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@abused-and-usefull
I spend a fair amount of time teaching women to kick men in the balls, and I’ve learned that this activity tends to generate controversy. Here, according to actual adults who have actually said these things to me, are some reasons you should not kick a guy in the balls:
1. It will make him angry.
I should hope so. I’m not sending him a friend request. If I kick him hard enough, there’s a good chance I’ll render him unable to act upon his anger. That’s my goal. His feelings are his problem.
2. It will make him hurt you worse.
Statistics say otherwise. And anyway, he’s already demonstrated his desire to hurt me. Why should I give him carte blanche to decide how much he’s going to hurt me? I’d rather be an active participant in that decision-making process.
3. Groin kicks aren’t really that devastating; I’ve seen lots of guys get hit in the balls and it hardly fazed them.
This response (almost universally from men) is so common I’ve come to think of it as “groinsplaining”—you can see it many of the YouTube comments in the videos linked above. These people rarely volunteer to demonstrate their own iron balls in a real kicking situation, but they confidently assert that men in general can shrug off all kinds of damage to the groin. All I can say is, I’ve seen two-year-olds take down grown men via the groin, and toddlers don’t even have any training. I do. I like my odds.
4. We shouldn’t be teaching people how to kick men in the balls; we should be teaching men not to do anything that would make us have to kick them in the balls.
Hey, that’s a great idea! Do you have a detailed, research-based plan for teaching all men everywhere to behave themselves all the time? And do you have funding for your efforts, and buy-in from politicians and community leaders, and a network of trained, experienced instructors who can effect this change? If not, better get started on your grant proposal. In the meantime, I’ll just be over here teaching people how to kick guys in the balls. That’s what I do.
5. Telling people they should kick an assailant in the balls is the same as telling victims who didn’t kick their assailant in the balls that they did something wrong.
No, it isn’t. It’s a practical way to reduce the number of future victims by giving them more viable options to disrupt and survive an assault.
Fact: We have the power to damage the bodies of men who try to hurt us. You’re saying we shouldn’t let people use that power. I’m offering people more choices; you’re trying to take them away.
6. Kicking a guy in the balls just makes the world a more violent place.
Maybe, in the short term. But if it stops him from killing someone, or putting them in the hospital, isn’t that a net win for non-violence? The Dalai Lama thinks so.
One in four women will have good reason to kick a guy in the balls at some point in her life. Luckily, it’s not rocket science. Anyone can do it! And ball-kicking’s efficacy is beyond dispute, as the men of MMA so nobly helped us illustrate here. Gentlemen, if any of you are reading this, and conscious: Cheers, and get well soon (the non-wife-beaters among you, anyway).
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okay, so!
There is a trick to it. You do NOT want to soccer kick the dude because that’s a little projectile aiming at a littler target.
It’ll do in a pinch, and it’ll hurt, but it won’t incapacitate, which is what you want. You don’t want “ouch!” Or even “FUCK!”
You want him puking on the floor, and this is how we do:
There’s two ranges where a groin kick works: close and mid-range.
Say someone grabs you face to face, or pins you to the wall, and your hands are blocked. Now you’re close-range. What do you do? You come in closer, as close as you can, and with every ounce of adrenaline and aggression in your body, you do a can-can kick.
You know the first step in the can-can, where you raise your knee up as high as it’ll go as strong as you can?
Do that, as hard as you can, repeatedly.
If that doesn’t work, here’s the alternative. You’re going to take your hand, grasp between the thighs underhand. Its going to feel like you’re “cradling” the testicles. Dig your fingertips into the fragile skin BEHIND the scrotum. Then, once you have a good grip, you turn your hand into a vise, with your fingers digging inwards to the material. If you do it right, you should feel the testes INSIDE the scrotum. You want, whenever possible, to hook your fingers under them.
Then, with your hands in a claw and your fingertips latched behind the testes, you turn your hand sharply, as though you were turning a doorknob. Simultaneously, haul your elbow back and up as hard as you can.
If done properly, this technique can tear the scrotal tissue, and done with enough force, can tear the testes out of your attacker’s body.
No matter HOW pissed he is, he’s gonna drop. I’ve tried this technique on guys wearing cups and even with protection, it is not a fun feeling.
If you’re mid-range and have enough room for a kick, the goal becomes to use your shin. The shin is actually called the tibia, which ounce for ounce is one of the strongest bones in your body. So, here’s what you do, my little bloodthirsty beaus:
You aim, you scream “DO NOT COME CLOSER I SAID NO!” (legal purposes, because now you’re officially exercising your right to self-defence). Maintain a 360 degree awareness, just in case he has friends, and then, when he’s close enough, connect your shin full on soccer kick with the delicate squish of his testicles.
What you want is as much upwards force as possible in combination with as much momentum as you can manage. When he collapses, which he will, then stomp on his groin again, and then run.
The latter has less of a trick to it. It’s primarily about momentum and force.
Remember, if you’re close enough to put your hands on him, use your knee. If he’s coming at you, use your shin.
If you can smell the nachos he had for dinner, rip his fucking balls off.
It’s easy to do, they’re tiny little squishiness wrapped in a delicate flap of skin about as thin as a toenail.
Remember: if he’s coming at you, he’s ALREADY out to hurt you. Might as well give the fucker a reason to be pissed.
How to Kick a Guy in the Balls: An Illustrated Guide
Someone once told me that the way to train a proper knee in the groin (with appropriate aggression if you want to hurt him enough to let you go is to train and act as if you’re not aiming your knee at the groin, but aiming for somewhere much higher so that your mind knows to really ram your knee upward.
A male friend of a friend of the family once generously and kindly advised me that if anyone with nuts ever got up on me without me wanting him to do so, to “grab his balls as hard as you can, squeeze, and yank away from his body until they feel like marmalade. Then run.” I have never forgotten this advice.
My self-defense trainer used to say: “Eyes are like grapes. Ears are like pull tabs. And if you’re going to grab some, girls - grab, pull, twist, and bring those balls home to mama.” …I really need to embroider that on a cushion.
Reblogging for my women followers. Know how to protect yourself, okay?
Fun fact: we did a groin attack drill in krav recently, and one of the guys’ cup was secured improperly. When he got kneed he made a noise like someone dropped a bag of rotten tomatoes from a third floor balcony, and hit the ground retching.
A few of the guys snickered and called him a wimp, so our instructor decided EVERYONE was going to do the drill with no cup to see how little force it took to incapacitate an opponent.
I was paired with a friend of mine who looks like if the Rock and the Mountain Who Rides made a little Boulder Love Baby. I apologized in advance, he said he was ready, and I flicked him in the nuts.
Flicked.
Not hit. Not tap. Not punched. Flicked. The same amount of force I’d use to maybe kill a mosquito, using the blade of my hand.
He went the colour of cement and nearly threw up on my shoulder.
It takes MINIMAL force to fuck a guy up. Now, if you’re grabbed from behind, snap your head back into his face and while he’s distracted you can either make a fist and strike back at the groin (arch your hips to the side for more room) or karate chop from the elbow.
He’s gonna be pissed–but he’s gonna be puking first, and that’s your opportunity to kick him in the kidney and run like the wind.
Mother Nature put mens balls on the outside as as a woman I will 100% use that to my advantage in a fight.
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I want to apologise to
- Britney for making fun of her when she had her breakdown
- Monica Lewinski for judging her when she was a 22year old temp sexually assaulted by the most powerful man in the world
- Ke$ha for ever thinking she was trashy when all she wanted to do was make party music
- Kristen Stewart for ever thinking she was dumb when she’s actually one of the coolest people ever
- Megan Fox for ever thinking she was just a slut when actually she was an actress being harassed by her employer.
- Hating all the women who made a career out of having a hot body. Being is shape is hard, beauty is a weapon and auto promotion is hard work.
- All the Mary-Sues, who exist because young girls everywhere want to be part of a story they love so much
- All the female characters I ever snobbed because they got in the way of my ship.
- Hating the color pink during my teenage years, when it’s actually a lovely color and what I resented was society’s pressure to perform femininity.
parents be like “You can’t say ‘shit’ in front of my child that’s offensive and inherently wrong” and then call their daughters fat or slutty
“Sometimes we let go of people, even though we still want them in our lives ,because we realized they let go first -Unknown”
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I relized they let go quite a bit before the friendship actually ended. Whenever they went from talking to me all the time and inviting me to hang out regularly, to no contact for extended periods of time and not even bothering to include me in plans because “ they assumed I’d be busy”
I became even more aware of it whenever we were no longer friends but they only seemed upset by the loss of the friend who replaced me
Plot twist of life tho- I wound up being really close friends with the person my old friend was replacing me with 😂 fuckin GANG GANG 😂
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All the flavor, none of the bigotry!
Side note: I always knew that chicken tasted vaguely of pickles.
Also you can recreate Chick-fil-A sauce, too:
¼ cup mayonnaise
2 tablespoons honey
1 tablespoon yellow mustard
2 teaspoons Dijon mustard (optional)
2 teaspoons freshly squeezed lemon juice
2 tablespoons BBQ sauce
@crochetcupcakes-n-latte
Seeing as I enjoy chicken but despise companies that want to throw money at LGBT hating groups I’ll be sure to use this.
@hakaseheart
Give credit to the artist too! http://www.cookingcomically.com/?page_id=578
He’s got tons of other recipes too, and a lot of them are really good!
Cooking Comically recipes are the best :)
Reblogging both to give helpful advice AND to try and help take money away from Chick Fil A <3
(seasoning your breading prior to frying is always a good way to improve fried chicken and works for pretty much any seasoning profile tbh)
A chick-fil-a is being built by my house and my efforts to convince my parents not to eat there aren’t working so hopefully this helps
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Why do you taunt me so
Abusive parents love to pretend that whatever is going on at home is not “real life”, and you, would have no chance of surviving in “real life”. In fact, you know nothing about “real life” at all, you are an dumb, uninformed slob of ignorance and know nothing about living at all. According to them, you have been living in some kind of “bubble” where no real life events have been happening, and all of your experiences and opinions have nothing to do with reality. They even have the nerve to tell you to “start living in the real life.”
You have been living nothing but real life. You had a real life experience of surviving in abusive environment. You have lived a reality of existing next to an abuser. There is nothing unreal or fake about your experiences, your abusive home is no bubble, it’s a real, definite hell that you went thru. There’s no question of you surviving in real life, you literally were surviving the worst of it already. You proved you are capable of surviving the worst of the worst, being in presence of a predator who was capable of brainwashing and manipulating you to keep you scared and unbelieving in your own senses and experiences.
Every single thing you lived thru was real life. You took on real life from the second you were born. Your circumstances were hard and cruel, you got all advantages taken away from you, replaced with sabotage and hatred, and you’re still alive now. There isn’t a harsher reality than what you already went thru. Your experiences count in the real world. What happened to you affects the real world. Your parents have done nothing but lie to you. You were living in the real world entire time.
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you call it beautiful -
but it’s not beautiful when i don’t eat for two weeks and i’m shaky and i’m dizzy and i’ve fainted too many times to count and the growth of lanugo all over my body is an all too familiar sensation but i won’t stop until I am beautiful
but it’s not beautiful when, on the rare occasion that i do actually eat something, i gag and i purge until i can’t handle this burning anymore and nothing else can come up but i have to get it all out because the fear of gaining weight consumes my entire being
but it’s not beautiful when my knuckles are red and sore and bloody from when i get too nervous and my heart starts to race and i have suddenly forgotten how to breathe again and scratch at them until i can’t focus on anything else that’s going on around me except this physical pain i’m causing myself
but its not beautiful when the straight A students becomes the family disappointment, and i get called lazy and yelled at for not trying hard enough but little do they know how hard i’m really trying just to stay alive
but it’s not beautiful when i have to wear long sleeves all year, even in the hottest summers, because no one wants to see how i’ve made myself bleed night and night again, taking out my sadness and my anger and my stress on my own body
but it’s not beautiful when my legs have grown stubbly and i haven’t showered or even changed clothes in days and my hair has knotted into an undefinable mess because i simply lost the ability to take care of myself
but it’s not beautiful when i physically can not leave my bed unless i absolutely have to use the bathroom but even then i have to fight myself on whether it’s actually worth it or not
but it’s not beautiful when i’ve pushed everyone close to me away or maybe they left on their own this time. it’s a hard lesson to learn but eventually it’s burned into my brain; everyone always leaves and even though some stay longer than others, they always leave. because i am too much for people
but it’s not beautiful when i’m crying and i’m shaking, on the phone with my best friend as he tries desperately to talk me out of killing myself again, even though i’ve convinced myself that they’re all better off without me anyway
but it’s not beautiful when the failed suicide attempts keep adding up and i sit and i cry and i scream and i try again but it still doesn’t work this time
because i live in a world that won’t stop romanticizing and glorifying the very things that are slowly destroying me
This is so relatable. I think this is a very deep, strong and powerful messaged. Thank you for sharing this. It’s very important for people to know this.
It’s like… I want you to know,
but I don’t want to tell you.
-nobodytho
You wanna know what happens when you're starving?
Your hair gets thin and limp. Noticeably. You don’t have enough nutrients to help it stay healthy.
You get so. Fucking. Cold. All the time. People don’t want to touch you, because you’re so cold. You’ll be shivering under a blanket, in a hot tub, by a fire, wherever you are.
You’ve heard that seeing food will be upsetting? You have no idea. Even if it’s nowhere near you, or on a screen, or in the hands of a stranger, you’ll resent it because you want it. Some nights you’ll start crying because you miss it so much.
Everything will become numbers. You aren’t just walking your dog anymore, you’re counting the minutes and calories you’re burning. You aren’t enjoying a warm day, you’re trying to figure out if the higher temperatures are making your heart rate go up so you burn faster.
Your social life will die. You’ll be skittish and avoid people when they have food in case they offer some. You’ll say no to parties and dates and meet-ups because you think there might be food. You’ll grow paranoid, terrified of people finding out. You’ll start to despise people who love you solely because they want to help.
You’ll hurt. That pang in your chest? It’s probably because you’re not eating. Your stomach? Say goodbye to its silence. Your butt? It’ll hurt whenever you sit down. You’ll get headaches, heart pains, even breathing will eventually become exhausting.
And eventually, you’ll die. Maybe you ate more than usual and couldn’t handle the thought of gaining, and exercised so much that your heart overexerted itself. Maybe you actually did gain, and that enough was enough to make you swallow a handful of pills. Maybe your blood pressure lowered to fatal levels, or maybe you passed out and hit your head on a table.
It all ends the same.
Don’t let the “pro ana’s” fool you, this isn’t a glamorous lifestyle. This is a deadly and painful illness.
I feel like a lot of people need to remember that before they skip their meals.
Don’t do this to yourselves, you gorgeous humans. You deserve to live. You deserve friends. You deserve love.
You deserve to eat.
i know i was treated wrongly. hell, every trait about me is a product of abuse. the way i cry when i get yelled at, no matter who it is or the situation. how i see myself as worthless, despite my achievements and talents. how i tear up and hyperventilate when im frustrated and how my anger is becoming uncontrollable, and im scared to have kids because what if i become just like my parents? and despite all that i always think. it could be worse. this is not abuse. im just dramatic. nothings wrong
This is not about food. This is not about looking good in a dress or wanting to be a supermodel. This is not about going to a store, sliding a size zero skirt over your hipbones and laughing all the way to the check out counter. This is not about wanting attention. This is not about enjoying feeling death and refusing food until you need to be force-fed. It is not about selfless starving for all the children in Africa. It’s not about the latest diet or losing the holiday weight. It is not about reading fashion magazines and pining for the body mass index of Paris Hilton’s pet chihuahua. It is not about getting a good man/woman. It is not about religion, the media or culture. This is about having the self-esteem of an insect. This is a polite way of committing suicide. This is about having no life because it’s impossible to go out with friends to a restaurant and order a bowl of dry lettuce. This is about weighing, measuring and counting pasta, cereal, raisins and anything that passes your lips. This is about secrets, lies and shame. This is about not wanting to admit that you need to eat. That you deserve to live. This is about being scared. This is about being terrified. This is about control. This is about numbing away the feelings of abuse. This is about starving away the pain. This is about wanting to disappear as to not be taken advantage of it again. This is about nonverbal communication. This is about avoiding. This is about denying the past. This is about needing so much that you can’t stand it. This is about wanting to not need anything at all. This is about not wanting to be touched but afraid to be let go. This is about having emotions that bubble up. This is about being so overwhelmed and traumatized that it’s easier to avoid everything by obsessing over the amount of calories in a grapefruit. It is about getting lost in the mirror and scale instead taking responsibility and just fucking dealing. This is about wanting to curl up in a nutshell and ignore the big bad world that’s too noisy and dangerous and can’t be trusted. This is about relying on good or the lack of it to give you an all enveloping comfort blanket when the feelings bloat you up. This is about really crappy coping methods. This is about being sick. This is about not being sick enough to think you need treatment. This is about trying to be understood. This is about fighting with all you’ve got and more hard work than you’ve ever imagined. This is about exhaustion and tears and needing support. This is about fighting a battle against yourself and the world. This is about trying to survive. But it’s not about food.
Symptoms and beliefs caused by Complex PTSD - the result of prolonged, repeated traumas https://traumadissociation/complexptsd
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Hello Lovelies,
I first want to say my heart is filled with warmth for those who have written me lovely messages and donated to my health complication. It really does mean everything to me. I was originally diagnosed with something called Henoch. After seeing more doctors and getting more blood work done when it was becoming worse and worse. I traveled 3 hours to see a specific doctor whom diagnosed me with dariers disease as well. There are a lot of different medical options like laser surgery, they are all very dangerous. I am not sure what I exactly want to do right now so I have been seeking naturopaths and holistic healings at the moment in California. This whole thing is very painful.
Photos of your diagnosis/contact:
I was going to attach the photos onto here but because many people have messaged me that they will reblog it without the photos because they are a trigger warning/ don’t fit people’s blog type I decided to just have my documents here. The previous posts are still on my page if you are comfortable with seeing graphic images. If you would like to reach out with any questions/concerns my email is: [email protected] (Please be respectful) //// if you would like to mail me a letter, privately dm me and I will send you a mailing. It would mean a lot to me. All my love sincerely, && Thank you ❤️
What the $ goes towards:
The $ goes towards my bills, as you can see one of the many I have added to this post. I have about $3,500 due. My gofundme money is set aside for following up with surgerical procedure If all else fails as well as paying off bills. I have medi-cal which doesn’t take care of much for the type of doctors I would see for something this rare/intense. The money goes towards eating, living, transportation including to therapy, natural medicine/ topicals that have been helping such as Dragon blood oil, tea tree oil, Emu oil, Dr. Sebi cream $25 for 2oz (8oz last me a month), Dr Morse supplements, Argan oil,etc., and taking care of myself overall.
Work issues:
I was fired for telling a guy I had sex with in the past for saying “fuck off” when he had been harassing me and emotionally manipulating/abusing me at work and have had a hard time finding work after. I know someone had commented on the photos on my blog that I should get medical disability for working. Unfortunately this is not something you can be qualified to not work with. But that doesn’t stop bosses and companies to discriminate you for it and not hire you because of the look of it. I have gone to several interviews that I am qualified for based on experience. Therefore, I am working on being my own entrepreneur and painting / writing. If you would like to look at my art pls dm me as I’m working on a website.
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My Last name is Dansky. My grandmother is helping me get it switched because my mother and I are in no contact/broken family.
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