黄子韬

128화 1학년 3반 비빔밥

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They’re in the same class :’)

When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.

In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.

And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.

And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.

And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.

And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.

And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.

And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.

And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.

-16 year old girl

Did I reblog this already I dont care

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Ivory Satin Crop & Shorts Twin Set | edit 

I don’t even want the job anymore. I forgot to mention I would be the token black girl again. Fuck no.

See this☝ is a prime example of one of the reasons why we take our black hair and hairstyles so seriously. We can literally be passed up for jobs or even fired just because of our hair for no other reason that because its different from everyone else’s. Nothing was even wrong or unkempt about her hair smh.

REBLOG THE FUCK OUTTA THIS

Sending you positive vibes for your job search love 💓

Where’s “ People should wear their hair however they want white tumblr now?” Piper? Larry? Where are you? 

And can we all just see that her hair IS done? Like she looks perfectly fine

this is why white people cannot not or ever be a part of a natural hair movement

or wear cornrows

or “afros” 

or box braids

or “dreads” 

or bantu knots

the reality for black women wearing their hair like this is we either assimilate and lose ourselves or wear our hair naturally, which is seen as dirty, unkempt, and a sign of rebellion. 

seriously fuck y’all for even attempting to debate this with us. 

Black people, they usually don’t come out and SAY this to you,

But when you’re in an interview and the interviewer is distant to oppositional, refusing to warm up to you and asking you only negative shit like, “What’s the worst work scenario you’ve ever experienced?”

When you’re in a lobby with more people who are all being interviewed and your interview is REAL short, like, you’re in and out of the office in much shorter time than everyone else,

When they’re the HR person or the high level manager but they tell you they have to check with somebody ELSE to “see what else we need”,

It’s a no, honey.

And it’s because of your hair and/or skintone.

They will NOT come out and SAY that because it’s a lawsuit.

But it’s nothing you did or said, and you’re fully capable and qualified, just as you are, and you WILL find a job.

It just won’t be THERE.

Keep pushing sapphire doves​. Even if you were to get the job, it wouldn’t be a positive environment for you to be in anyway. Keep looking and you’ll find something better.

White people, speak up. Y'all love staying silent when being confronted with facts and testimonials.

All yall bloggers who wanna get mad at my Afro post, now is your time to speak up.

Who am I kidding yall won’t do shit but justify this and still argue about “Afros are for everyone!”

I’m quietly sitting here and realising that none of the black women in my office have natural hair. That my white person hair actually IS messy and unkempt (I wash it but usually I don’t even dry it before I get to the office) and that I have never even thought about worrying that it could cost me my job. It has literally never even occurred to me to think about that.

Fuck.

I am so sorry that POC have to deal with this shit. From what I’m seeing here her hair  is clean, washed, put up beautifully and to be quite honest I love the way her hair has natural curls. Like seriously, those curls are perfect curls. My white girl curls are horrible and disasterous. I have to straighten my hair before I go out because if I don’t they look messy and unkempt and horrible. You don’t. You should be allowed to rock your hair exactly as it is because it is flawless. I am so sorry that we make you suffer because you’re beauty is on another level to us that we as white people just don’t seem to understand.

And my friends have the balls to sit there and say that cornrows and dreads are “just hairstyles”. Tbh, yeah, your hair looks cute and you look wicked professional. Fuck the lady that interviewed you. Can’t believe NATURAL BLACK HAIR is still associated with “dirty” or “unkept” or other negative things in 2015. Jesus almighty.

Sweater + Skirt 

So, Donald Trump walked on stage yesterday to R.E.M.’s “It’s The End of the World.” All irony aside, here’s how lead singer Michael Stipe responded:

And Stipe was not alone in his disgust. R.E.M. bassist Mike Mills had a similar response.

When Nobody Helps You With the Group Project 📓

story time.

the look in your eyes is what gets me.

don’t touch the lava: dog edition