now rise up, lady, or we drown

mindys-habibti:

joshuacat:

blurred-speech:

that when guys compliment me I thank them.
I don’t fucking tear them apart because “I don’t owe them any gratitude.”
Not that I get complimented IRL all that often, but seriously. Some of you
feminists are trying a little too hard to make men out to be complete pigs.
It’s embarrassing for the rest of us girls who aren’t as bat shit insane as you.
I’m so fucking sick of “tumblr feminism” because you all just look stupid.

I really don’t care if this offends any of you because you make me sick.

If I notice someone (anyone for that matter) wearing something nice, or doing something nice with their hair, or makeup or anything in general, I like to compliment. “Excuse me, that dress you’re wearing is spectacular”. “You have very pretty hair!”. Something along those lines. Nothing creepy or anything, and obviously with my orientation Im not looking at anything else besides the fact someone looks nice today. But so often I get people who give me dirty looks or scoff and me. I just take it as it is, I thought you looked good, you probably worked hard to look good, or you’re just naturally good looking, you deserve a compliment. I hate it when people take it as an attempt to hit on someone. GAH! Just take the compliment people! Some of us actually do just like the way you look and arent trying to hit on you!

Okay.

So.

I’ve been raped multiple times over the course of my life. Unsolicited attention from strangers puts me on edge, makes me have flashbacks, and makes me wonder what they want. I am supremely uncomfortable in normal situations as it is because I have PTSD.

So I take serious issue when someone thinks that I should just shut the fuck up and be grateful if someone comes up to me and makes a remark about my appearance. Some days, I feel okay and stable, and so saying thank-you (as long as they’re not creepy) isn’t a big deal. 

But other days, I say thank you, but inside, I just want to crawl somewhere and go die before anyone else ever looks at me ever again. 

(This isn’t directed at you, Josh, because I like you and your face)

but seriously?

People need to go fuck off. I don’t owe anyone a damn thing. I don’t owe them gratitude. I don’t owe them politeness. I live in a world where my personal space and boundaries have been taken from me and ripped to absolute goddamn pieces. So very few people have ever paid attention to what I might want when it comes to my own body that I want to cry from JOY every time someone asks if they can hug me instead of just assuming and every time someone settles for a high five or nothing at all when I say that I don’t want a hug. 

In a world where my friends think that they have the right to fucking MOLEST me in public without thinking to even ASK, I don’t owe a stranger a SINGLE. MOTHERFUCKING. THING.

Oh, and for the record, yeah, I am insane. I have two mental illnesses. But that doesn’t make my life, my experiences, and my boundaries any less valid than yours.

Important words from Christina.

(via itsrevolutiontime)