These are forms of male aggression that only women see. But even when men are afforded a front seat to harassment, they don’t always have the correct vantage point for recognizing the subtlety of its operation. Four years before the murders, I was sitting in a bar in Washington, D.C. with a male friend. Another young woman was alone at the bar when an older man scooted next to her. He was aggressive, wasted, and sitting too close, but she smiled curtly at his ramblings and laughed softly at his jokes as she patiently downed her drink. ‘Why is she humoring him?’ my friend asked me. ‘You would never do that.’ I was too embarrassed to say: ‘Because he looks scary’ and ‘I do it all the time.’

Women who have experienced this can recognize that placating these men is a rational choice, a form of self-defense to protect against setting off an aggressor. But to male bystanders, it often looks like a warm welcome, and that helps to shift blame in the public eye from the harasser and onto his target, who’s failed to respond with the type of masculine bravado that men more easily recognize.

Why it’s so hard for men to see misogyny (via ethiopienne)

BOOOM.  Read this if you are a dude, please.

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Yesssssss.

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Its hard for men to understand why women dont get loud & angry because they havent spent their entire lives being reprimanded whenever they take up too much space. (via pluralfloral)

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Being thin is not more important than enjoying life
Mariska Hargitay  (via bigbootywhitegurl)

This is so much more relevant when you know her history.

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Boardwalk Shuffle

azukilynn:

Blue
Tailed
Mole skinks
Dart swiftly
Surviving the trip
Between sandals & wooden planks

Azuki Lynn

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Before the Fall

azukilynn:

I am a dry
Leaf withering

No more greening
No more growing

Cracked and parched
No juices flowing

All used up —

I am ready
To enter the wind

Azuki Lynn

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Home

street-heart-posts:

Tracing runes of adoration
across the landscape of my spine,
you have me hypnotised

The way you say my name
feels like a lullaby, like coming
home, the softness of a sigh


—T.C. (2014)

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