I’m SpongeBob SquarePants in my knickers because fuck everything.
One time I was at a party and this boy told be not to eat any pizza because I “wasn’t pretty enough to pull of the chubby look” so I shoved an entire piece of pizza in my mouth, blew him a kiss, and walked away.
My hamster knows the difference between yes and no.
So don’t give me any bullshit “blurred lines”, she was asking for it, he didn’t know any better, she was leading him on, alcohol, short skirt excuses.
Because on my desk, there is a cage with a hamster who understands ‘no’ and stops what he’s doing when he hears that word.
If you don’t understand something as simple as ‘no’, maybe you’re the one who should be in a cage.
When I went to report an attempted rape, I was told that the boys who held me down, lifted my skirt, lowered my tights and knickers, and almost stuck a cock in me — all whilst I was screaming for them to stop — probably meant it as a harmless joke.
I was told that attempted rape is a harmless joke.
I can move people to tears with my essays. I can make crying children smile. I can help a sow deliver a litter of piglets. I can sing an infant to sleep. I can raise an orphaned calf.
But I can’t get some twat with bird shit for brains to take attempted rape seriously.
I have the right to be safe. If the law isn’t going to defend that right, then lawmakers have no business complaining when I defend that right myself.
neko-mitai said: <3 :3
Why did you send me a blank ask?