*purposely drop something in front of my crush*
So, a lot of people don’t understand what rape culture is, so I’m going to give you all a little lesson.
Rape culture centers around blaming the victim of sexual assault, rather than the assaulter themselves.
And that is wrong.
The top picture is me now, and me in third grade. I was raped almost every school day for the whole of that year.
Rape culture is my mom asking me, “Did you ask for it?”
Rape culture is I, the victim, asking myself if I was.
Rape culture is people assuming that I was “asking for it” due to my choice of clothes, and what I said and how I acted.
I remember how I asked my rapist every day, to stop, and how I begged my parents to not send me to school. I remember trying to kill myself in order to escape this terrible fucking reality. I remember the long, sleepless nights where I’d cry at 2 AM and run to the bathroom to vomit because I was so fucking scared.
Rape culture is I, the victim, telling myself despite all of this, that I must have asked for it.
Rape culture is an anon messaging me and telling me that I must have dressed provocatively.
And to this, I ask you, “Was my jacket zipper not pulled up far enough?”
Rape culture is having people repeat the words of my rapist years down the line to me, telling me, just like she said to me all those years ago, that I’m a bad person for being raped. Rape culture is being told that I deserved this. Rape culture is telling me that it doesn’t matter how many goddamn times it happened.
That is rape culture.
And rape culture is wrong.
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THE NOTES I’M CRYING
This needs a hell of a lot more notes, my friend.