otp:-i-believe-her

This is one of the reasons the majority of rapists get away. This is one of the reasons that the majority of those that are raped never seek proper help. It’s because of this. And you may think, well he’s just a celebrity and she’s a celebrity and it’s just one person. But when it goes this public and you see that the reaction to your violation is strangers attacking you more - more than you’ve already been attacked, what the fuck are you going to do? Of course you’re going to hide it.
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Jamie Kilstein, today on Citizen Radio, about why the backlash against Dylan Farrow isn’t just terrible for Dylan Farrow. 

Listen at wearecitizenradio.com or on tumblr. 

So here´s the thing...

I already told you about the things my mom said after I showed her the pics from the SBL premiere. 

Today I showed her the pics from Fox Upfronts. All the pics from Chris and Willdemort. And she said: “GOSH HE LOOKS SO UNHAPPY. WTF! Where is Darren? He needs him. They´re soulmates!”

There you go momma! You freaking gipsy! She is always right. ALWAYS! (She has those freaky gipsy vodooo powers) 

I know its a stupid post.. but I know my mom. And when shes saying that Dare and Chris are together… I believe her. 

The real test of your feminism, and your cries of ‘I believe her’ is not when you read and share articles on Facebook, is not when you talk about rape stats and the improbability of survivors lying, it’s when you find out your friends and the people you love have done some shitty and sometimes horrific things, and how you respond to that. That is the test of your feminism, of your 'I believe her’. When it hits you right in the face. A non response is a response. A defensive response is a response. Neither are feminist. 

#Ibelieveyou

By Jade Kimberley Tate

Believe for
The shattered edges of her nasal bone
The shattered edges of her self-esteem
The shattered edges between nightmare and dream
The alternative routes that could have been
If an alternative route had been taken

Believe for
The lines in between the rumors
The lines she wrote to her friend
In a text message, on BBM
The lines she wrote in her statement to the police

The lines that line her memory
The lines of so many narratives
Of she, of her, of me

Still waiting in line
For our lines to be believed 

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Last month, Purple Drum came together with Rachel Long and Joelle Taylor to deliver workshops with young women to challenge media misrepresentation through poetry. This is one of the pieces created through the workshops.

It’s funny because Emma was the one to say “I know that look. I believe her.” BUT THEN YOU LOOK AT REGINA SHE KNEW EMMA WANTED GRAHAM BEFORE EMMA DID. SHE KNEW EMMA’S CONFLICTED FEELINGS FOR HOOK BEFORE SHE DID. AND SHE KNOWS THAT EMMA’S TRUE DREAM WAS TO RAISE HENRY AND HAVE MOMENTS WITH HIM SO SHE GAVE IT TO HER. 

When Regina, Belle and Henry!Pan walked into Gold’s shop, at best she caught the last words of Snow and Emma’s conversation. 

So she didn’t hear Emma’s confession to Mary Margaret. She.just.knew. She knows in her heart had Emma raised Henry she would’ve been a great mom who loved Henry unconditionally. She has no way of undoing this curse since she’s going back to FTL, but she has hope and faith in Emma to take care of Henry. And she was right yet again. 

[TWs for abuse, assault, rape]

At one point, my mother sat me down and told me that I wouldn’t be in trouble if I was lying – that I could take it all back. I couldn’t. It was all true. But sexual abuse claims against the powerful stall more easily. There were experts willing to attack my credibility. There were doctors willing to gaslight an abused child.

I believe her.

"Who fed you? Who raised you? Your life is mine. I own you."

Today I witnessed my mother speaking her heart. Finally I heard the awfulness, the core of her corruption on my life, directly from her, again powerless against it.

“Some people are so broken, they get mad at you for being whole.”

I have given my soul to save my mother, rejections to other family members aside, yet maybe I was hoping by doing so I was saving myself. I always knew I was a person below the average classmate but I had no idea where I could gain the experience and knowledge of getting better. I shared with her what I knew to be the roots of prosperity because that is what she shared with me, but she could not understand enough to embody it.

I have clothes. I have a bed. I eat delicious food. But I am not free.

Is this prosperity?

This is my mom. This is why I understand slavery mentality so deeply.. No matter how much freedom I can see in front of me, no matter how much liberty this country offers, I am chained by my loyalty to this mother. This mother who raised me as her property.

I am not free from her.

Why do I not will myself to cut these toxic chains?

I remember back in summer 08. Radio Disney has a contest lip syncing contest  to meet the Jonas Brothers. So I was debating if I wanted to enter the contest. When I went to my grandma’s house she said you will win and meet them. I was like okay. I seriously didn't believe her. The next day is the contest. Guess who wins. Yeah…………….. Me :D

So ever since then I believed she said

Love and miss you Grandma :) Xx

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Demi Lovato, Skyscraper

No matter the genre of music, when someone bares their soul to you to it’s beautiful.