It is so bittersweet to me when I post about the bad things we must endure as women and those are the articles that go viral.
https://www.ourladyoflustandgrace.com/pressure-sex-trigger-warning.html
Pressure Sex, an article about how sometimes/often it’s safer just to give in than fight back when some man friend thinks he has earned the right to your body. About lying there light as a feather, stiff as a board and dry as a bone just waiting for it to be over so you can go home.
Sometimes home isn’t safe either.
3000 views in 48 hours. Hundreds of comments breaking my heart.
I relate. How can I live this life? A constant fuck hole for a man who doesn’t notice my obvious repulsion.
I do it, I lay there because he is a good father to our child. I don’t know what else to do. (Anonymous)
All I could say is I hope things get better for you.
I can’t say ‘run’. If she thought she could, she would have. All I can do is hope that by me saying something, by Jen saying something, by the hundreds saying ‘me too’ that she knows she isn’t alone.
Getting groped in the night just trying to get through it.
How many times? Too many.
How many women? Seemingly all of us.
How can this be?
And the question remains…what do we tell our daughters? That ‘no is a complete sentence’. But what about when it isn’t. When some men get hard ‘no’ just sounds like a challenge. Then what do we do?
Get through the night, please don’t die and then come to me and I’ll tell you that whatever you had to do to survive was okay. But it ain’t.
I can’t go get a coffee unprotested, can’t do laundry unmolested unless I have a man with me.
“It can’t be that bad” they say. But the second they drop 10 feet behind me they hear what I hear.
“Hey baby nice tattoos”, “smile beautiful” and “I just want to talk to you”. What about what I want?
What about the other avenues by which we get violated?
Another rant about dick pics. Accompanied by the usual jokes.
How is this funny?
Imagine your wife, mother, sister, daughter opening a seemingly innocent door and having some creep whip his dick out on the other side and slap her with it.
Triggers the same fight or flight response, the same amount of fear.
I didn’t ask for this.
This is daily social media harassment for women.
My girl said “I’ve never gotten one”
I asked if she had ever opened her requested messages folder.
She hasn’t, she won’t. One more girl pulled out of the fire.
So many suggestions on how I should modify my behavior.
I was born a woman so I must hide myself away or suffer the consequences?
I am exhausted.
“If I have to listen to one more grey-faced man with a $2 haircut explain to me what rape is, I’m going to lose my mind.” Tina Fey
Then there are these odd moments of hope wherein I say “no, this isn’t funny, it happens and it sucks” and someone listens.
One man out of thousands.
The rest?
These are the men we know and love, the ones we trusted, until we didn’t.
It got worse you know.
That girl who got assaulted, once in the flesh and once shortly after via social media.
I didn’t know when I wrote the article that it wasn’t a couple of ill-timed dick pics that ended up in her inbox. It was videos, fully nude, jerking off with a come-fuck-me face on top. This was his response to her assault. Like some poisoned cherry on a shit covered sundae.
Like what happened to her was a source of arousal for him.
Too many men thinking women are just toys, vehicles for their orgasms.
He sent them on Snap Chat, all evidence of his vile behavior burned into her brain but disappearing leaving no proof.
Why does it make you hard when I cry? (Boss Hog)
Good God make it stop.
I am wondering if maybe there is a God and he is still pissed about Eden. Seems like a man, not able to let things go.
They think that women are insane but have you ever seen a man go from “Hey gorgeous” to “fucking bitch, I’ll kill you” in under a minute for refusing to reply?
I told one I was leaving and had my mouth punched into oblivion for saying something he didn’t want to hear.
The last one called me a whore for saying I was done.
I am a whore, just not yours anymore.
I have a new one now. A good man and a chaperone. For the foreseeable future I don’t have to worry about walking alone, and if for some reason I say no, I know he’ll listen.