via EMILY’s List
via EMILY’s List
Fifty porn films later and over a year in the porn industry, Danielle Williams endured the physical pain of on-set pornographic violence, drug abuse and suicidal thoughts due to the accumulation of the emotional pain of the sexual and physical abuse she had experienced growing up on top of her situation in the industry. Working with the Pink Cross Foundation, she shares her experiences as a stripper, prostitute and porn performer in the sex industry and what it (unfortunately) cost her.
Yet they claim that the queer community is overly sexual and puts our sex lives out there. Straight people are weird.
enforcing heterosexuality for one thing and putting sexualized abuse bullshit on your fucking baby???? wtf is wrong with you people
Mychal Denzel Smith,
Judge Mathis, speaking the truth (via thatprettyoddfeminist)
facts on facts on facts
THIS is why I do what I do
No, I’d say the show does a great job of representing the typical 18-34 male with Larry, with his constant need for validation, attention, and the world to revolve around him.
not to mention Bennet’s quest to prove that he’s a man, Pornstache’s overcompensation that disguises his vulnerability, Healy’s struggle to make positive change that is frustrated by his need to be loved by a woman, and Caputo’s exploration of his desire to control the world around him and whether or not he wants to do that.
men are quite accurately represented in the show, the only issue male viewers seem to have is that these men display the warped nature of man’s dominance, and the idea that their superiority is not perfect and noble is offensive.
"I recently spoke at a university where a student told me it was such a shame that Nigerian men were physical abusers like the father character in my novel. I told him that I had recently read a novel called American Psycho, and that it was a shame that young Americans were serial murderers."
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
When I got home from New York, I went back to work as a pro runner, running, lifting weights, doing drills and strides, posting pictures of everyday practice on social media. As I was looking through my photos from practice I caught myself doing my usual thing: “Ugh, skip, delete, my butt looks big in that one, my stomach is pooching out there. Oh there’s a good one!” And then my finger swiped over to the runway shot. Wow. That was me last week. And this is me now. I wonder what Christy Turlington sees when she flips through her phone? Or Jennifer Lawrence? I bet they see this. What if someone shared the pics they hate the most alongside the pics they love the most? God that would be refreshing to see. Maybe I should do it…
Yay Lauren Fleshman! A professional athlete who doesn’t have a perfect body (because they don’t exist) and is willing to show it off for the benefit of women everywhere. #keepingitreal
I was walking home from having breakfast out this morning. It was freezing cold so I had my red fluffy bobble hat on, navy wool coat and boots. Nothing special. Just walking along, minding my own business, head in the clouds. Suddenly out of nowhere, I hear a wolf whistle. I turn round to look at the house I had just walked by to see a group of 4 working men, staring and winking at me.
Why do people think this is appropriate? I left feeling embarrassed and shamed.
Look here, pal. I did not go out today in an effort to look attractive. I am not a pretty little thing for you to look at and make sexual references about (yes, I heard you, the one in the blue helmet).
I am a woman who was walking home after eating a full english breakfast. I am a human being with eyes, a protruding nose, a gut, toenails and scars.
How I look is not an invitation for you to gawp, humiliate and ultimately: disrespect me.
How I look does not determine who I am.
The guy was very fit, not struggling with the slow 11-minute pace the way I was. He stayed beside me or a few steps back. At the corner I sped up and made a right around him. For a little while I though he’d stopped following me. But he had not….
While I’ve never been followed, I definitely put safety at the forefront when running. I find that men like to catcall and/or stare me up and down as I’m running past them. I live in an area where lots of people just hang out on street corners for fun. I cross the street whenever I’m running past a man and that still doesn’t always stop them. I’m not ready to stop running outside because it restores my sanity. It is really telling how entrenched we are in rape culture that something I do entirely for myself is still affected by my concern for safety.