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skrippers:

give it 10 years

give it 10 years after that

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magnacarterholygrail:

my personal style is called “i don’t have the money for my preferred aesthetic”

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FEMINIST NEWS: While righteously defending herself Camia Gamet savagely beat her boyfriend and stabbed him 11 times, using a Filet Knife to gut him like a Fish.

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the-strong-silent-typist:

mr-cappadocia:

Like the Warrior Women of Olde (Whom We Will Provide Historical Evidence for Once We Find It), Camia Gamet struck down her penis wielding cishetmale boyfriend.

He had it coming, of course.

You know what, fuck it. I can’t even keep this up. She had a history of beating the shit out of her boyfriend until she finally killed him, at one point repeatedly assaulting him with a fucking hammer. Nobody intervened. Nobody helped. There was no shelter he could go to. He cried for help while she repeatedly stabbed him to death.

***And if we had gender-neutral laws and equal-access shelters, this would not have happened.*** This is one of thousands, tens of thousands of deaths that could be prevented. This blood is on the hands of feminist lobbyists and feminist policymakers. Tens of thousands of names like this, stories like this. There is a reason that this is important, there is a price of human lives until we get real equality, actual equality, and not the sham that feminism has been peddling.

(Asterisks and bold emphasis in the first sentence of the last paragraph added by me.)

YES.

I volunteer at a “family shelter” that until recently was exclusively reserved for women and children. The men’s shelter in our area received less than half of the public funding that ours does and eventually it was closed all together, leaving men with children no local options.

I saw men, literally battered and bloody, turned away. Sure, the center offered to keep their kids though… 'No, it's cool man. We'll take your kids and put them into the CPS system. You can figure out how to jump through all those hoops to get them back later. Go on back to that home where your wife poured scalding grease down your back and wait, ok? Everything will seem different in the morning.'

Sure, there are “men’s shelters” but those places are primarily used by addicted or mentally ill indigents and the services provided there are poorly suited to men suffering abuse or to children. Those places simply weren’t designed to meet those needs. They’re overcrowded, poorly funded and poorly managed, and often, the men we saw who went to those places were robbed, beaten and abused just badly as they were in the homes they were trying to escape.

Very recently though, our shelter opened a men’s wing. Since then every bed has been full, every single night. EVERY BED. EVERY NIGHT. We’ve already doubled legal and psychological support staff and there’s still more help needed. And more and more men keep coming. 

To be clear, ours is a crisis center. In order to qualify for residence there, one must be a guardian to at least one child, and there has to be physical abuse that has been documented by doctors AND police. These aren’t lazy or drama queening dudes who just want someplace to crash because they’ve been fighting with their partners. These are men who are being battered and their children harmed and who have absolutely no place left to run.

If you think that women are incapable of abusing men as profoundly as men abuse women…I can introduce you to some people who will change your mind. Like the guy who came in with glass in his scalp and cheek from where his wife ground a broken drinking glass into his face - for the second time. Or the one who was drugged to sleep and then raped with a zucchini by his girlfriend, who filmed the entire thing and shared it with her friends. Or the one who had his knee broken by a baseball bat when he came home and told his girlfriend he’d been fired. Or the one who set on fire because his wife thought he was cheating on him. Yeeahh, these guys should just man up and fight back right? Or maybe they deserved it somehow? (Pardon me while I puke.)

Regardless of what you think about the patriarchy, the domestic abuse suffered by men is real, and there is a very real deficit in social support resources for men who suffer that abuse.  

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rapunzel rapunzel throw down some sick beats

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coalgirls:

move over monogatari 

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If you do it often, it’s quite probable you don’t have a girlfriend

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This Teacher Asked Her Students to Write to an Author. Kurt Vonnegut Wrote Back This

In 2006 Ms. Lockwood, an English teacher at Xavier High School, asked her students to write a letter to a famous author. She wanted them discuss the author’s work and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut (1922 – 2007) was the only one to write back and his advice is worth reading. 

Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:

I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.

What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.

Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.

Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?

Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.

God bless you all!

Kurt Vonnegut

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screwgravityy:

xdmelody:

Today’s obsession is Pug gifs.

IM SO FUCKING DONE

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