The Swearing Mime

Silent and angry.

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lordsteeb:

imagine being an old-timey gangster but instead of having people murdered you had them loved. that’s pretty much my dream job now that i think about it. all sittin in bars in a pinstriped suit, being all “hey tony. see that guy over there? go take care of him, if you know what i mean.” and then tony goes and gives him a hug

(Source: orbsteeb, via d2cm)

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Write Catcalling is Not a Compliment on My Grave

theswearingmime:

“Hey Nice Hat”
The man smoking outside a strip club says as I make my way home one fall evening.
“Hey Nice Hat”
the man says again this time coming towards me, closing the distance so that I think he is about to touch me, then he doesn’t
I speed up, hurry home, startled and frightened, unsure…

So I’ve been having a lot of frustration and anger and anxiety and such about harassment and sexual assault this week and thought I would express my experiences and feelings a bit in a poem

Filed under Sexual Harassment sexual assault catcalling

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bloggish:

how the hell did we get the idea pink isn’t a cool colour

because scientifically speaking pink doesn’t even exist; it fits between violet and red on the spectrum but actually what goes there is infrared and ultraviolet and all those things we can’t see

pink is the ambassador of an otherworldly and unknowable realm it is the most badass colour out there

(via angelcreations)

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roachpatrol:

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kayinnasaki:

Cyber harassment study reveals the unsurprising!
It still amazes me that I talk to guys who still think they get harassed just as much as women online. Like even from people who aren’t clearly and totally gross dumbasses. It kinda makes me think that, even in the best cases, it might be hard to really understand the sheer difference in frequency. You see a woman get harassed on a game and you go “Oh well I’ve been harassed” without understanding that there is seldom a session for her where that doesn’t happen or understanding what her inbox might look like…

That is a sort of stunning degree of difference.

"The data’s in! Women were lying about online harassment!”
"Aha! We knew it!" 
“Yeah, they’ve been severely underreporting how bad things are for them, turns out.”
"Wait, what?"

roachpatrol:

the-real-seebs:

kayinnasaki:

Cyber harassment study reveals the unsurprising!

It still amazes me that I talk to guys who still think they get harassed just as much as women online. Like even from people who aren’t clearly and totally gross dumbasses. It kinda makes me think that, even in the best cases, it might be hard to really understand the sheer difference in frequency. You see a woman get harassed on a game and you go “Oh well I’ve been harassed” without understanding that there is seldom a session for her where that doesn’t happen or understanding what her inbox might look like…

That is a sort of stunning degree of difference.

"The data’s in! Women were lying about online harassment!”

"Aha! We knew it!

Yeah, they’ve been severely underreporting how bad things are for them, turns out.”

"Wait, what?"

(via postcardsfromspace)

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Write Catcalling is Not a Compliment on My Grave

“Hey Nice Hat”
The man smoking outside a strip club says as I make my way home one fall evening.
“Hey Nice Hat”
the man says again this time coming towards me, closing the distance so that I think he is about to touch me, then he doesn’t
I speed up, hurry home, startled and frightened, unsure why that man thought he was worth my attention.
Men nearly twice my age, total strangers, gawk and shout at me so often now.

A comment on my hat and a near grab of my person was the tip of the iceberg of the barrage of harassment I would soon receive

That following summer consisted of dozens of incidents,
There was a point where for 10 days straight I couldn’t leave my home without hearing
“hey sexy”, “you’re beautiful, “damn you’re hot”
At work I was called “honey” and “sweetie”
On my way home I was stopped, informed that the man was not in fact crazy and just noticed I was pretty, and did I just get off of work?

Eventually walking away was not enough,
I told every man who dared to comment on my body to “Fuck off” as viciously as I could
Hoping that if I played my music loud, my sunglasses on, and kept my keys between my fingers I would be ferocious enough to keep their words at bay

But it’s never enough, there are always times when they catch me off guard, when my head is in the clouds or my thoughts are on sleep and that’s when they prey
They say demeaning things as if they are complements
They take away my autonomy as if it belongs to them
They force my attention and time upon them as if they have every right to it

I am made to feel like I have no right to it
And for anyone who thinks this is harmless, it’s not
These verbal attacks were merely build up to a much harsher event
Sexual assault at my job,
Because a man thinks it’s okay to treat a barista like his girlfriend
Because a man thinks it’s okay to force a kiss on a stranger
Because a man puts his arm around me and keeps me in place, I can see his mouth moving toward my cheek, but I have nowhere to go the man has me trapped my senses fill with fear and the scent of cigarettes and all I want is to get away

And that’s it, this man continues on as if he has done nothing wrong while I shake feeling sick, wanting to wash my face and hide. I don’t tell my supervisor, perhaps out of shame, confusion, or because he’s a man. I tell some friends. The women are concerned, horrified and make sure I’m okay. The man says “ew,” and then tells me about his plans for the day, not knowing the fear or horror that the rest of us know.

Weeks past with little incident, a month later I walk home after a particularly long day.
Exhausted, frustrated, lonely, lost in my own thoughts.

“You’re Fucking Hot Bitch”

I tell him to fuck off, before hurrying away, calling my girlfriend, and bursting into tears
helpless

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