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Submitted by herdirtylittleheart. Posted because Dita’s a goddess and everybody will need this at some point so just save this shit to your desktop.
Month: March 2013
I am extremely passive and I would rather jump through hoops apologizing than stick to my guns in most situations. I can think of the 7 times those close to me have been angry with me. I hold onto this constantly. I’m not familiar with the situation you are referring too, but coming from a conservative person, sometimes it isn’t the apology the person wants, but the recognition and acceptance that you are wrong. It’s about breaking you down.
StandardUgh, yeah, I can relate. I always try to avoid conflict, which ironically sometimes manages to stir up conflict.
Ugh.
StandardSo, someone spent a good fifteen pages of their tumblr calling me all varieties of insults and clarifying why *exactly* I’m a disingenuous cunt.
Craftsmate tells me not to touch it, but I always have this knee-jerk reaction that I need to set things right always. And so I drafted an apology, read it a bunch, sent it off.
After repeated posts demanding an apology, I make one. I was sincere, but I’m met with the statement that – after this person demanded I apologize – they didn’t want to receive a message from me.
There was also an assumption that I already knew their condition, which, ugh, I didn’t. And, oh, you know, that I’m only concerned with my image. Which, meh, I am really only to the extent that I don’t lose a job in the future because my butt’s all over the Internet or that I don’t somehow disgrace my parents doing whatever.
Ever since I was younger, I’ve never wanted anyone to be angry with me. The notion of a person being upset with me, regardless of how close they are to me, to this day, makes me physically nauseous. Like horribly, terribly sick.
But I’m throwing in the towel on this one, asking everyone not to harass the person in question and realizing sometimes things cannot reach clean conclusions.
Deep breath.
The kiss was a sexual assault. She did not remain friends with the dude.
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Source and interview sources here: http://cratesandribbons.com/2012/09/30/the-kissing-sailor-or-the-selective-blindness-of-rape-culture-vj-day-times-square/
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Compiled by herdirtylittleheart and posted by request of some rad followers.
Once, I played a game with someone where it was in my interest to hit red lights. Until, of course, his touch grew so distracting that I almost prematurely took my foot off of the gas.
Oops.
There was an article on the picture (and the hysteria that developed around the fact that she didn’t consent to the kiss) floating around a while ago, it’s kinda interesting. The woman in the picture (I can’t remember her name) has always said that she did not feel violated in any way, and I’m pretty sure that she remained friends with the gentleman and his wife throughout her life.
StandardReally? Strange, a little problematic, kind of intriguing.
In other news, folks, please don’t harass that person who reblogged me. She’s throwing a bit of a hissy over on her end and I feel bad.
Is that true? Because the tiny romantic that lives at the bottom of my sexuality just squealed if it is.
They didn’t know each other.
hopefully these people have since learned that this woman has said she didn’t know this man AND that she did not want to be kissed
yeah, romantic
I know there is a tendency to assume that everyone on the Internet has the worst intentions, but allow me to explain.
I can vouch for churchmouth, and I am sure she can vouch in return for me, that we are both rather outspoken in our condemnation of rape culture. When I saw this photograph and read what was written a long time ago, I did not know of the true story behind the picture. Instead I interpreted it as some romanticized they were both asked to kiss for a photograph, as consenting volunteers, and their joy over the end of the war manifested itself in this picture.
Apparently, I was incorrect. I was horrified by the true circumstances of my photo and I’m a little shocked someone dug through my archives to call me out. However, it has reminded me to set the record straight on my opinion of the photo. So, thanks, I guess? But, really, a gentle message in my inbox clarifying the context rather than a smug reblog probably would have sufficed.
Whatever do you mean?
This has brat written all over it.
La Niña Santa by Sofia Sanchez & Mauro Mongiello
