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You know those t-shirts that say “Unions: the people who brought you weekends”? 

You know what I do on my weekend? Work my second job.


[TW: rape]

This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.



This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

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We did not vilify all white men when McVeigh bombed Oklahoma.
America did not give out his family’s addresses or where he went to church, or blame the Bible or Pat Robertson.

And when the networks air footage of Palestinians dancing in the street, there is no apology that hungry children are bribed with sweets that turn their teeth brown, that correspondents edit images, that archives are there to facilitate lazy and inaccurate journalism.

And when we talk about Holy Books and Hooded Men and Death, why do we never mention the KKK?

If there are any people on Earth who understand how New York is feeling right now, they are in the West Bank and the Gaza Strip.



- Suheir Hammad, “First Writing Since”.

Edited by Fawzia Afzal-Khan, foreword by Nawal El Saadawi. Shattering the Stereotypes - Muslim Women Speak Out. Olive Branch Press, an imprint of Interlink Publishing Group, Inc; 2005, (p. 92)

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"So called ‘late-bloomers’ get a bad rap. Sometimes the people with the greatest potential often take the longest to find their path because their sensitivity is a double edged sword- it lives at the heart of their brilliance, but it also makes them more susceptible to life’s pains. Good thing we aren’t being penalized for handing in our purpose late. The soul doesn’t know a thing about deadlines."


Jeff Brown  (via theriverjordyn)

Accurate, relevant, applicable.

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"Many people still confuse ‘attachment’ with ‘love.’ Attachments are about fear and dependency, and have more to do with love of self than love of another. Love without attachment is the purest love because it isn’t about what others can give you, because you’re empty. It’s about what you can give others—because you’re already full."


Yasmin Mogahed

^Attachment is a profoundly Western, clinical construct that has pathologized non-Western forms of love and relationships to catastrophic result.

This is why non-Western children adopted into Western homes are often diagnosed as ‘unattached’ or DETACHED - it’s the oppressor’s refusal to recognize non-possessive relationships (not surprising when our adoption is the product of a violently capitalist, colonial society) and the purposeful cutting us off from our roots into this possessive, anthropologically deviant framework that destroys and replaces non-Western traditions of fostering children among extended kin networks, all the while claiming to save us.

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Don’t trust anyone who says that Eminem is the greatest rapper alive.

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