of being “nice”. If I put a someone in the “friend zone”, it’s because I’m not interested in dating them, not because I’d rather date assholes before the “nice” people. I don’t owe you anything.
You’d put your gay male friends in the “friend zone”, even if they’re nice, right? They don’t deserve a date or sex with you, so what’s the difference for women? (Hint: there isn’t one, asshole)
Source: brotips
