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The Terms and Conditions of Rape and Abuse, Part 4; Institutionally Reinforced
This chapter, more or less, is about how rape culture is institutionally reinforced in many ways throughout many institutions, a fact which may be a bit depressing to think about. How can you get justice if the systems in place are set up for you to lose? Honestly, it can feel really hopeless when you think of how many rapists are let go or never even caught. I could still try to press charges…
i want to shake many young women and say you can grow in private. and what i mean by that is that you don’t have to publicly self-flagellate when you don’t know something or when you say something a little insensitive or whatever else. you don’t have to report your Bad Thoughts and Ignorance to the crowd who waits to judge you. you do not have to pay penance. you do not have to issue public statements. nothing more is gained from burying yourself in shame than you could gain by thinking “oh i don’t know about this” and looking it up real quick, or thinking “hm, that wasn’t how i want to behave, i’ll do different next time” and then moving on with your life. no need to choke yourself with it.
What is a Christine Jorgensen
Tfw nazis literally burnt Hirschfeld’s (sp?) papers so we wouldn’t be in the history books
Like I wanna be really clear. Hirschfeld was literally moving to a depathologized explanation of trans women (inversion as variance not defect) and was advocating for providing trans women with HRT and surgery, all the while treat numerous trans women with hormones, in the early 1930s. Berlin had a thriving trans and gay community you have never heard of because the nazis destroyed it and the systematically erased evidence of it.
It’s not that trans women have only existed the last thirty years, it’s that you have been intentionally denied knowledge of our history by reactionaries who want to see us dead.
Dedication: This piece as a whole originally started off as a way to work through my own trauma and abuse. This particular section has been
While our ideas of rape and abuse have evolved over time, they have both been prominent in our history as humans, and are frequently feature
All Fall Down?
I’m going to be kind of candid here for a minute. Life is tumultuous. Life is temperamental, and fickle, and nothing is guaranteed, which can be difficult as fuck to deal with. Depression sucks, anxiety sucks, mental health issues fucking suck. One of the hardest things for me in my struggle with all of these things is my inability to take the hits from life and keep rolling forward without…
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it’s like that sometimes
Nap time as a child is a punishment. Nap time as an adult is a gift.
“I told her she wouldn’t like salt & vinegar chips.” (via julsmadison)
Growing up Chicana after the 80s: Let Me tell You Como Va
First of all,
it’s Mom and Amá,
Dad and Apá.
It’s drinking chocomíl for breakfast,
horchata for lunch,
y una coca for dinner.
El paletero on weekends,
los raspados in the summer,
y elotes anytime.
It means eating mangos on a stick,
churros after Mass,
“Chaqui Chis” after Catechism
(y jugando en las maquinitas).
It means going to the buffet for special occasions,
drinking “Chocolate Abuelita” when it’s cold,
and don’t forget el café con leche
en la noche con el panesito on the side.
It’s learning your alphabet
en Mi Libro Majico
y Sesame Street
(pa’ que aprendas tu espelin muy bien).
It means parents working in factories
while going to night school
con la ticher, pa’prender mas inglish
and the constant demands of “traduceme esto.”
It means being 15-years-old;
a woman too young for everything
and too old to look back.
It’s growing up with la Chilindrina to your left
And la Malinche to your right.
It’s La Virgen de Guadalupe on your nightstand,
A Rosary in the car
y persínate when we get on the freeway.
It’s the comforting smell of endless candles
on the altar en el pasillo
(especially the green veladoras of San Judas)
and the 3 or 4 almaneques around the house
to make sure we remember to call relatives
en el día de su santo.
It’s Vicente Fernandez on the radio,
Juan/Ana Gabriel in your dad’s tocadisco
And Maná in your CD player.
It’s growing up singing to los “Biros”
Los Bukis and Luis Miguel.
It’s Grease on DVD and Vaselina on VHS.
It means laughing at Cantiflas and Jim Carrey.
It’s life according to novelas
And love en blanco y negro, like Pedro Infante.
It means inflating la pisina till you’re out of breath,
then filling it with cold water from the green manguera
when it’s warm enough outside,
and enjoying paletas de limón con chile
y red bolis en el summer.
It means carne asada with los tíos (every weekend)
y unas frias en el refri.
It’s uncles having too much to drink
and giving your primitos money to dance
to the tunes of old rancheras and banda.
It’s my primos en el Army
And my brokenhearted tías waiting by the phone (por si
llaman).
It’s going to la tienda de los Chinos
and buying three calling cards para llamar a la familia).
It means Día de las Madres el 10 de Mayo and
Mother’s Day on the second Sunday in May.
It means scraping your knees
to fight for the bolo at your primita’s baptism
and standing in line (shortest to tallest)
to get your bolsita de dulces.
It means staying up to finish los recuerdos
for your sister’s quinceañera
and your prima’s wedding
(which is followed by the comforting nudge of
“no te preocupes, you’re next”).
It means buying the materials in el suapmi
and stopping by the yard sales
(pa’ ver las chacharas).
It means an assembly line for Christmas:
preparing maza, soaking las hojas, guisando, stuffing, wrapping and tying.
Then eating them en la Noche Buena
as we wait for Santo Clos and el Niñito Dios
to come at midnight so we can open our presents.
It means road trips con el lonche en la llelera:
papitas, sanwiches, y sodas,
with five to seven people in the car
(y el portabebé in the middle)
on the way to visit los abuelos for vacation
and everyone saying “que grandota estas” once you get there.
On the way back it means carrying cartones con mecate as luggage
and paquetes de queso if they search you en la pasada.
It’s a new baby in the family every year
(y vamos a la Ross para comprarle algo bonito).
It means Dad and los tíos going to Home Depot
to buy madera for the new fence or tejaban
and living on the same street as your primos.
It means a good spanking
(con la mano, with the chancla, or the leather cinto)
when you’re travieso
prefaced by “te va ‘parecer Juan Diego cuando lleguemos a la casa”
and concluded with “te voy a pegar si sigues llorando.”
It means té de manzanilla,
mejoralitos y penicilina.
Vicks vaporú,
Sana Sana colita de rana
y vamos a que te soben
when you’re sick.
It means blessing before you go to sleep
(pa’ que no te agarre el cucuy cuando hagas mímis)
y que sueñes con los angelios.
Tan tan.
–Evelyn I Soto
♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽🌶🌶👍🏼 Please read. Memories will start flashing non stop.
This legit made me shed a tear. Me pego justo en la niñez
Never forget where you come from .
The realness
IM FUCKING CRYING
I’m so blessed this is my culture, I wouldn’t trade it for the world
anxiety is like
my brain: you’re doing it wrong
me: what
my brain: YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG
me: be more specific please
my brain: YoU’rE dOiNg It WrOnG
me: i’m not even doing anything
my brain: you’re still doing it wrong
Moon in Fire: Lets just react. Now. Like a firework going off.
Moon in Earth: Lets be reasonable about this.
Moon in Air: Lets think about it. And stay thinking about it.
Moon in Water: Lets ride the waves of what it provokes in me.
Every morning we hop a little fence. Esper gets all jazzed about it, like we are doing something bad, so she shoots me this look like “OHHH MAN, we gonna get in soooo much trouble.”
the Gentle Alien is excited for Crimes
How to cheer up the signs here!
