My name is Brittany, and I am 17 years old. My family and friends are my world, and all my feelings are expressed through my art. Feminism, support, and my struggles to recover are the basis of my blog, as that makes up most of my life. If you are a happy go lucky person, i advise you not to look any further, merely hit the back button and move on. For this page is going to be my sanctuary, the place i let it all loose without restraint. so watch out, because the Silence Is Over.
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Watch out, you might just fall further into my spell :) <3

 

We live in a country where politicians call rape a “gift from God” and suggest that women regularly lie about being raped. Where a group of young men in high school think so little of sexual assault that they thought it was fine — hilarious, even — to post pictures online of a passed out rape victim, and to live-tweet the rape, joking about the victim being urinated on. We live in a country where media as revered as The New York Times finds it necessary to describe an 11-year-old gang rape victim as “wearing makeup and fashions more appropriate to a woman in her 20s.” Where a woman can be fired because her boss finds her “irresistable” and a woman’s rape case falls flat because she isn’t married. It’s time to acknowledge that the rape epidemic in the United States is not just about the crimes themselves, but our own cultural and political willful ignorance. Rape is as American as apple pie — until we own that, nothing will change