my tagging isn’t working bc fucking hell, I’m on mobile

but I posted something that is tw rape and something that is tw spiders :c

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"If men were socialized to desire love as much as they are taught to desire sex, we would see a cultural revolution."

bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions (2001)

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American witchcraft

You fuckers had better reblog the Shit out of this!!!!!!! I’m serious as Fuck!



American witchcraft

You fuckers had better reblog the Shit out of this!!!!!!! I’m serious as Fuck!

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'sad story #5'
by Alexandra Naughton

I don’t want to be your manic pixie dream girl or otherwise
I don’t want you to like my writing because you want to fuck me

I want you to want to fuck me because you like my writing

thinking a lot about being a girl on the internet / breaking me
cult of online personalities all so carefully manicured / curated
thinking what it means when a stranger says I’m their muse
thinking what it means when a stranger tells me when they jerk off to my profile photos

identity as masturbation fantasy

what is the point of sharing intimacies with someone who will cash out suddenly
what is the sense
what purpose did I serve
it is not important
but why would you think I could serve a purpose at all
and why would I be complicit


Alexandra called us from San Francisco, CA.


still relevant

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i tried to write a poem but i just typed the word ‘trauma’ over and over.

i don’t know how to say this.

'i don't know how to say this' is one of the Worst Things you can write
in a poem and so is talking about the poem in the poem so this is a bad poem and i don’t care.

sometimes i picture the…

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It's official: Gay panic/trans panic defenses banned in California


This weekend, California Gov. Jerry Brown signed legislation that prohibits “gay panic” and “trans panic” defenses from being used to escape murder charges. 

All over the country, murder charges can sometimes be downgraded to manslaughter when a person claims they acted out of panic after finding out a person was gay or trans. (It’s especially common around the murders of trans women.) It perpetuates the idea that LGBT people are “lying” about who they are if they aren’t out to everyone, it attempts to justify murder, and it says that LGBT lives aren’t as important as others. 

The American Bar Association has urged governments to end panic defenses, but with this legislation, California becomes the first state ever to outlaw them. 

Current state law allows murder charges to be reduced to manslaughter if the killings happened in a sudden quarrel or in the heat of passion.

But under the bill, approved by the Assembly last month, defendants would be barred from using their victims’ sexual orientation or gender identity to support such a defense.

Read that again: California is the first state ever to say that a victim’s sexual orientation or gender identity is no excuse for murdering them. The first state ever. Wow, have we got a ton of work to do. 

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Steal Her Loch:

actually no i can’t do this sorry

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i wasted my last bagel my life is over

Just get some bread and cut out a circle

i have never been so offended in my entire life

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i really don’t know what to say and this is kind of just stream of consciousness at this point? my brain and body feel like tripping over shoelaces

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I Don't Feel Brave


I’m so tired of this. And this. And this. Ad nauseam. It never stops. I’m afraid it will never stop. it will never stop.

I’ve spoken to very few people about the details of my relationship with my abusive ex-boyfriend. How, over the span of two years, he never cared about consent, how “rape fantasies” were just another way for him to legitimize control over my body while he held his hand over my mouth, how he threw tantrums when I said I didn’t want to have sex and managed to have sex with me anyway, about how haunted I still feel about letting him do this to me, that maybe it wasn’t so much “rape” in many cases as I just felt too beat down emotionally to say “no,” that maybe I owed him constant sex because he was my boyfriend, how I suffered a six-month yeast infection from birth control side effects and how when I went off birth control he still refused to wear a condom, how he promised to pull out and didn’t, how I had to take Plan B twice because he wouldn’t wear a condom and wouldn’t pull out, how he coerced me into sexual acts that made me bleed on the sheets, that left wounds and scars, how he expressed disapproval over how I dressed, how he wanted me to dress like a trophy girlfriend while telling me he loved me and it was all for me, how he coerced me to cut my hair a certain way, how we took a 10-hour train to Montreal and he was turned away at the border because of a rape conviction he had never told me about and wasn’t allowed to leave the country, how we took a bus back to New York in the middle of the same night, how I believed he didn’t do it even though he had already raped me repeatedly, how I denied even that fact, how he ignored me the whole bus trip back to New York because I had asked 6 hours earlier if we were taking the right bus (and how dare I question his authority), how I started making myself throw up before going to parties with him so I could stay home alone in my bed, how when I moved to Massachusetts for grad school and broke up with him he threatened to kill me, sent me a box full of things I had given him, including shirts he wore with phrases scrawled in red ink like “this is what I wore when we first met,” “this is what I wore when I first knew I loved you,” screamed “rot in hell” over and over on the phone, and “this hurts worse than when my dad died,” how I had to give campus police a photo just in case he came to town to make good on his death threat (he helped me move so knew where I lived), etc., etc., the details wear on and on and on.

Most of the time I am too sick to write about this, even to myself; instead, it is a running catalogue in my brain I try to puzzle through, sort out, try to stop blaming myself for all the times I could have walked away. It is difficult to walk away when someone says “I love you, and you’re making me a better person,” “I will be a better person,” “I love you more than anything.” It’s difficult to walk away when the person you love isn’t abusive or terrible all the time, and can fool everyone else in your life into thinking he is a charming, caring person. How I am told that relationship rape and assault and psychological manipulation aren’t “as bad” as rape from a stranger, that it is somehow not legitimate, that I should have known better. I’m so sick of living with this, and I’m sick of other women living with it, and I’m sick of the backlash women get for speaking out. I am speaking out. 

I recently ran a background check on him, and found out he moved back to Oklahoma where he grew up. Part of me was truly, honestly disappointed to know he is not dead. But, a small wave of relief did wash over me: Maybe now I can go back to New York without having a panic attack every single time? But that’s obviously such a small part of it. I will be living with this relationship the rest of my life, and fuck him for that.

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manaerys replied to your post:can we just stop making art at the expense of other people already?

El oh El Documentary photography of people suffering just for the profit

and nobody in need will see a cent of it, too

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if you don’t know, now you know.


Months of emotional abuse and gaslighting. Sexual assault. Hundreds of dollars owed to me of which I will likely never see a dime. Bringing up my eating disorder in a public post/attempt to clear his name/attempt to discredit/shame me?

I don’t want to be associated with him. I haven’t wanted to be associated with him for a while. I’m writing this now because I had wanted to write this last year but was intimidated into silence. Now that people are talking about it, and now that he dragged my name into it, I might as well share my piece.

Janey Smith/Steven Trull has hurt and manipulated a lot of people. I am just one. It saddens and sickens me that some are willing to overlook this behavior because it is believed he has influence in the writing community. It’s relieving that people are speaking out now and showing support.

I don’t know what else to say. I wrote a short story about my experience because it was cathartic to do so. I’m terrified of the backlash this post may receive, particularly now while I’m dealing with a family tragedy, but I thought I should say something.

there’s been a bunch of bad stuff coming to light about abusive and creepy behavior from janey smith, who some of you may know from the online lit scene, he edits plain wrap press and hosts readings in san francisco. here is a facebook post by ian aleksander adams that discusses it, altho the information is scattered among different posts and some of them are deleted now. anyway i want to show support to brave ppl like alexandra for sharing their experiences in order to help protect others in the community from abuse. also alexandra is a cool poet and if u dont know her work u should check it out

i have been following alexandra’s work for some time now and even attended one of her readings while i was in san francisco earlier this year. it is really brave of her to do this and i would like to show my support. ive included steve’s blurb as it provides additional info.

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