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We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the other male passenger made a pass at him.
The lightbulb went off. “Oh,” I said. “I get it. See, you are afraid, because for the first time in your life you have found yourself a victim of unwanted sexual advances by someone who has the physical ability to use force against you.” The boy nodded and shuddered visibly.“But,” I continued. “As a woman, you learn to live with that from the time you are fourteen, and it never stops. We live with that fear every day of our lives. Every man walking through the parking garage the same time you are is either just a harmless stranger or a potential rapist. Every time.”
The girls in the room nodded, agreeing. The boys seemed genuinely shocked. “So think about that the next time you hit on a girl. Maybe, like you in the taxi, she doesn’t actually want you to.”
”
I had my first guitar lesson today
I LOVE MY TEACHER omfg i want to marry the man though
his name is John Morrison yes morrison and he’s young and free and beautiful and has gorgeous eyes and he’s so nice *_* and we went overtime like 10 minutes because we were talking about jimi hendrix and jim morrison and gaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
When I was alone you promised the stone from your heart
My head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
Please, please, lift a hand
I’m only a person whose arm bands beats
On his hands, hang tall
Won’t you miss me?
Wouldn’t you miss me at all?
—Dark Globe by Syd Barrett
