AboutTRIGGER WARNING [for rape, rape culture, and occasionally strong language] A page for the OTHS Femme Revolution Club to collect ideas and articles to discuss or just cool feminist or gender loving stuff :)
I’m a high school student, and today I wore my favorite pair of high heel boots. They’re red and black, which makes me feel like a total badass.
One of the girls in my 1st period class said “You look like a hooker in those boots” to which my response was “Thank you”
She said “I just called you a slut, you shouldn’t be thanking me.” Again, with a big smile on my face “Thank you”
“Girls were not allowed to converse except from 6 to 9 p.m. each Friday. They were not allowed contact with their families during their first month, or with anyone else for six months. By that time, Roxy said, most girls are ‘broken,’ having been told that their families have abandoned them, and that the world outside is a sinful, dangerous place where girls who leave are murdered or raped.”
It operates basically like a prison camp - click to page two, three, and four at the bottom of the article to see how they use monstrous tactics to abuse kids in the name of ‘tough love’… This makes me so sick I want to vomit. I highly suggest reading this because this is a terribly important thing to be aware about.
Do you know what it is to be an outsider
on the other side of the fence?
How alone you would feel, if excluded you were.
Does it make any sense?
Can you imagine the isolated soul
with no-one in sight to hear
the cries and the tears that your heart would shed,
and the constant, looming fear?
Can you see in your mind the life of a man
without anywhere to belong?
Because a society judged him unworthy,
because they think they’re right, and he’s wrong.
Try and imagine the pain that you’d feel,
with sneers and hateful words, and spit at your heels.
What would it be like if the gates were locked;
you couldn’t get in, and you couldn’t get out?
Imagine the feeling that you’re worthless,
some dirt that’s been stepped on by someone’s uncaring shoe.
Perhaps at that point it’s too much for your heart,
and you take your own life, to stop it hurting you.
Imagine this world, for maybe a minute,
after that you can stop; you don’t like it, sure
but there are people who go through this every day,
and they can’t stop it, unless they’re no more.
So when you hear of hate, bigots and death,
don’t side with haters, cause that’s how you’ve been bred.
Imagine how it is, or was for that guy,
the one that’s hurt, or lying dead.
So imagine the feelings and memories too,
of people oppressed, hated, abused;
Of people who lived outside of that fence
and what they came to – does it make sense?
— Author Unknown