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@franklyunfabulous
Absolutely losing it at this Reddit post
And the update
She buttered Jorts
The outrage summed in a perfect Tweet:
FINALLY
I've been collecting the best Jorts tweets and waiting until the moment he showed up on my dash to post them. So here you are, the curated best of the past, oh, day or so:
This is by far the creepiest, most psychopathic Nice Guy Iâve ever seen
Note: these are the highlights of journal entries a stalker wrote about the woman who worked next to him for a year or so
I hope someone stabs him to death
this was definitely worth reading just to show how fucked ânice guysâ and stalkers become.
Terrifying and unbelievable.
Sis is lucky she made it out of that alive. Too many of us donât. THIS is why women canât trust anyone. Too many fucking lunatics are around waiting to kidnap us
Jesus Christ what a terrifying read.
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phantomavenger
My profile says Iâm a HufflepuffâŠ
People messing with their textbook mini DUMP
you left out the best one
srsly tho this is absolutely a thing that dudes do all the f***ing time
like where if he knows a girl doesnât necessarily want to give him a hug, he will trap her in this position in front of witnesses where she has 2 options- both of which are undesirable for her, while simultaneously desirable for him
if she doesnât want to hug him, whatever she does, it will suck for her.
she can 1. say nah and be the fucking asshole in front of other ppl or 2. forsake her corporeal boundaries and allow unwanted intimate contact
itâs a f***ing trap
F***ing hate dudes forreal.
too many f***ing times ugh
Story time. One day I was on the MAX (basically a giant street car that goes all over the metro area) on my way to meet up with a few friends. I didnât look at anyone, I didnât speak to anyone, I just stood to the side on my phone making sure I wasnât going to be late to my meeting. Out of no where, this guy comes up to me and starts to chat me up. Me, being who I am, am absolutely terrified to tell this guy to f*** off. He was at least half a foot taller than me, and was way too bulky for me to fight back. So I suck it up at humor him, say hello. Before introducing himself or asking me for my name, he asks me out on a date. Not wanting to piss him off I try to make light of the situation and I laugh, telling him that my boyfriend wouldnât like the idea, but thank you for the offer. He just shrugs and says, âHe doesnât need to know.â At this point Iâm scared out of my mind. Thereâs this guy who, after seeing me run two blocks to catch the train, comes up to me and has made it perfectly clear that he wasnât going to leave without getting something out of me. I deny him a second time, saying, âI donât even know youâre name. Weâre strangers, I donât know you.â He finally introduces himself and asks me for my phone number. I tell him I donât give my number out to people Iâve just met and he says, âFine, but at least take mine so we can meet up later.â So he watches me plug his number into my phone (which I deleted as soon as I knew I was safe and away from him) as weâre pulling up to my stop. I tell him I need to leave and switch trains and he tells me, âOh, Iâll wait with you. I donât have any plans, so Iâm in no rush.â Itâs important to note what at this point he had previously told me that he was late to a job interview, but he has all the time in the world because he still hasnât gotten what he wanted from me; a yes. I get off of the train and he follows me, and waits at the platform with me for over ten minutes until my train arrives, asking me all sorts of personal questions about where I live and where I was going that day. As soon as the train pulls up he grabs for me and says, âDo I at least get a hug before you go?â I was terrified. I was embarrassed. This dude, who before even asking me for my name asks me out on a date and then continues to harass me after I tell him I have a boyfriend, asks me for a hug only fifteen minutes after meeting. People around us were staring at me, as if I was being rude for denying him, and every inch of me was mortified. I wanted to run, but I felt like if I had done that he would have chased after me and things would have gotten worse. So I did, and he squeezed me so tight I felt like I was going to burst. It took me a good ten seconds to get him to let go and I ran to the train car just as the doors were closing. He was trying to get me to miss my train so I would have to wait with him even longer. I would have been stuck there for over a half an hour until the next train came by, and the platform (aside from the few buses coming by) was now COMPLETELY EMPTY. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing and he knew EXACTLY how to get me alone with him. People, if you are in a situation like this do not feel obligated to give in. If someone is making you uncomfortable and asks to touch you in any way, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO SAY YES. Make excuses, be blunt, just straight up say ânoâ. If possible, go to someone else near by who you think can help you and ask them to help you. Itâs important for guys to learn that they canât get what they want just by asking over and over again. I got lucky. But not everyone does. Please, everyone, Be Safe.
SECOND STORY TIME
So I was on the transit bus alone one time. This was my first time riding, and so already I was PETRIFIED. I sit down, pull out my ipod, and begin to play some games. This guy sits down next to me, and begins trying to have a conversation. I donât really respond, I donât even look at him, just give half-hearted âmhmâs and âohâs, as I donât want to be rude if he was just striking up a friendly conversation. He then asks me on a date.
Now, as I stated before, I already was absolutely petrified. My heart stopped and I didnât know how to answer. So I just didnât. He didnât let up and I could feel his eyes on me. I quietly stammer out a âno thanksâ and my stop HAPPENS to be coming up, so I pull the string thing to let the driver know I want to stop there, and once we stop and the doors open I get up and he asks me, âWell, can I at least have a hug before you go if you wonât go on a date with me?âÂ
This makes me break. There are now people staring, as we are the only people standing up and not getting off⊠So I just start crying. Hell, I am bawling almost instantly. He looks so fucking freaked out and people are now getting up to come over and comfort me/question him. I donât stop crying, and he keeps trying to comfort me by touching me, and people are yelling at him for that.Â
AND THEN. AND. FUCKING. THEN. THE GOD DAMN BUS DRIVER. A VERY EASILY 6 FOOT BURLY MAN. COMES OVER TO US. PULLS THE GUY AWAY. AND KNEELS DOWN. HE THEN ASKS, IN THE MOST CALM VOICE, âDid you request the stop?â I very slowly and shakily nod, as I am still crying my eyes out. He then asks, âDo you want to get off?â I give a quiet âmhmâ and nod once again, and he offers me his hand. I take it, he stands up, and he escorts me off the bus. He asks me questions such as where I was going next, if I was going to meet someone shortly, if I was going to transfer buses from there. He was very polite and waited for me to answer the entire time, and my friend (who I was going to be meeting there) showed up. He asked me if this was someone I knew, I said yes, and he said alright, have a good day. He then told me- and this is something stuck in my mind forever, so it is word for word-
âIf some guy EVER starts harassing you like that again, do exactly what you did there. Cry. Cry and scream and have a temper tantrum. Not only will it throw him off, but it will get others to notice. They might not interfere, they might, but you will have gotten their attention and if you happen to go missing the next day the search for you will be a hell of a lot easier because everyone in that location will have seen you screaming and crying with a guy now very awkward with his actions. They will know. That is what my daughter did, and three days after she went missing she was back in my arms. I pray for you and every other person like you who has this done. You stay safe now, okay?â And after I began blubbering again, I nodded and he left.
So this is the second lesson for yall. If you can not have the courage to say no or make an excuse, cry. Let out those sobs and tears and cry your heart out. Because it is going to make people notice and make people aware.
Reblogging for that second story. This might save a life.
I just wanna note that bus drivers can be really amazing and good ones do look out for their riders.
Also, as an additional tip (in case you cannot cry on command or such), you can say, âNo, because youâre creepy/creeping me outâ and if he persists or tries to laugh it off, say âI do not want to be touchedâ and look at one of the strangers/persons that is watching.
It: 1. Gives them a sense of urgency in the situation, as the eye contact is a way to make them feel as though you are personally asking for their help and it is now their obligation to help. 2. Contains words so that if youâre in a public place but people arenât necessarily watching, then they (as natural evesdroppers) can overhear the attention-grabbing words and then notice the situation. Note, this does NOT mean that they will come for help, but you might be able to look someone in the eye (as previously mentioned) or just get some peopleâs attention. 3. It shows that you have fight in you. As with rapists, those who are physically aggressive (ie. these huggers) choose women they see as an easy target. The moment you show them you are going/willing to fight them, they are less likely to continue. Sadly, this is not always the case, but every little bit helps.
Hopes this also helps, guys, and Iâm so sad that this has to even be a post we need.
Dudes who follow me: 1) reblog this 2) donât be the creepy guy who asks random women for hugs 3) be aware of your friends or random creepy dudes and call them out if they act gross towards girls/womem
Never EVER be afraid to be loud in these situations. You are not being rude or unkind. You are being SAFE. It is 100% acceptable to say "I DO NOT KNOW YOU. DO. NOT. TOUCH. ME." That gets the attention of bystanders and sets a very clear boundary that turns the table on the harasser. Now he has to break that clearly (and publicly) established boundary and look *dangerous* if he wants to proceed.
had to shut a bitch down today
And thatâs how public shootings and school shootings and shit like that happen. Iâm not saying that this dude is not creepy as fuck, but this is not the way to handle this! He didnât say anything mean (on purpose), and when you shut him down like that how the fuck do you think heâs going to react? He must know heâs somewhat creepy, but when a complete stranger that he adores tells him so vividly how creepy he is, that must wreck his world. Iâm just saying I wouldnât be surprised if he bought a gun (legally, but thatâs a different issue) and went in to the store he knows you fucking work at. Just be nice to people fuck.
Alright, you know what? I donât want to reblog this post. I want this post to die. And I have never once reblogged to reply to someone elseâs comment on this post. But this one? This one Iâm fucking gonna, because how. dare. you.
Are you seriously one of those slimy, inhuman grease traps of a human being who blame VICTIMS OF SHOOTINGS FOR THE FUCKING SHOOTINGS
Donât you EVER come at me and try to tell me that I need to be responsible, personally responsible, for the mental satisfaction of the kind of monsters who would do something like that. Donât you ever tell me I have to let myself be uncomfortable around people who LITERALLY STALK ME and put on a big smile and let them down gently because in your twisted little brain it is MY JOB TOÂ KEEP THEM FROM KILLING PEOPLE
H O W Â F U C K I N G Â D A R E Â Y O U
YOUÂ are the problem. YOU are the kind of person who justifies that kind of senseless violence by saying WELL IF SHE HAD JUST GIVEN HIM A CHANCE
IF SHE HAD JUST FUCKED HIM
IF HE HAD JUST âGOTTEN SOMEâ
HE WOULDNâT HAVE RAPED HER/SHOT THEM/DONE IT
Are you fucking proud of that? Are you proud that thatâs the tiny drop you choose to drop into societyâs bucket?Â
I donât care if it âwrecked his worldâ when he was called out on his socially unacceptable, disgusting behavior. I donât caaaaaaaare
His actions are HIS actions. His actions are HIS fault
the next time I see a tragedy like the elliot rodger shooting on the news, Iâm gonna think of all the vile comments from people online that say it all could have been avoided if the people he threatened and menaced would just relinquish their bodies and their comfort and their personal space for him, and Iâm gonna  s e e  y o u r  f a c e  and I hope you fucking know it.
Donât you ever talk to me. I am sick to my stomach over your fucking bullshit.
is it time for frank cho and milo manara to die or what
Thatâs basically a naked woman Iâm YELLING
What a pervert. What the FUCK does he not know how clothes work? What the hypothetical fuck is she wearing then if we can see all that?
Itâs like how bath towels in comics miraculously wrap completely around breasts. Or how even when injured and dead on the ground women in comics have to be twisted into âsexyâ poses. Or how women in comics walk like theyâre in high heels even barefoot.Â
Itâs the only way men know how to draw women, because to them female characters are only there to be sexy. They only think of âwomenâ as exploitative costumes and camera angles, high heels and titillation. Sex objects to ogle, plot objects to further male heroesâ narratives and drama, not heroes to cheer for.Â
Iâm sorry, I was labouring under the impression that this was the crowd that thought women should wear what they want..?
And that applies to fictional women who are depicted by men how? You canât apply agency in the plot to something metatextual when it comes to fictional characters.Â
Come on, letâs not pretend this is a male exclusive thing.
Weâre going to have this argument are we? Not to mention youâre deviating from the original point that attributing agency to fictional charactersâ clothing is asinine.Â
What you have here are images of power, and do you really believe these characters are designed with titillating heterosexual women and bisexual and homosexual men in mind? Because I donât think you do.
This is why the Hawkeye Initiative exists. Take common female poses in comics, put a man in the role, and see how âempoweringâ and âstrongâ it actually looks:Â
Also:Â
He got the painting for fighting against âcensorship.â Note that they handed him a gross design of a female being objectified, because at the end of the day, that is all they really want, to be allowed to objectify women. They donât care about censorship in general it is about their ability to sexualise and degrade women without consequence.
You can see her butthole for chrissakes
I think the best imagery Iâve seen to explain the difference between what men think male objectification is vs what women actually want to see is the Hugh Jackman magazine covers.
Hugh Jackman on a menâs magazine. Heâs shirtless and buff and angry. Heâs imposing and aggressive. This is a male power fantasy, itâs what men want to be and aspire to - intense masculinity.
Hugh Jackman on a womenâs magazine. He looks like a dad. He looks like heâs going to bake me a quiche and sit and watch Game of Thrones with me. He looks like he gives really good hugs.
Men think women want big hulking naked men in loin cloths which is why they always quote He-Man as male objectification - without realizing that He Man is naked and buff in a loin cloth because MEN WANT HIM TO BE. More women would be happy to see him in a pink apron cutting vegetables and singing off-key to 70s rock.
Men want objects. Women want PEOPLE.
This is the first time I have EVER seen this false equivalence articulated so well. Thank you.
@angstymelon
I love this so much!!Â
âHa ha! Sunscreening my child is so fun and whimsical! She doesnât scream and writhe in the sand like I am skinning her alive to the horror of other beach-goers while I blindly slap sunscreen in the direction of her flailing body. I love summer.âÂ
MEET THE GENIUS BUSH FAMILY; TEENS HAVE MASTERâS DEGREES, MOM IS ATTORNEY AND ARCHITECT
It has to be Americaâs most amazing family. Meet the Bushes from South Florida overachievers who stand at the ready to serve their country. Gisla and Bobby Bush have 9 children, who are some of the brightest young minds in the US.
Three of the oldest had graduated from college while they were still teenagers.
Gabrielle Bush graduated from college with a Bachelorâs Degree in health administration at 18. At 19 she received her Masterâs Degree in public administration.
Grace Bush graduated from high school and college in the same week at 16. At 18 she earned her Masterâs Degree in public administration.
Gisla Bush was only 18 when she graduated from college with a Bachelorâs Degree in urban design.
Other children are home-schooled as the rest of the family. All of them play musical instruments.
Their mom was asked about the secret source:
I bet you havenât heard about this family that raise prodigy kids. The media always keep silent about successful Black people.Â
Thatâs why representation matters.
Wait?! They are from Florida? Iâm down for this amazing family that totally went all out and single handedly tipped the Florida scales and made us not so bad!
1) our President is a Prime Minister
2) our Prime Minister is a She
3) She is an Atheist
and we have had âObamacareâ for like⊠ever
Lmao
the best response^
Bessie Stringfield (1911-1993): The Motorcycle Queen of Miami
She was a great woman. Full entry here. Book here. Art notes after the cut.
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I think we need to talk about what âBodily Autonomyâ means.
 You see this phrase thrown around a lot, especially in the abortion debate, but I think a lot of people donât really understand what it means.Â
Bodily Autonomy, sometimes called Bodily Integrity, is the idea that a person has an inviolable right to determine what happens to their physical body, and that a violation of a personâs consent in matters concerning their own body is unethical, immoral, and possibly criminal.Â
This does not mean âyou are allowed to do whatever you want.â It isnât comparable to property rights or taxation or laws regarding public health that impact whole communities.Â
What it does mean is that your body should always be under your control. You can chose or deny what things involving your physical body are at stake. Some examples:
You can choose to donate your organs but, No one can steal your organsÂ
You can choose to get a haircut, but no one should chop off your hair without permission.Â
You can choose to get a tattoo, but no one should hold you down and forcibly tattoo anything onto you.Â
You can choose to have sex with another consenting person, but no one should sexually violate you.Â
Doctors should ask permission from you (or someone you have given permission to speak on your behalf) before administering drugs or treatmentsÂ
This previous point is important in many capacities, but one very relevant on to reproductive rights is that doctors should ask and respect choice made regarding birth- whether to have a c-section, whether to have an epidural, etc. Â
Infants should not undergo circumcision, as they are unable to consent. (If adults want to undergo circumcision for whatever reason, they can do so.)Â
You should not be forced to give blood for any reason (including donation to save another person, OR for drug testing. These actions may be volunteered, but should not be mandatory)Â
Intersex infants should not be subjected to genital surgery unless there is a pressing health need (such as a blocked urinary tract or exposed internal organs) at which point, the parents need to be consulted.Â
 And YES, a person should not be forced to carry a pregnancy to term if they do not want to, no matter how they became pregnant in the first place.Â
And the list goes on. We have to start with the understanding that in matters concerning the physical body, you should be the final authority, and you should always be given the information, resources, and opportunity to make the best possible choice for yourself.Â
not all heroes wear capes
Rest in power.
Mood.
MEEEEEE!
He Thought He Could Intimidate Me Into Sacrificing a Stranger
Iâd been bar-hopping with several friends, and theyâd headed home, leaving me in the last bar. As I was getting ready to leave, I saw a guy come in and make his way through the bar, just surveying the scene. There had been a table of college girls toward the back, and I realized that all of them had left except for one girl who was obviously intoxicated. I was in my mid-twenties at the time, and the guy was probably the same or a little older, but the drunk girl was obviously a second year student, maybe even underaged. While I watched, the guy sat down at her table and attempted to talk to her. She was so drunk she could hardly interact with him. I went over to the bartender and asked if he knew where the girlâs friends had gone, and he shrugged, saying that theyâd left earlier. While I was standing there talking to him, the strange man got the college girl on her feet, half carrying her, and started toward the door.
Me being me, I intercepted the guy, and asked him if he knew the girl. He insisted that he did, but refused to tell me her name. Then he produced a first name but no last name. Her purse was hanging on her outside arm, just a wristlet around her wrist and I snatched it off her arm, and pulled out her college ID and it was a totally different name than the one the guy had given me. Now that I had the girlâs purse, he started to get angry, but he couldnât tell me where she lived, or anything else about her. He kept insisting that he was just going to give her a ride home, and I kept refusing to let them leave. The entire time, the bartender just watched, like he didnât know what to do.
Finally, the guy let go of the girl and kind of shoved her toward me (she could barely stand on her own) and then he starts telling me that I should mind my own business, and that Iâve got some nerve insinuating that he was anything but a good samaritan trying to make sure a drunk girl got home safely. I informed him that I was going to call a cab for the girl, and he asked me if I was going to call one for myself, because it was late, and ânot very safe for single girls with bad attitudes to walk anywhere aloneâ I have never been easily intimidated by anyone, and Iâve grown up working on farms and training horses, so physically Iâm very fit and strong even though Iâm only 5'5. I told him Iâd never met anyone I couldnât handle yet, but that he was welcome to step up and try me. He blew me off and left the bar in a huff.
I called a cab. The bartender asked who was paying for it, and I told him I would if the bar wouldnât, and then wondered what it would do for their reputation if people found out this was how they treated college girls in a college town. After that, the bartender offered to pay for the cab. I called numbers in the girlâs phone (she just sat there in a drunk stupor) until I got ahold of her roommate (who hadnât gone out that night) and explained what had happened. The roommate gave me their address and told me that she was going to go out front and wait for the cab. When the cab got to the bar, I told the driver where to go, and that I had his cab number, and the girlâs roommate was waiting for him, and that if anything went wrong, it was going to be his ass. He was dubious, but left with the girl, and within 15 minutes the girlâs roommate texted me on my phone and told me that sheâd gotten her friend and everything was fine.
Then I started to walk to my car, which was a few blocks away. And there was the guy from the bar, actually waiting around to try and scare me. He honestly thought, after all of that, and even after I made it clear that I wasnât afraid of him, that he could intimidate me. He started to cross the street my way, saying that I should have taken him seriously when he warned me about how it wasnât safe to walk  alone and that Iâd better be prepared to make up for getting in his way earlier. I thought he might attack me, but instead of backing off, I headed right for him, reiterating that Iâd be happy to take him on if he wasnât afraid of getting his ass kicked by a woman. I was honestly ready to fight him, but he abruptly backpedaled calling me a âcrazy bitchâ and saying that I âneeded to learn how to take a jokeâ and then he left, yelling back over his shoulder that âThere arenât nosy bitches in every bar, but there are plenty of drunk ones in this town.â Iâve never seen him in the decade since, but I never go out that I donât think about that asshole, and wonder how many girls heâs carted off from bars and raped or assaulted.
Jesus Christ was a brown Jew in the Middle East, conceived out of wedlock in an arguably interracial if not interspecies (deity and human) relationship, raised by his mother and stepfather in place of his absent father. Â He may not have had a Y chromosome. Â He spent his early youth as a refugee in Egypt, where his family no doubt survived initially on handouts from the wealthy (You think they kept that gold, frankincense, and myrrh from the wise men? Â Hell no, they sold that stuff for food and lodging). Â He later returned with his parents to their occupied homeland and lived in poverty.
The religion of Jesusâs people has no concept of a permanent hell and instructed its priests on how to induce miscarriages.  Jesus explicitly rejected the concept of disability as a divine punishment.  He spoke out against religious hypocrites.  He had enough respect for women to let his mother choose the time of his first miracle.  He blessed a same sex couple.  He told a rich man that he must give up his wealth to get to heaven, and also told a parable about a rich man suffering in agony in presumably Gehinnom (basically Purgatory) just to hammer the point home.  He told people to pay their taxes.  He declared âlove your neighborâ to be one of the two commandments on which all laws hang.  He commanded his followers to help the poor.  He commanded them to help the sick and the needy. He spent time with social outcasts.  He healed the servant of a high priest during his arrest rather than fighting back.  He was put to death by the occupying government because he was a political radical.
Trump and his administration are xenophobic, misogynistic, racist, fear-mongering, warmongering, tax-dodging, anti-Semitic, anti-choice, anti-welfare, anti-equal pay, anti-LGBTQIA+, anti-immigration, support tax cuts for the rich, support Citizenâs United, want to keep refugees out of this country, want to limit our ability to speak against the government, plan to abolish the Affordable Care Act, and they wrap all of that up behind a banner of âChristian family values.â  If you support them, you have no right to call yourself a follower of Christ.
itâs so rare, yet so fulfilling, to see the J-man on my dash
One of my friends is literally the most religious Christian I have ever met. What does that mean in regards to her lifestyle and outlook? She loves everyone. EVERYONE. Unconditionally. And she supports healthcare and education and birth control and everything thatâs necessary to have a healthy, stable society.
Because thatâs what her homeboy JC would want.
Canon Jesus is better than Fandom Jesus.
OMGÂ
âCanon Jesus is better than Fandom Jesus.â
 FTW.
Whatâs the most simple thing youâve ever had to explain to a fully competent adult?
That you cannot fax money to someone.
Had someone accidentally fax us some paperwork. They then asked if we would fax it back due to the paperwork being confidentialâŠ
I have received a fax in an envelope. like⊠they took the documents, put em in an envelope, then faxed me a picture of the sealed envelope.
When I was a kid, I faxed my dadâs satellite office drawings of horses. I had watched my father send so many faxes that I had the process memorized. Except, for some reason I thought that I could fax things to grandma. I put in the numbers for the office every time, but was convinced that the faxes were going to grandma. I also didnât think to inform my parents that I was doing this.
My dad visited the satellite office (three hour drive) one day and discovered their conference room white board absolutely covered in my drawings. The guys thought it was adorable that I sent drawings and letters to them, and didnât tell my dad because they knew heâd stop me.
Thatâs one of the cutest things Iâve ever heard.
I like that this just turned into stories about faxing
