miki-quinn:

plus sized models are JUST as unrealistic as skinny models.

They have been elongated, their cellulite has been brushed out, waists pinched and hips widened and rounded.

It makes us think “I’m not even plus sized pretty” when NO-ONE IS.

They aren’t being forward thinking.

They aren’t embracing body positivity

They’ve just creating another unrealistic standard for women to hate themselves for.

(via kudipeaches)




Lessons

storiesofthemoon:

By the age of 12 
a girl knows not to play with dolls anymore.
She knows to put playthings down,
and maybe pick up a book,
and maybe pick up several
dreams in the process.

By the age of 12 
a girl knows what make up is
but she may not know how to put it on.
Eyeliner poses the risk…




postwhitesociety:

every time i see black people create a space for black people only, i also see them start to struggle with whether or not to make it open to all poc, and then utlimately to white people, too.

i hate that, yo

make spaces for us by us and don’t hesitate or feel bad about it, cause nobody has ever lost slept over shutting us out of spaces




http://problackgirl.tumblr.com/post/97821009591/blkdzn-problackgirl-i-dragged-blkdzn-so

nigerianroyal:

blkdzn:

problackgirl:

i dragged @blkdzn so hard he deleted his post about encyclopaedias and is now saying he doesn’t care about anything anymore :(( truly a broken man

bitch do you mind coming to my ask box I mean clearly you want my attention. Bitch what do you want bitch what do…

That fuck nigga would bring up Kanye! Blkdzn how does it feel to be a misogynist fuckboy?




problackgirl:

there truly is nothing more fragile than the male ego. the worst thing you can do to a man, as a woman, is prove him wrong.




madamethursday:

[Image: A tweet from Elizabeth Warren reading: “Every single Republican in the US Senate voted against equal pay for equal work for women today. Unreal. #equalpay.”]
quietandsarcastic:

Read it again:  EVERY.  SINGLE.  REPUBLICAN.  Yes, that includes women. 


I do not understand Republican women because I don’t get how you can be in a party, even as a super privileged white woman, knowing that they WILL turn on you. That their agenda to maintain the violent supremacy of white men will eventually whip around and slap you in the face.
Your party’s congressional representatives didn’t think your work and time and life were as valuable as men’s.
HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU A REPUBLICAN, WOMAN? What kind of states rights, purse clutching bullshit is so tempting that you’ll stay in a party that has clearly made it known you are inferior to them?

madamethursday:

[Image: A tweet from Elizabeth Warren reading: “Every single Republican in the US Senate voted against equal pay for equal work for women today. Unreal. #equalpay.”]

quietandsarcastic:

Read it again:  EVERY.  SINGLE.  REPUBLICAN.  Yes, that includes women. 

I do not understand Republican women because I don’t get how you can be in a party, even as a super privileged white woman, knowing that they WILL turn on you. That their agenda to maintain the violent supremacy of white men will eventually whip around and slap you in the face.

Your party’s congressional representatives didn’t think your work and time and life were as valuable as men’s.

HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU A REPUBLICAN, WOMAN? What kind of states rights, purse clutching bullshit is so tempting that you’ll stay in a party that has clearly made it known you are inferior to them?

(via frozenwithversaceice)




(Source: black-culture, via jeankd)




TW: Rape; Racism; Sexual Assault - Why my Rapist's Race is Relevant

musingsofanawkwardblackgirl:

I often point out the race of my rapist, and a lot of people think I have an issue with white men due to it. That is not the case, but there is a good reason why I point out his race. As a child of diaspora my people (black women) were raped by white men and it was not a crime, so the fact that I…




sadim0uto:

sadim0uto:

Hello!! I’m in need of a HUGE signal boost right now (and maybe a big reporting session) because my best friend is being blackmailed by her ex boyfriend. 

I’m not exactly sure what I’m supposed to put here, but I feel like this should be a warning for anyone who knows him and just a general informative thing. Jacob lives in Australia and is 16 years of age. They’ve had a very unhealthy relationship and he’s threatened sending out her nudes multiple times. Jacob is very manipulative and emotionally abusive towards her and even ends up pulling me and her other friends into not being able to do anything because it’ll end up hurting her. He’s made around 7 Twitter accounts to contact my friend in the times that she was trying to get out of the relationship.

In the picture above, he’s posted her nudes and threatened her.

ALL IM ASKING IS FOR YOU TO REPORT HIM ON EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING:

His Twitter accounts all start with @/neinthousand but the one that was most recently used was: @/neinthousand12 (but it was apparently deleted)

His Facebook account is:Jacob R Hynes, and he has more but I am unable to find them. They’re under Jacob Hynes and the like.

********** UPDATES!!! **********

First, we thought we had a compromise. 

Then this happened not even a minute after:

PLEASE CONTINUE REBLOGGING THIS. My friend is only 15 years of age and this is absolutely horrible. We’re getting ahold of local authorities but if you see the pictures anywhere (namely twitter) REPORT THEM IMMEDIATELY.

(via labellabomba)




true2myroots:

Powerful

true2myroots:

Powerful




Black people are effectively "almost genderless" (Huh?!)

owning-my-truth:

Today I was arguing with another black man who insisted that black men do not have intraracial male privilege. As I brought up all of the gendered violence perpetrated against black women by black men, pay disparities, the vast preponderance of Civil Rights leaders being male, and the patriarchal…




"We, black women have always been supportive of black men in the struggle against racism, even while we were being raped. Even while rape and assault has been going on in our communities. This is important because so many react as if talking about rape and assault in our communities is somehow not being supportive of black men, or as if it were not being loyal to black men."


� Aishah Shahidah Simmons, ( Film Director of NO! The Rape Documentary)

(Source: daughterofzami)




redbellied-piranha:

Like as an African American you have no room to be talking bout other black communities issues but anywho.

(via nigerianroyal)




wellapparently:

Nobody is stronger than the black woman. Nobody.




weloveblackgirls:

mensrightsactivism:

Vox has a depressing list outlining the reality of violence that women face in the United States every day:

1. Most women experience physical abuse in their lifetime

2. Nearly one-quarter of women experience a physical or sexual assault by an intimate partner

3. Seven in ten assaults against women are perpetrated by an intimate partner

4. One in five women are raped in their lifetime

5. One in thirteen murder victims are killed by their husband or boyfriend

6. One in ten women has a head or spinal cord injury as a result of physical assault

7. But most assault victims don’t receive medical care

8. Eighteen percent of mass shooters have a domestic violence charge

9. Rates of sexual assault are declining

Why are straight white men’s rights activists are so insistent that women don’t need feminism? Why are online reactionaries so upset with “social justice warriors” for pointing these issues out?

Is the above reality the one they expect women to be satisfied with?

I suppose that’s why “the abuser’s lobby” is such an apt name for the men’s rights movement.

One in five though

(via dynastylnoire)




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A Black Woman Surviving Rape




My blog is for BLACK WOMEN ONLY AND THE BLACK MEN WHO SUPPORT US. And it is from a black woman’s perspective. This is my own personal space where I can write and re blog thoughts, ideas and other people’s experiences and experiences as a black woman surviving rape in my own community.

This blog is my safe place. For years I have looked for places like this and I never found it so I had to create one for myself. This is for black women who are surviving rape. This blog is for black men who support black women who are surviving rape.

This blog is not for white women who find comfort in my words or thoughts. But this blog is strictly for black women who are rape and abuse survivors. Everyone else has their own safety net except for us so I will be making this our safety net..





I go by the name Golden Rays; I am a survivor of molestation, domestic violence and multiple rapes. I was 17 when I was raped the first time, I knew him, and he was my boyfriend. The relationship turned out to be violent and he raped me on a daily basis to get me pregnant on propose. The second time I was raped it was a friend, I reported that rape. I spent hours getting a rape kit done and talking to an insensitive police officer who then had the audacity to ask me if I thought it was selfish not to give him (the monster who raped me) oral sex. I then had 1 more rape after this (I was drugged with GHB) and 2 more sexual assaults (it didn’t lead to rape). I am 27 years old now and 21 years of my life I have been mentally, emotionally, physically and sexually abused. I had down played a lot of what happened to me. Unfortunately right now I am in the healing point in my life and I am starting over in recovery which has been the hardest thing that I have ever done. I also struggle with complex PTSD, Vaginismus and Bipolar Disorder (rapid cycling). I am a happily married mother of a 3 year old daughter (work full time). I've been with my husband for 10 years now and I’m happy to say that I married my best friend. I’m writing this blog because I’m tired of holding my feelings in without people asking me if I’m ok. I’m writing this blog because even though I am a survivor of all the things listed above, I am also a black woman. When I went to find people to talk to about my past, I couldn’t find one black woman who was willing and open enough to talk about the secretes that we hide. That is one of the things that have made healing so much worse for me. The books out there specifically for black women are few and far between. (I am in no way saying that rape has a color or a gender to it, I am not saying that other women’s rapes are less important than anyone else’s). It was hard for me to find counseling (I would always end up trying to explain my culture background to my therapists more than the assaults itself, no one could really understand what it’s like to be a black woman, which is totally understandable). I had bought the books that were out there and read them over and over until I had felt like I had the words memorized, it was as if I had wrote them, I had read them that much. But it wasn’t enough, I had always felt like I was the only black woman who has been raped (I know it’s not true though), I felt like it was just me against the world. I got tired of being one of 2 black women in support groups, I felt alone. I'm writing this blog because the black community has its dark deep secrets. We don’t stand up for each other, especially when it comes to the abuse and rape of each other. We always blame the victim. We tell our daughters who have been molested by their mothers’ boyfriends, by their uncles, by their fathers and brothers; we tell our sons who have been molested by their fathers, their uncles, their mothers boyfriends that it’s their fault. That they shouldn’t have been “fast”, that they shouldn’t go around “looking like a hutchie” that they shouldn’t be talking to older men because we give them the wrong idea. We blame our children for their rapes and molestations. We take the predators side, oh well they couldn’t have done that. We tell our boys and young men and men that if a woman has raped you then you must have wanted it. As a whole we have no sense of how our own damn body reacts to sexual stimulation . That having an erection doesn’t mean consent no more than being wet is an answer to yes. We drill into their heads that because an older woman has hit on them and made sexual advances it’s okay when it’s not. He’s a good person, or well he didn’t do it, he goes to the church. HE GOES TO THE CHURCH???? We hide behind the church and the bible to protect the monsters walking our neighborhoods. As if going to church makes you innocent. We ignore our children when they come crying to us, we tell them to stop crying, suck it up, it’s happened to us before (as if that makes it okay, as if us being molested as children makes it okay and excusable for our children to go through the same hurt and abuse). We are emotionally unavailable and distant as a community. We pay more attention to LiL Wayne and Beyoncé than we do to our own damn kids. And that’s sad, horrible and heartbreaking. We silence our women when they speak up about being hit and abused. We tell them to go to church, we shun them for seeking therapy, and we banish them from the community when they point a finger at the “brotha” who hurt them. We tell our black women that they are bringing down men every time they report a rape and abuse and we don’t stand by their side. That’s what we are doing and no one gives a damn about it. We are dying; we are killing ourselves by keeping pain inside. We don’t have to keep holding on to the pain, we don’t have to carry that burden with us, and we don’t have to feel ashamed anymore. We can talk about it, it’s okay, and you’re not the only one out there who’s going through it alone. This blog is for BLACK WOMEN And it is from a black woman’s perspective.



A Little Girls White Dress
My white dress has been
Covered in blood.
My beautiful white dress has been
Beaten so much
The back is ripped and its
Seam is torn.
My sparkly white dress is
Smudged whit unearthly prints
And stains that cannot be
Removed.
My innocent white dress was ripped
Apart into pieces and
Carelessly put back together again.


I’ve tried to burn it, drown it
Pour alcohol on it to set on fire
And it still finds its way to the
Front of my closet
Dirty, fire stains, muddy, smeared with
Blood reeking
Of Jack Daniels, holding on by
A thread.


Sitting in front of what use to be
My white dress, I scream, I bellow
And finally I cry.
Realizing the blood, the torn seam
Smudges and pieces were only visible
To me.


The damage I had done to my own
White dress can be fixed,
Even if I can't get the blood out.
©Golden Rays