Many of them are not stupid

They are bigoted, and occasionally honestly ignorant. They have access to the same information I do.

I come from bigoted, ignorant people, and I learned. Interestingly, it was 1974, at the start of middle school when “forced busing” happened, when I was brought into contact with African American children for the first time, (and no, we didn’t become instant friends, segregation had powerful roots in our psyche’s) and the school curriculum including “black history”, when I, a voracious reader, read books on Harriet Tubman and the Underground Railroad, and Sojourer Truth, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee, Black like Me, The Diary Of Anne Frank—-oh so many books available. And because I was NOT stupid, I processed that information in the way it was intended, got in huge fights with my parents who would make me cry on purpose by saying words like “Jigaboo”, and tell me blacks were good at sports because they ran through the jungle—saying These things when I was learning about the ancient African Dynasties and things like the Library of Alexandra—all because they were afraid I would find a black boyfriend. (The “N” word was de rigueur around my house since I could remember, except from my Swedish grandparents, who had a softer bigotry)

Those people are me. I know them. I understand them. They don’t get a pass from me because if I know better, and I hope, continue to learn better, all it takes from them is willingness. They are not willing.

What the fuck

You are assuming women have more power than we do.

I went to party—not to get laid. No matter what I wore, or how I danced. There were ALWAYS guys that wanted to obscure the line between flirting and sexual assault. Flirting is fun, and is a way to gauge response “does he/she like me? Fun, and acceptable.

My own father “grabbed my butt”—he thought it was funny when I’d get angry. What do you suggest I did back then? Oh, that’s right, I was under age. I should have called the cops, right? Boy, I fucked that up, Didn’t I. Maybe I shouldn’t have run away and hit the streets and learned entirely new set of survival skills.

You are aware that women can’t leave their drinks unattended? That’s the self protective culture that has arisen. We carry our keys in our hands walking to the door, we get escorts, we get dogs, we get security systems, we take self defense courses we get weapons. If we work in a strip clubs, there are always bouncers for protection against men. If we prostitute on the streets we are forgotten and unnamed, and the crimes against us ignored. If we are ambitious in the business world, we run into sexual pro quid pro situation for sexual favors. We are touched, brushed against, grabbed, leaned over, threatened. Assaulted

As I type this, there is a woman feeling terrified and helpless because she doesn’t know what to do. Her boss just shoved his tongue down her throat and she’s terrified of losing her job, she’s not interested in him that way. Nothing to do with clubbing and everything to do with our culture.

You know what Julian Assange is accused of? After having consensual sex with women, they awoke to find him at it again, inside them, without a condom—with no consent asked or given. And He would walk in an American court. Swedish law is quite different.

A woman alone is always in danger because she a woman alone. We are always frightened. Not the mind numbing kind of fear, the look over your shoulder kind, because a stalker or an assault is always a possibility.

I’m sick of women HAVING to be “on-guard” because hooking up in some—not all but some minds is a predator/prey situation

And then there this—a real attitude that I’ve seen here recently as yesterday to discredit the stories of women

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Well Well. Digging that hole deeper

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