Virginity

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As the abuse of sexual power goes, females play a larger role than most people realize. Sexual coercion occurs when someone uses pressure or emotional force to get a person to agree to sex. Studies have documented that victims of sexual coercion can suffer from anxiety, depression and PTSD. It is possible to say yes and not mean yes. Below is a personal account of sexual coercion in the words of the person who was manipulated:

I met her in the apartment building I lived in. I was 22 at the time and she was 19. Although I mostly kept to myself while I lived there, I had run into her a couple of times in the first few weeks. We would talk while doing laundry and we seemed to have a lot in common. We got along really well right from the get go. I quickly came to enjoy her for her friendliness and dry humor and the crazy stories she would tell me. The more we talked, the closer we grew and before long we were hanging out in each other’s apartments and talking about our lives, listening to each other’s music and eating together.  It was a nice friendship and then things got complicated when she became physically attracted to me.

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RE: Manipulate Me Not

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“Such a good writing. I think the whole “appearance” thing and the fact that women are still objectified because of appearance is truly an issue more women can relate to than men, still, in today’s society. I’ve been that “pretty face” in my younger days and hated not being taken seriously. The interesting thing is Ive also lived on the other spectrum – the not-so-attractive side. It was truly eye opening as I slowly morphed into a few sizes larger over years. Along with my size, the way the world perceived me changed. Shockingly enough, it wasn’t all positive. I started to long for those young, pretty days again in some ways because sexually or not, my looks opened doors and without any effort got people’s attention. Just because I was pretty. Now it has flipped and there’s more substance, wisdom where the outer looks are lacking. I have to now work at opening doors and getting people to take me seriously (esp men) in different ways from when I had my looks speaking for me. All in all, I do like it better now. I’d rather my heart do my talking than my exterior. I wish you well and never give up on your dreams and goals!”

❤️ -Ginadiamond-heart

Gina,

When we’re dead and gone and our words are all that survive us, I don’t believe their ability to touch a person’s heart will depend on how well our hips could hold up a pair of jeans.

Also, I have to politely disagree that your outer looks are lacking… one of the most beautiful women I know had more wrinkles than I could count and a big brown mole on her cheek. Superficial beauty could never outshine the sparkle of a sincere soul. Shimmer and Slay, love. Stars are meant to live that way.

❤️ missy

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Manipulate Me Not

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For over a year I wouldn’t chase my dreams because I had this idea that I could never be taken seriously. The reason I did not believe I could be taken seriously is because I’m pretty. Yes, I think I am pretty. No, I’m not ashamed to say it. No, that does not make me conceited. If you are reading this and you do not believe you are pretty, YOU ARE WRONG 

SO, I honestly believed that nobody could ever TRULY appreciate my mind. If they appeared to, it was just a cover… an act for what they really wanted… my sex. I used to be told to believe that any time a person mistreated me or did something to hurt me it was because they were jealous because I was prettier than them…. belief courtesy of my darling mother. Fortunately for myself and humankind, I never fully bought into that one. Although to some extent I believe she has a point.

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INF PB&J

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Anyone who wants to save this image to share or keep or edit and add to… I WOULD LOVE THAT! xoxo -m

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The Ghosts That Hide Inside Pt. 1

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As 2016 came to an end, I was deep into the monotonous routine of day-to-day life.  If anyone asked how I was doing, I would have politely told them “fine” because I truly thought that I was. I mean, looking back now, there were signs. There were definitely signs. I was in the thick of it though so I couldn’t see the forest for the trees.

January rolled around, I turned 33 and was suddenly  very aware of the numbness that had enveloped my whole being. With an awareness of the numb, came an awareness of the cause of it. An almost intolerable misery that had taken over. I was NOT happy and I couldn’t even really say why.

February. This is when things got scary. I felt very strongly that I. WANTED. TO. DIE. Off myself. I’m talking about suicide. Specifically, I wanted to drown. So out of character for me. 1) I know how to swim and 2) no matter how bad things have gotten I never had suicidal thoughts like that. Suddenly and out of nowhere they came with such frequency and persistence. Sweet death how much longer will you evade me? Death. Glorious darkness. You are the one guarantee. I can be positive you will not stand me up. You’re already on your way…

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