Educating a Friend

  • Me: So, let's say that you're at school and you see a guy you know. I mean, you guys talk every once in a while and he's pretty cool, but you're not like friends or anything. You just talk to him every once in a while.
  • Guy Friend: What's his name?
  • Me: I don't know. Frank?
  • Guy Friend: No.
  • Me: Okay, fine. His name is Will. Okay?
  • Guy Friend: I don't think it really suits him, but okay.
  • Me: ...So anyway, you're at school during lunchtime and you see Will. So, you notice Will's not eating anything. That's when you realize that Will has no lunch, no money for lunch, and no way of getting either. He's just sitting there like he normally would. He's not acting any differently and he's not asking anyone for anything. Not money, not a fry, not even a salt packet, but you know he's gotta be hungry. So, what do you do?
  • Guy Friend: Do I have any money?
  • Me: Yeah. You have enough for you and another meal.
  • Guy Friend: Duh, I buy him lunch.
  • Me: Okay, cool. So, like you said, you buy him lunch. You buy your lunch and you buy his lunch and you go over and hand it to him. And, he says, "Wow. You know, that's really nice of you, but I wasn't gonna ask anyone for lunch. I was probably just gonna wait until I got home to eat." And, then you say--
  • Guy Friend: Nah, it's cool.
  • Me: Exactly. You say, "Nah, it's cool. I'm just being nice. It's a gift." And, Will says, "You know, that's awesome. You're really nice, bro." And, after that, you guys start hanging out. You guys are like really good buds. You are always hanging out and laughing and just having a good time. So, you guys are friends for a few months, and it's tons of fun. Then, one day, you go up to Will and you say, "Hey, Will, you know, I've been thinking, and I kinda want that five bucks."
  • Guy Friend: What five bucks?
  • Me: Hold on. I'm getting there. So, Will says, "What five bucks?" To which, you reply, "Well, we've been hanging out for a long time and it's been really fun, but like, I've done a lot of really nice things for you. Like, I'm always nice to you and I always listen and do things you wanna do, so I was thinking that because I've been so nice, you should pay me back that five bucks I spent to get your lunch right before we started really hanging out."
  • Guy Friend: What? Why would I--
  • Me: I'm not done yet. So, then Will looks kinda hurt and he says, "But I thought you were just being nice. I thought that was just a gift." So, you say, "Whether or not it was a gift, don't you think you kinda owe me that five bucks since I've been so nice to you?" And, Will says, "No. I don't think I owe you that!" And you get mad, so you say, "Well, I think that you do, so I think you're being really shitty and stuck up about this and I feel like I've been completely wronged."
  • Guy Friend: Oh, my God. That's so fucked up of me. I would never do that to Will. Will was nice. We were buds. That's way screwed.
  • Me: I know, right? Hey, just wondering, have you ever heard of this fictional place called "The Friendzone?"
  • Guy Friend: Well, yeah, but...
  • Guy Friend: ...
  • Guy Friend: ...
  • Guy Friend: oh


I listen to music more than I listen to my parents

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Do you know what I am? That’s right a rape survivor. Do you know where I volunteer and what I do? OH That’s right as a counselor for other survivors at a rape and domestic abuse shelter. Do you know what we often do? We often times joke about what happened to us. It gives us comfort and stability and strength to laugh with these other survivors.

We DO NOT sit around reliving the trauma of what happened to us just because we hear a joke or reference to what happened to us. That’s not how most triggers work. For example myself. My trigger is being in the dark, because I was raped at a party when I went upstairs to sleep in my friend’s parents’ room. There are still nights, even now eight years later, where I have to reach over and turn on my booklight in fear, all because my husband, someone I love and trust, brushed against me while we were sleeping. Or take my husband as another example. My husband was used  as a child sex slave and in his aunt’s personal collection of child porn. His trigger is being recorded. As in having pictures taken of him and being filmed. He can, and possibly will, start violently shaking and even start crying if even a picture of his arm is taken. We had to sedate him last year just so he can have an x-ray done on said arm, because he had broke it while making a set for a local playhouse.

Rapists don’t rape because they hear a joke. Rapists rape because of the power and control. These people don’t think “Haha, I heard a joke about rape. Since rape is normal now I’m gonna rape someone.” NO! They think “Here is someone weaker than me, I can take advantage of them through forcing them to perform sexual acts.” These people have the same minds as people who abuse animals and children. There is something wrong with their brain systems.

Really (and I am repeating this until you get it through YOUR DENSE FUCKING SKULLS) the argument that Rape jokes cause Rapes is the same argument of “If a child plays violent videogames or watches violent movies or television, then that child is going to go out and kill some one for the hell of it, because it is now normal for them.” This has been disproven with so many studies, it’s silly now.

~ a note from an experienced rape counselor and Survivor

Motherfucking thank you

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a motorcycle gang made up of ancient bisexual norse monarchs: the bikings


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goals in life;

  1. have a friend who becomes rich and famous or
  2. be that friend

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When your teacher tries to give homework on a Friday

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somebody photoshop a nose piercing on one of my pictures

i wanna see what i look like 



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