Makapu’u
Kehlani in Hawaii by Simone Komine
give it a break, kid
Can I just say that I am sick and tired of this gender disparity?
Tonight I saw a post on reddit where a guy took a photo of a woman’s cluttered counter in her bathroom with the caption “you left the toilet seat up”. I was totally shocked because in the photo, clear as day, is the woman naked in the background; changing.
I thought “Oh my gosh! He doesn’t know she’s in the photo!” I scrolled through the comments, and to my utter horror he replied to people asking if she knew she was in the photo, with “she doesn’t know and you’re welcome”.
I feel physically ill. I have reported it both on my account and on my husband’s account, but honestly - I feel defeated just from reading these revolting comments. From the men who are cheering on this unapologetic pervert, to the responses from him declaring it fine because “for the record, she’s not my gf she’s my fwb” because somehow, on some far off planet or another dimension THAT MAKES IT OKAY. She’s just a piece of arse, so, like, it doesn’t even matter.
I want to spread it far and wide in the hopes that people will report it, but I also want to protect this woman. The argument arose that “you couldn’t see her face so what does it matter?” That question hit me like a ton of bricks. How could you possibly think that just because you can’t see her face, that it’s somehow less criminal? But is it even? Is it against the law? Do we even have laws, aside from the revenge porn laws, to protect women (and men) who are victims to this perversion?
I’m positive if he were taking pictures up women’s skirts that he’d be arrested - so why is him taking a photo of his unsuspecting woman in this situation somehow less criminal? Somehow less perverted and disgusting? Is it because he has a relationship with her? 9 out of 10 women who are sexually assaulted or violated know their violator. He knew before he posted the photo that she was in it. He ACKNOWLEDGES that she did not give him permission to post it on this global website, yet somehow that doesn’t make him a sex offender?
What really puts the icing on the cake here, what really truly brings me the farthest down, is that he says it’s her dorm room.
1. It’s her personal space - a space where we, as women who brave the outside world every day, lock ourselves away after exposing ourselves to their evils; from people like him - but he’s in there and he violated her trust, her body.
2. Because of the sexual assault and violence young women face on campuses. Because she stands against the statistical odds of 1 in 4 women on college campuses who will be victim of sexual violence; of rape. Assuming she hasn’t suffered already.
Because people like that pervert ruin our innocence and stunt our development and humans. They steal our joy, our perspective and vision and hope. Because people like that pervert taint our view of the world and hinder our progress. 1 in 4 women will not become the doctor they wanted to be. The teacher, the scientist, the social worker, the chef, the engineer, the author, the CEO. People like that pervert will unjustly rob those women, and male victims, of their potential, and yet those victims are still the one’s who pay for the rest of their lives.
I was raped by a footballer when I was 19. I remember thinking I had done everything wrong, even when I had a text from him that said “I am so sorry” - I still counted all the reasons why I had brought it on myself.
Flash forward - after a night on the town, my friends and I crashed at one of their houses and I woke up in the middle of the night with a family friends hands down my pants. Who could I tell? Not my mum, his mum was her best friend. Not my brother - he would either not believe me, or kill the guy. I found out the next day that he’d even more grossly assaulted my best friend. But who could we tell? It would cause a rift in our circle and who’d believe us? We had been drinking that night. We “probably said yes and just didn’t remember”. We stayed silent and never talked about it again. We had to see him any time we wanted to see our other friends.
I know so many women who have experienced the exact same thing and I feel so helpless for them. You know there’s a horrific inequality when I write the sentence “I know so many women who have experienced the exact same thing” and it’s about violence and assault. I am genuinely aghast. What is happening?
We’re regressing. For a brief stint, I felt hopeful. Wendy Davis filibustering and empowering men and women everywhere (I know it didn’t end well, but she ignited fire…), marriage equality, Bernie Sanders and his feminism. But now, while we’re busy watching the presidential parade, we’re re-enacting these laws that are strangling our basic rights to health care because we have vagina’s - but we can’t be trusted with them? The terrorist attacks on Planned Parenthood because someone hears a lie that makes them behave erratically and emotionally, yet we’re the ones who are “emotional” and can’t decide for ourselves?
You may think I jumped from 0-10, but it’s all related. The way we treat women regarding violation, regarding our decision making skills,regarding media, regarding our place in this world. What are we doing? What the actual fuck is going on? We make up HALF the population, but fuck us if we want to have equal rights and to be taken seriously. God damn it. God fucking damn it.
Aquatic Surreal Lovers are Swept Away by the Sea by Chalermphol Harnchakkha
Thailand-based artist Chalermphol Harnchakkham a.k.a. hubucket composes unique and surreal illustrations, which create a psychedelic union between nature and the human body. Harnchakkham’s bold and energetic pieces depict the movement of nature, its roots and its lurching ocean. Drawn in a series of linear lines, which resemble delicate threads, the illustrator creates silhouettes from the flexible linear structures, which result in an intriguing optical illusion.
Often drawing from the power and strength of the sea, the aquatic and lovers illustrations are a portrayal of the ephemeral and fluctuating nature of relationships. The portrayal of the romantic counterparts are intricately connected to the sea, its beauty, strength, delicacy and chaotic passion.You can find his illustrations in his Society6 and Etsy shop.
There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.
You need no name.
You are the ocean.
I am held in your sway.
I’m not just falling in love with you. I’m falling into you. You’re an ocean, and I’m falling in, drowning in the depths of who you are. Like you said, it’s scary in a way, but it’s also the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced. You are the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.
I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that were concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was. I think that’s why she always struggled… And I think that’s why she also struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed.
beach towns, taken from @fowlist on instagram. first photo taken in phuket, thailand. second photo taken in manhattan beach, california.
@laurenjauregui: Last, but not least, I leave you with a photo of myself. This was single handedly the most incredible day of my life. For so long I felt so alone and hopeless in my belief in humanity and love and this day proved to me just how wrong I was in thinking I was alone. I witnessed so many powerful women, men, and queer folk alike of all different genders, races, religions, classes, sexualities, you name it..come together for one common goal, equality and justice and peace. It left a fire in my soul that can never be extinguished and a reminder in my heart that my voice can NEVER be silenced. We ARE the people, THIS IS what Democracy looks like. And I will NEVER be silenced by fear or hatred or bigotry or any other infringement on our rights as human beings because we have one sole purpose in this world and that is to LOVE one another and LOVE ourselves and realize humanity’s potential. FUCK THE SYSTEM AND THE PATRIARCHY. This pussy will never be grabbed or silenced. I MARCH and fight with my brothers and sisters and I will always be proud of my voice. I hope you are too ❤️
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