#stanfordrapist

[pipermocha12]

America in a Nutshell

A white rapist spends three months in jail because nobody wants to ruin his “bright future.”

A biracial man sits during the National Anthem to peacefully protest police brutality and is ridiculed, shamed, and called Unpatriotic.

Tell me there isn’t anything wrong with America. Tell me.

[notesfromafashionista]

Stanford rapist

My next post is not fashion related. However, I feel the need to use this platform to speak for victims of horrific sexual assault.

[soulrevision]

💅🏾 #stanfordrapist

[lindsaytheresaa]

Mental breakdown.

This Brock Turner story has actually brought up some memories from middle school and the years after… Memories of all the boys that would objectify my friends and I. That would grab our asses as we walked through the hall ways.

I brought up horrible memories of the one boy that would walk home with my friends and I. Who tried unclothing me from the waste down as I told him no repeatedly, and only did he stop because I started crying; while my “best friends” walked away thinking I was enjoying it and his older friend watches and laughed as it happened.

A couple of girls I wasn’t as close with told a teacher and he told me I wasn’t allowed to walk home until he was gone and was told not to talk to me… but he would wait for me somewhere away from the school.

Memories of the same boy forcing me to give my first hand job on the walk home. Again my friends no where to be seen. Shoving my hand down his pants and threatening to break my hand if I didn’t open it and grasp his dick. He forcefully opened my hand, wrapped it around his penis and went on to give himself a handjob… using my hand.

This same boy made it impossible for me to have a boyfriend in middle school (big whoop) because he would threaten them. As if I was his property.

And this same boy… has been sharing and shaming Brock Turner for his actions all over social media and I’ve had enough.. I had this boy as a “friend” on social media for years now and only now has his name has been showing up on my time line.

My experience with sexual assault goes deeper than I thought, these stories in the media are opening wounds I forgot were there and buried deep inside me.. I won’t go into detail about anymore personal stuff because it’s too much. My blog isn’t anonymous and I feel the need to share this and get it off my chest.