when “no means no” comes up, you hear guys say “oh, but sometimes girls play hard to get” and like…. i guess, yeah. men & women both can be really bad at being honest about what they want. but just consider your options.
the other person says “no” and means “yes” –> you back down –> they learn
that if they want something, they have to clearly express themselves
they say “no” and mean “no” –> you back down –> you’ve successfully respected their boundaries
👍👌
they say “no” and mean “yes” –> you ignore them –> you’re perpetuating a pattern of bad communication & ignoring boundaries 👎 & given that you aren’t a mind reader, it’s really just luck that you haven’t coerced an unwilling person into sex
they say “no” and mean “no” –> you ignore them –> you’ve committed sexual assault 🚨🚨🚨 do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars
unless you care more about getting laid than not assaulting people, respecting people’s “no”s is a win-win situation. don’t be a potential rapist
This is really important
A bunch of guys at work were arguing about this last week and saying, “well I don’t want to be accused of doing anything wrong if I’m not sure if she’s into me, because what if I put my hand on her knee, and I still don’t know if she’s interested because she pushes my hand away?”
And one of the guys was like, “I always figure you can just… ask her? If she’s into you and is okay with being touched?”
Then the other guys went on about, “But I think girls like it when a guy is willing to go after what he wants.”
Like. I have legitimately had to boot a guy for TRYING AGAIN to touch me after I explicitly took his hand out of my dress and said that I wasn’t comfortable with him touching me that way. He didn’t even ask, he just assumed that’s what I wanted, and after the third time, I got up and made him leave. Like, I said I didn’t want to, but he probably was like “oh she’s playing hard to get” and this is such a bad way to think. I really wish we could do better somehow so that they don’t grow up to believe this kind of stuff.
Did anyone notice how quickly the internet turned into a
Lovecraftian horror scenario?
Like we’ve got this dimension right next to ours, that
extends across the entire planet, and it is just brimming with nightmares. We
have spambots, viruses, ransomware, this endless legion of malevolent entities
that are blindly probing us for weaknesses, seeking only to corrupt, to thieve,
to destroy.
Add onto that the corrupted ones themselves, humans who’ve
abandoned morality and given up faces to hunt other people, jeering them,
lashing out, seeing how easy it is to kill something you can’t touch or see or
smell. They’ll corrupt anything they think could be a vessel for their message
and they’ll jabber madly at any who question them. Their chittering haunts
every corner of the internet. They are not unlike the spambots in some ways.
Add on top of that the arcane magisters, who are forever
working at the cracks between our world and the world we made. Some of them do
it for fun, some of them do it for wealth, others do it for the power of
nations unwise enough to trust them. There are mages who work to defend against
this particular evil, but they are mad prophets, and their advice is almost
never heeded, even by those who keep them as protection.
All people know several spells to use the internet. Facebook
asks you for the magic words to log in, so does your email, so does your
twitter and on and on. The spells are words or a gesture with the hand, some
use the colour of your eyes, or the shape of your finger. Our chief of security
joked about requiring users to give a drop of blood before they could log in.
Many do not understand the humour of mages.
The cracks between the two are breaking. IP cameras filled
our world with eyes and the magisters learned how to open almost all of them.
We all carry magic slabs of glass that if you hold it up to your ear can sing to
you with a loved one’s voice, but if you look at it with your eyes, can show
you a corrupted human with bleeding orange skin scream the profane with a
thousand voices. The other day I saw someone hack a moving vehicle. At one
point they made it stop. At another they made it so it couldn’t stop. Some of our best and brightest are going to create
an army of four winged bats hovering throughout every city and we are going to
connect them directly to the dimension where the nightmares live.
I’m not saying it’s all bad, but I am saying Cthulhu lies
deathless dreaming in this web we built him and he is waking up.
if you’ve spent your adolescence in the darker and more profane areas of this web you sure as hell don’t develop normal human appetites, that’s for damn sure. you wind up with a hunger for a lot more tentacles than humans are normally equipped with.
My dash refreshed from this post TO this post when i opened the app
I would like to point y’all to the Laundry series by Charles Stross
Boozhoo (hello), my name is Ken, I am a disabled Ojibwe artist from northern Wisconsin. I am writing this post because I am having a hard time making ends meet and any donations I could possibly receive at this time would be greatly appreciated. Recent events have left my bank account depleted and my cupboards bare, I have some food but it will not last and I still do not know how I will cover all the utility bills.
I do have PayPal, that is really the best way to donate at this time, the email I use for that is: baapimakwa@gmail.com, or you can click here.
Miigwech (thank you) everyone. Working hard to at least get caught up and still coming up short, every little bit helps.
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