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They call her McGee, Tits McGee
Fault
A friend of mine was recently sexually assalted by her husband. She didn’t even realize what had happened until we were talking about it. Which isn’t an uncommon thing, at all. It’s more common than you’d imagine.
She, like many others, thought that because he didn’t listen to her no made it just some aggressive sex. NOPE. That’s rape.
Girls, guys, whatever you identify as you’re allowed to change your mind. Relationship. Casual hook up. No is always valid. Whether he or she is balls deep or barely testing the water. I don’t care what you think. YOU CAN CHANGE YOUR MIND.
Here’s a little personal example of changing your mind after the fact.
I was at the beach for my graduation party and I had a few friends and my family and my brothers best friend. Someone I could trust.
My brothers friend and I had been joking and flirting all day. Neither one of us were sober. It was just some light harmless flirting. We end up having this dance party and a song came on and we started dancing, at this point it was just my friends and I losing our minds, my brothers friend walks over and starts staring and I give him THE eye. Everyone has the eye. It’s the one that lets them know what you’re thinking about. We keep drinking and flirting and having fun. I started feeling bad so I went and laid down while my friends went drunk beach walking. I’m upstairs for maybe five minutes and he makes his way up. He crawls under the covers with me and starts trying to kiss on me and put his hands down my pants and tries to go down on me. I am more than against this. I say no and try to fight my way off the bed. At the time I was maybe 130 on a good day and I’m relatively short. I was a tiny girl. He is 6’ 4 and probably around 200 some odd pounds. Obviously I wasn’t winning. He got his hands down my pants and for distracted and I managed to finesse my way off the bed and down stairs. My brother, brother in law and my cousin were down there. I looked spooked enough that they were worried to the point of thinking I was gonna pass out and they even asked where the friend was at the time. I lied. I didn’t want any drama. I knew it wasn’t my fault but it wasn’t worth it. On the way back home I rode with my brother. I told him what happened and he was pissed until he talked to my aunt about it. They both talked to me. She told me I was flirting with him and that i needed to be more careful with how I portray myself and not to try to come between my brother and his friend and my brother wasn’t so mad anymore. My aunts statement made sense to him. To him it was logical. To me it was heartbreakingly bitter. Some how my no wasn’t a no because i was flirting. My assault was MY FAULT because I flirted.
That moment fucked me up for a while. I was assaulted 2 more times after that. One by my boyfriend at the time and once by a group of guys who found an easy target. It was my fault that it had happened. Remember my aunt said I FLIRTED. I did something to make it okay to make it normal.
I tried to kill my self 3 times. I wasn’t important. I was used up and not enough for anyone.
I couldn’t be loved enough to be told my rapes were not my fault and that it isn’t okay. That I can say no. Relationship or not.
I had a talk with my brothers friend and asked him why he thought I didn’t mean no, his response didn’t do much. It wasn’t anything grand but it knocked something in me that made me see no matter what I would’ve done he was going to do it anyways.
My brother and my aunt we aren’t as close as we once were. That trust will never be brought back.
I just learned that my no is a no. I will have your dick so far in me that I can feel it coming up my throat but I can also say no. I have the right to change my mind and just because you don’t agree doesn’t give you the right to disregard that.
Practice safety. Emotional safety. Sexual safety. Health safety.
You are worth it.
I know this was jumbled and all over the place but I still haven’t figured out how to cohesively explain the fucked up situations that paint my life story.
I love you all and I am here for you all. No matter what. I see the messages. I see the asks. I am here.
Power
I have a very personal post coming either tonight or tomorrow morning. Basically about giving someone else the power to hurt you and keep you from growing.
It’s a dark one so get ready
So here’s the tea guys. I work 7 days a week. I get about 50-60 hours a week. I got a huge promotion at work and it’s a lot to take on. I try to balance that, my home life and my personal health/mental health. It’s a lot. I don’t sleep. I eat maybe once a day. I cry. Often and hard. I’m stressed. I feel like I am failing my family and not spending enough time with them. I have two gorgeous kids and they cost $$ and to make that $$ I’ve got to work. I go to warped tour in two weeks and that’ll be the first day’s off and break I’ve had in about 3-4 months. I have so many ideas for this blog and the direction I want it to go, I just don’t have the energy. Some days I have the energy but not the confidence. I hear I am losing weight and gettin smaller but I don’t see it. I often look at my body and want to break the mirror because I’m not where I want to be or because I just see a massive blob of fat and unlovable curves. It gets dark real fast these days. Just don’t give up on me. I am working hard for my home life and that’s just something I’ve got to do. I have so photos I’m editing and they should be up within the week. So look out for those. I love you all. Remember self health is important.
I’m still alive guys lol. Just some phone drama here recently. But I still exist here.
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Office Space
So I have another fetish and it’s the thought of working in a corporate office setting and being able to wear these sexy pencil skirts and borderline inappropriate shirts that show just enough to keep you guessing.
Walking around the office in my stilettos with a seductive sway to my hips as the men and women look on in awe and lust.
I would love that so much. It would be so god damn sexy. almost makes me wanna leave my current job for something like that. I love getting a good reaction out of a man.
Stalker Fetish
I think I 100% have a stalker fetish. The thought of having someone or there following me and watching my every move turns me on so much. Idk where it stems from but I am here for it.
Anyone else have one?
Bubble bath work break.
Here’s an unpopular opinion that shouldn’t be unpopular: Not wanting sex is a reasonable boundary to set for literally any reason. Be it your trauma, your mental health, your sexuality, or any other factor. Your partners should respect that and they should respect you. This shouldn’t be a debate.
I’ve got all these ideas just storming around in my head, yet I do not know how to execute them. Nor do I really feel confident in myself to absolutely love them.
I’m at a weird place right now. I either absolutely adore my image or i want to starve myself until food was just a distant memory. I’m perfect one day and then the next I have the flittering thought that “a little nip here and a small tuck there wouldn’t hurt anyone”. The world inside my mind is an incredibly dark and lonely place full of earth shattering thoughts.
It’s all quite depressing actually. Some days I can hardly find the energy to walk or breath. The simplest of tasks render me useless these days.
The anxiety that grasps hold of my body and beats it through a forest of frustration is never ending. The migraines of self doubt and worth are exruciating and the remembrance of what once was is completely numbing.
I am a mess. A visionary mess, but a catastrophic whirlwind of emotional mess nonetheless.
I love you all and I have beautifully artistic things planned for this blog, I’m just not quite there yet and I need that to be okay.
@belovedsangi and @danipup , one of the things that you have in common, and one of the things I am most proud of, is that you both have such an amazing commitment to and capacity for personal growth. In the time I have known you, I have seen it from you both and it has made me enormously happy and incredibly proud.
I love you both more than I can say. I love who you are today, and I look forward to seeing how you’ll grow tomorrow.
-LMS
i got to read this from my future home (2 more months!) that i’m sitting in right now and it gave me so many happy feels. :)
i love you too, sir, and thank you for how much you believe in me. ❤️
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