slaywon:

in my comix class last semester one of the prompts we received was to write a comic where you interviewed yourself and all i could think about was talking to my dead ghost about a buncha trivial useless shit

my friend jess helped me print these out and without her help i never could’ve made these!!! check out her art she’s hella cool

here’s the cover and my artist info back page:

The fact is, a 14-year-old girl may be capable of agreeing to sex with a 49-year-old man, but she doesn’t have the emotional and mental maturity to consent. I was 25 before I realized that every man I’d slept with as a teenager was a pedophile. It seemed to me that since I’d courted the attention, that I was fully culpable. What teenager believes she is not mentally or emotionally capable of full consent? I thought I was an adult, although when I look at the picture of myself from the time period above, I see a child.

I thought I was the exception for these men, the girl so precocious and advanced that it superseded social norms. I thought that I was “older than my chronological age.”

It never occurred to me as a young sexually active teen that the adult men I had relationships with may have been manipulating me, that they had designs and motives I couldn’t see from my limited child’s perspective.

Emily, XOJANE, "The Myth of the Teenage Temptress, or Why a Young Girl Can Not Consent to Sex with an Adult Man"

Everyone should read this article if they haven’t already. The anecdotes are upsetting and carry major TW (pedophilia, graphic depictions of sex), but the message is just so on point. 

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clitterly:

emilyvgordon:

shepherdsongs:

I was driving past a business here in the Houston Heights, when I glimpsed this painted on the side of the building. I recognized that iconic WWII poster before I realized it was not just any woman, but 14 year old Malala Yousafzai, the Pakistani girl who was attacked for wanting an education. The words next to her are her quote, ( “I don’t mind if I have to sit on the floor at school.) All I want is education. And I’m afraid of no one.”

This is gorgeous.


yes

clitterly:

emilyvgordon:

shepherdsongs:

I was driving past a business here in the Houston Heights, when I glimpsed this painted on the side of the building. I recognized that iconic WWII poster before I realized it was not just any woman, but 14 year old Malala Yousafzai, the Pakistani girl who was attacked for wanting an education. The words next to her are her quote, ( “I don’t mind if I have to sit on the floor at school.) All I want is education. And I’m afraid of no one.”

This is gorgeous.

yes

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libertytochoose:

A group called Connecticut Working Mom’s has put together an AMAZING photo spread called “Lets End The Mommy Wars”. The photo shoot was about embracing their different parenting choices.

“Let’s end the mommy wars, once and for all, by tapping into our compassion and letting go of our judgments. Cause seriously people, the world needs more love and less judgment.”

Check them out on Facebook!

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these are bruises i cannot hide

1. the bruises are gone, but i still flinch as if my skin’s memory is as fresh as my own. when i shut my eyes, i do not see you. i see the way your fingers curled up into your jeans when you were angry, i see the way a vein on the back of your right hand bulged when you raised your fist, i see the split second before you left your fingerprints on my rib cage, but i do not see you. 

2. you speak to me as if you can take it all back. as if you can snatch the jagged words out of the air, out of my ears, and cram them back into your throat. i can see you grasping around in the dark in desperate search for a rewind button, but you have propelled so far forward that there is no way back. i will not let you forget, i will not let you normalize, i will not let you justify.

3. there is a part of me that still thinks my body is yours. that the next person who touches me will be trespassing on a property that you have marked as your own. sometimes i wonder whether anyone will want to contest your ownership. sometimes i wonder whether i want someone to.

4. i still apologize for you. i take everything you did and bury it under the words, “he wasn’t always like that.” 

5. i don’t know if i’m more angry or sad at this exact moment. i don’t know what i was yesterday either. i don’t know which i would rather be. i am exhausted. i am angry. i am sad. i am bruised.