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This isn’t my usual type post here, but sometimes you just have to do what you have to do.

A teenage girl gets really drunk at a party, gets into a truck with a boy she’s had a crush on. Let’s him fuck her. She’s so drunk that she’s passing into and out of consciousness. The only thing she knows is that her head keeps hitting against the armrest of the passenger door. Then she swims up out of the drunken fog to open her eyes to the cab light, her almost naked body and an open driver’s door. Outside there are boys, several, standing about. A few of them in their underpants. The gears in her brain try to work, try to sort out what she’s waking to, but then another boy crawls into the truck with her. Then another and another and another. About thirteen in all. She’s spat on, slapped, hit, taken repeatedly. They are all her classmates. Finally, when the last one is finished with her, one of the boys, her best friend’s brother, carries back to her car and drives her to her house and leaves her there in her driveway.

A woman is sleeping her bed with her year old son. The first moment she awakens to a noise, she sees the pillow being lowered onto her face. A man’s voice saying he has a gun pointed at her child. He ties her feet and hands with a telephone cord, wraps a braided leather belt around her neck and begins to choke her. Ties the belt off at the headboard and rummages through her purse, her drawers, her belongings. He returns to he bed and unzips his pants, pulls the woman by the end of the belt to him. He rapes her mouth while her little son sits behind her, awake, silent. Fortunately when the man leaves, the only thing he takes with him are money and jewelry. Fortunately, he leaves the woman’s son unharmed.

A woman meets her ex-boyfriend to talk about her moving out and leaving him. He promises to bring something she needs. Cocaine. He promises to be on his best behavior, not violent like he’s been too much in the previous weeks. They meet at a friend’s apartment, neutral ground. They talk, do coke, she still will not agree to go back to him. He says he’s going out to the car to get more dope, but instead brings a friend back. A big mean friend who is going to teach her a lesson. The friend beats the woman, fractures the bone ringing one of her eyes. He hits her in the ribs, in the kidneys, many times in the face. He rapes the woman on the floor while her ex-boyfriend sits on the sofa shooting up coke. Watching. The woman pleads with her ex-boyfriend for help, to stop what is happening. He stands, takes down his pants and rapes the woman too. Is on top of her when police crash through the door. They ex-boyfriend and his friend go to jail. The woman goes to the hospital.

A woman has been threatened by her lover. He’s in a position of authority, can make bad things happen for her and for members of her family. He demands she come to his house for a little personal time, a little payment on what she owes him. She doesn’t want to go, but is afraid, has been afraid of him for a long time. She goes to get it over with, she goes because she figures she can fake it just long enough to placate him. He does those things he likes to do. He blindfolds her. Then bondage, restraints tied through D-rings on the base of his chaise lounge. She is bent over the end of the chaise on her knees. Ankles, knees, hips, arms, wrists bound. He removes the blindfold and she sees four of his buddies standing just inside the door. The use her, alone and together. They untie her, turn her over and continue. When she won’t stop crying, her lover gives her heroin to calm her down. Another two buddies arrive. The party continues. She is left as physically broken as she is emotionally broken. It will take weeks for her body to heal. Her spirit might not be so fortunate.

There is no joke, no comedic skit, no punch line that could ever make those things funny. 

I’ve seen some recent stuff on this dashboard that made a joke at the expense of rape survivors. It isn’t funny. It’s never been funny and it never will be.

The fact is that probably every one on here knows someone or has someone in the immediate circle that they just don’t know about yet who has been raped. Men and women alike. Despite this, people make jokes about what makes them nervous.

As long as you can blame someone else or find humour in the situation, you think you can keep it at arms length. Well, I’ve got bad news for you there. You can’t.

Rape isn’t funny. 

Cher,
Mr. Hatton’s darling girl 

I wanted to actually re-blog this because it is a subject I have actually been thinking about a bit lately …

Rape fantasies hold a particular fascination for me … but I think this must stem from just how dark the real thing is … to stage a rape pushes a very extreme boundary … a terror that is fundamental for all women … to face that fear thus becomes a kind of ultimate challenge …

The key difference of course would be consent … in a role play the actual fear could be simulated and faced … but no actual violation would occur … in the case of a real rape consent is not present … something horrible to imagine … and this can certainly never be funny, compelling or otherwise enticing …

Thank you for writing this, love. 

When you have been forced to have sex, brutally and painfully, kicking and screaming, against your will…
When you have been spat on and laughed at and degraded and abused…
When you have woken from the trauma with a broken, bloody and swollen body, heart and soul…
When you have spent years afraid, affected, and a shadow of your former self…
Then, AND ONLY THEN, do you have any right what so ever to decide if you find rape funny or not.
I doubt you would, and let me tell you,
I NEVER WILL.

I find it disgusting that this question even exists.

THIS ALL DAY!!!!

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I think it’s pretty well known to all of my followers that I still love Jeff Hardy, it’s not something that I hide, nor am I ashamed to admit it. It’s also well known that I’m a huge fan of CM Punk, I get a lot of shit regarding my love for the…

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On the outside:

“My laptop? Yes of course I’ll just go and get it! hahaha it’s totally fine nothing to see hehaha”

On the inside:

“ABORT ABORT LOG OFF TUMBLR LOG OFF TWITTER DELETE HISTORY OH MY FUCKING GOD LOOK AT THAT NC-17 FIC JUST SITTING OPEN IN A TAG WHAT THE FUCK SELF STOP LIVING DANGEROUSLY, CCLEANER OUT YOU COME DELETE ALL THOSE FILES GO GO GO OK OPEN GOOGLE OPEN BBC NEWS OPEN FUCKING GAMES.COM OR SOMETHING OK THIS LOOKS NICE AND INNOCENT HERE YOU GO MOTHER”

While she uses the laptop:

“I’ve fucking forgotten something I know it any minute now she’s gonna click on a fic or something oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck”

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