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memenewsdotcom · 7 months
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Russell Brand accused of sex assault
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blogtaculous · 29 days
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The same absolute ghouls who never believe anyone who reports sex assault are also the ones who say shit like “ummmm why has nobody reported this before?” Like, my brother in Christ, because you utter pieces of shit refuse to believe it and actively work to discredit anyone who speaks up.
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all-dead-inside21 · 2 months
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The most horrible thing after sexual trauma is that you feel like you deserved it. When I read something about rape or assault I'm like: yeah should happen to me too...
Somehow it's like they don't really like me when they don't rape me? It's so fucking idiotic and I always shaking my head with these kind of thoughts. Because obviously nobody deserves sexual trauma!
But sometimes my daddy issues playing tricks with my head. Don't know what to do about that.
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acarillustrated · 5 months
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something that i really like about blue eye samurai, now that im thinking about it, is that it discusses violence against women without becoming torture porn. like, in a lot of media that portrays women's issues, they show you that scene. like they give you this extended visual of a woman experiencing something traumatic and then laud themselves as feminist for doing so.
blue eye samurai doesn't do that. the whole show is set in a world that is extremely antagonistic toward women, and it makes a point to tell you that being a woman right now sucks, because they are property and are used sexually. but even though it doesn't shy away from this, it doesn't show you the violence itself, which you would almost expect it to because of how graphic the rest of the show is.
im thinking specifically of kinuyo. they very well could have shown us a scene of her being abused, but they didn't. they didn't show the abuse itself, but they did show how it affected her. they showed her seeing a doctor for her sores. they could have made this incredibly traumatic and grotesque scene a spectacle, showing us exactly how powerless she is and how powerful he is. they could have shown us this incredibly triggering event in full detail for our entertainment, but they didn't. they chose not to. and i think that's how it should be.
it is not necessary to have an extended visual and auditory reenactment of violence against women. we the audience understood the gravity of the situation and were able to empathize without needing that scene. having that scene would have completely detracted from the point they are trying to make. it would have turned something completely reprehensible that women everywhere fear because it's a very real issue into entertainment.
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battling-my-demons · 8 months
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I love and hate watching/ listening to stories about r*pe and sexual assault. I love them for getting justice and closure for the victims. For the victims to get their voices heard and being seen. I hate them for bringing up memories and feeling everything just like I felt when it happened to me. It's like a time machine that transported me right back there. Being frozen in time and thawed again. Only that when I'm back there, I am frozen in place and trembling. I hate that I never got to tell my story. I hate that my assaulter is roaming around and is happy and free. I hate that I never got to call myself a victim because for many years after it happened, I didn't even know it was an assault. I hate that I wasn't protected. I hate that I never got my closure. I hate that he made me feel special and then made me feel even worse about myself after.. for years after. Made my already hellish life more hellish. Made school even more torturous. I hate most of all that he took my already damaged trust and made it impossible to trust any look. I can't even trust a touch. Most of all, I can't trust any intentions. I hate that he laughed in my face and told me straight up no one would believe me. I knew he was right. I hate how I'm stuck and he's free and probably out there doing the same to another innocent girl. Why did no one protect me?!
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booksand-glitter · 8 months
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I challenge any survivor of SA to listen to this And not cry
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thebengalichronicles · 9 months
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প্রমাণ হিসেবে গোটা ঘটনা ক্যামেরাবন্দী করা হয়, তারপর খবর দেওয়া হয় পুলিশে
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buliminalspace · 11 months
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Trauma dump 1: la vez que con 11 años fui víctima de un exhibicionista en la calle
27/05/2023
*Quiero que esto sea una sección semanal porque tengo mucho salseo que contar. Si crees que lo que vas a leer a continuación es heavy espera a ver lo que tengo preparado, he sido partícipe de muchas movidas.*
___________________________________________________________Me crié en una ciudad pequeña, pero no como Palencia o Toledo sino más pequeña. Como todo, esto tiene muchas ventajas pero también inconvenientes. Estamos hablando del típico sitio donde todo el mundo se conoce y donde nunca pasa nada, el lugar adecuado para criar a tus hijos y proporcionarles una infancia saludable pero también perfecto para jubilarte y pasar allí tus últimos días.
Desde que tuve cierta edad, mis padres me dejaban salir de vez en cuando con mis amigas. No se preocupaban demasiado por mi seguridad porque como bien he dicho no solía haber muchas incidencias.
Algunas veces me obligaban a llevar a alguna de mis hermanas conmigo pero este no fue el caso.
Quedé con mis amigas un sábado después de comer. Como una de ellas vivía muy cerca de mi urbanización, la recogí y nos fuimos yendo al lugar donde habíamos quedado con las demás.
De camino nos paró una señora mayor, que estaba haciendo una videollamada con uno de sus familiares, pidiéndonos ayuda para rotar la cámara del teléfono porque no sabía cómo hacerlo. Después de solucionar su problema nos sentimos como muy realizadas y pasamos los 5 minutos siguientes diciendo cosas como "ya hemos hecho nuestra buena acción del día" hasta que se nos acercó otro hombre.
Este nos pidió ayuda porque no era de la ciudad o algo así y nos preguntó por una "casa de citas". Teníamos 11 años, ¿cómo íbamos a saber nosotras lo que era eso? El caso es que le dijimos que no teníamos ni idea y seguimos con nuestro camino. Es entonces cuando este señor nos adelanta y se mete en un callejón que había un poco más adelante. En el momento en el que pasamos por delante del callejón escuchamos como este señor nos llamó diciendo que tenía algo que enseñarnos. 
Nosotras curiosas (recordemos, 11 años) nos acercamos a ver qué quería y entonces nos acorraló y se sacó el pene diciendo "es que estoy muy caliente" y comenzándose a tocar.
Nos quedamos petrificadas, me giré para ver la cara de mi amiga que no podía ni parpadear. Teníamos mucho miedo de que nos hiciese algo pero a pesar de eso cogí a mi amiga del brazo y nos escabullimos de allí en cuanto pudimos corriendo sin mirar atrás. Al principio nos siguió pero luego se cansó, aún así nosotras no paramos hasta encontrarnos con nuestras amigas que al ver lo asustadas que estábamos nos preguntaron si nos había pasado algo. Estábamos en shock pero les contamos lo que nos había pasado, juramos una y otra vez que había pasado de verdad pero aún así no nos creyeron.
No volvimos a mencionar el tema nunca más.
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thedestinychild · 1 year
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Canadian Cardinal Accused Of Sex Assault Retires
Canadian cardinal Marc Ouellet, who has been accused of s3xually assaulting a woman, has stepped down from a top Holy See position due to his age, the Vatican said on Monday. Ouellet, 78, who has strongly denied the claims against him, is retiring as head of the Vatican’s Dicastery, or department, for bishops, it said. Pope Francis “has accepted the resignation presented, due to (the cardinal’s)…
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memenewsdotcom · 11 months
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Tara Reade seeks Russian citizenship
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irl-simon-riley · 9 days
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tw: sexual assault mention (not really explicit but just in case)
not enough people talk about Ghost being a victim of SA and it makes me so sad. IT'S LITERALLY SHOWN ON PAGE IN THE COMICS YOU CANNOT DENY THAT IT HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!
the comics were published 2009 when most media wouldn't even touch on male SA victims unless it was to make fun of them. we don't even get many empathetic portrayals of it in recent years!!! (whether the perpetrator is a man or woman). Ghost is quite literally the first good male ID'd SA victim rep I've seen in a piece of media that I enjoy.
it also shows disassociation (not dissociation) by having Ghost literally separate Simon Riley from himself. He tells his backstory by pretending it happened to someone else and calling Simon Riley an "old friend" of his that died.
he is so special and important to me
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theangryman · 14 days
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One person was banned almost immediately.
The other person was not banned until they made another post revealing that they were posting videos of their partner.
One person was harassed and bullied and told that they were lying.
One person was given advice, told about how they could improve their situation.
This is why kink is not safe. There is more compassion and kindness for someone who admits to wanting to kick their partner in the face than there is for someone who has received that treatment.
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reportwire · 2 years
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Texas Man Sentenced After Friend Catches Him Raping Daughter – NBC 5 Dallas-Fort Worth
Texas Man Sentenced After Friend Catches Him Raping Daughter – NBC 5 Dallas-Fort Worth
2022-09-09 09:24:39 Content Warning: This story contains disturbing details related to continuous child sexual assault and the production of child pornography. A Dallas-area man was sentenced to 60 years in prison after he pleaded guilty to filming himself raping a 7-year-old girl, authorities said Friday. Mark Allen Miller, of Rowlett, was sentenced Thursday by a federal judge in Dallas after…
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scaredy-kat-life · 2 years
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Fifteen
I’d like to start by saying thank you to everyone who reached out to me after I posted my story of sexual assault. I didn’t know what to expect and didn’t give much thought to who would read it, who would respond, or how many people it would impact. The outpouring of messages filled with love and words of support meant so much. The number of women who shared their own stories with me was heartbreaking, but I found comfort in knowing I am not alone. A friend referred to me as a hero and brought me to tears. I certainly don’t think of myself as a hero, but her words really touched me.
Writing that story and sharing it with family, friends, and other survivors was the tip of the iceberg. I had no idea the impact it would make nor did I realize the emotional roller-coaster I just strapped into. I thought that after holding it in for so long letting it go would give me some emotional peace.
It didn’t.
A lot of people have asked about my high school friend and the status of our relationship. What I didn’t share in my original story was that the day I was reading all of the statistics regarding sexual assault, I basically had a meltdown of sorts. I knew I had to tell my story, but the very first thing I did was grab my phone and typed the following:
Jul 11,2022, 1:03 PM 
This is probably going to catch you a bit off guard but I thought you should have a heads up. I am currently finishing and will be posting a story about sexual assault. In the story, I am the victim and your brother S@o$t is the one who assaulted me. This story is non-fiction and the assault happened when I went away with your family for a weekend back when we were teens. I actually sent you a copy of the picture we all took on your doorstep when we returned from that weekend and I plan on using it for the story.  
I don't plan on using your brother's name, but the story of my high school best friend's brother.... may be obvious to a few people.  Again, just giving you a heads up. You can respond if you'd like but I understand if you don't. 
And I hit send. I didn’t call my husband, I didn’t ask anyone’s permission, I didn’t care about the outcome, I didn’t care about anyone’s feelings, I just needed to say the words, and I needed to be heard.
This was the response:
Jul 11,2022, 3:07 PM 
I don’t see a picture 
At first, I thought how strange that she would reference the picture, but nothing else. How can that be? I put myself in her shoes, but that is not an easy thing to do under these circumstances, so I just shook it off. Obviously I had the picture at my fingertips, but her response or lack thereof, was so off-putting that I waited a full week before I sent it to her. There we were on the day we returned from that fateful trip, standing on her front doorstep. This picture is ingrained in my memory, but even though I had sent it to her 5 years earlier, this time the picture holds a completely different meaning and memory for me.
Her response:
Jul 18,2022, 6:13 PM 
When and where are you posting 
I’m not sure how I kept my composure, but I did. Again, I reminded myself that I am not her. I am not the one who just learned my brother and a family friend raped my best friend while on a weekend trip when we were teens.
The day I publicly shared my story, I sent her the link with the following message:
Aug 2, 2022, 8:07 AM 
You may or may not have seen it already, but here's a link to my story. There are websites and online publications where I publish stories too, but there's no need to list those. I would be open to hear your thoughts if you want to share. 
There was no response. I was not totally surprised because what could she possibly say? She can’t deny anything I wrote because it’s all true, whether she wants to believe it or not. Reading about our friendship and teenage escapades could have brought a smile to her face, but that smile would’ve been overshadowed by the fact that she knew what was coming as she read the entire story. During this time, I was inundated with words of encouragement and support, but I wasn’t sleeping, I couldn’t concentrate, and I was overwhelmed not knowing what to do next. How do I move forward? The first thing I needed to do was end the communication I was having with ‘Mary’. She means nothing to me and is just a person I knew a very long time ago. She just so happens to be a catalyst for a repressed memory that came to the surface. I had to send one last message:
This will be my last message to you regarding my story. 
I've tried to put myself in your place, hearing something like this from an old friend, and wondered how I would respond. I came up with a lot of things like denying this could have ever happened, call my brother and tell him what I've heard, say I'm sorry, ask a question or two, show empathy, be shocked and express as much, etc. The thing is, I am not you and I'm not the one who received such horrific news from an old friend about my brother and family friend. 
I've been unknowingly carrying this traumatic event with me for many years and have had a very clear recollection about it for about 5 years. 
I know and respect that this is not your problem. It's not your burden to carry. It's not you who victimized me. It's my journey and telling this story was just part of my healing process.  
Talking about your family and our relationship was all part of creating an image of two high school best friends just living their best lives. For years I would remember those times with fondness and a lot of laughs. Until I couldn't. 
So that is the end of that, but that’s not the end of this story.
It’s amazing what can trigger tears, anger, frustration, and complete madness. Last weekend, I was relaxing in the pool when Taylor Swift’s “Fifteen” came on. It’s a song I’ve always liked and I’m sure I’m not alone in that it brings me back to my high school days. Until recently, my teenage memories were filled with friends, boys, smoking, getting called down to the principal’s office, makeup, big hair, my first job, moving to Florida, and lots of other teenage girl antics.
You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors, it's the morning of your very first day. 
You say hi to your friends you ain't seen in awhile (I did attend high school with some friends from
elementary school), try and stay out of everybody's way. 
It's your freshman year and you're gonna be here for the next four years in this town (I was so excited to be in SHA!). 
Hoping one of those senior boys (we didn’t have those at the all-girl Sacred Heart Academy) will wink at you and say, "you know I haven't seen you around, before". 
'Cause when you're fifteen, 
Somebody tells you they love you 
You're gonna believe them 
And when you're fifteen 
Feeling like there's nothing to figure out 
Count to ten, take it in 
This is life before you know who you're gonna be …. At fifteen 
You sit in class next to a red-head named Abigail (in my case, a dark haired girl named ‘Mary’) and soon enough you're best friends. 
Laughing at the other girls who they think they're so cool………We'll be out of here as soon as we can. 
When all you wanted was to be wanted, 
Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now (Oh, how I wish), 
Don't forget to look before you fall, I've found time can heal most anything (but not everything). 
And you just might find who you're supposed to be (Who was I supposed to be? Someone else decided that for me).  
I didn't know who I was supposed to be (I was only seventeen) at fifteen. 
So, as I lay there all alone with my thoughts and feelings of despair, I let the tears flow until my eyes were dry. I will never hear this song the same way again. I will never visit the 80's like before. And the healing continues.
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soldier-poet-king · 4 months
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Ik halsin was a last minute addition but I kinda wish he had a full romance route ngl. Like. He's not normally my type of man but I am not immune to his treetrunk arms, kindhearted gentle trustworthiness, and stupid whittling of wooden ducks. The old worn sadness in his eyes. The burden of unwanted leadership. The hundreds of years of work to correct a past percieved mistake. The unending compassion for literally everyone, but esp children & the tiefling refugees. The wanderer and free spirit who, without giving up his freedom, finally finds a purpose, a reason to stop wandering, a devoted goal for his heart. He's SAFE and KIND and I like that in a man.
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coffeelovinggayidiot · 4 months
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Reminder that if your feminism doesn't include Jewish women, doesn't accout for the sexual assult and rape of Jewish women, and doesn't believe/choses to deny the pains of Jewish women because it doesn't "fit" your political views, it isn't feminism, it's anti-semitism
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