New blogpost:
"Not All Men"
Sorry, a bit of a ranty one, in the context of recent/current news in the UK.
It does mention sexual assault, but the focus is on men.
Not All Men
Discussion
New blogpost:
"Not All Men"
Sorry, a bit of a ranty one, in the context of recent/current news in the UK.
It does mention sexual assault, but the focus is on men.
Not All Men
@GoingDownWithSundial Yes. And how horrible :(
May I boost that, please?
(Two different posts - that was from mine, whereas @fishidwardrobe was talking about a different post.)
@sijmen Fantastic, isn't it!
And have you heard Rachel Parris sing?
I've heard that comedians often have to work harder than men comedians, and wow I can believe that that is true - she sung on one (perhaps more) of the recordings of "I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue", and it was just *epic*.
YouTube
@neil This, although I have just muted someone for a long blog post saying that statistics show that it's literally every man literally offering violence to women, even gay men? OP looked male to me -- no pronouns in bio -- so I assume they were including themselves?
Lots of confused thinking about this, I think. Not your post, though.
I can't speak to a piece that I have not read, but if is around *fear* of violence / offering violence, then I could see the angle.
@neil wouldn't ask you to.
it seemed to me to be conflating trying to persuade women into sex with sexual violence. i'm not comfortable with the former, but (a) i really doubt that every man does that, and (b) in my mind it's very different from the latter.
it was all rather confusing.
[Same caveat about not having read the piece.]
I've definitely read some literature that equates sex with violence, and pornography with rape. So views of that nature would not be entirely surprising.
I can also see how one might readily argue that "pick up artistry", and other such revolting, predatory behaviour is a form of sexual assault.
@neil you make a point here that touches with my awful experience of sexual assault as a child. For a long time afterwards I did not trust any man.
Obviously, not that every man posed imminent danger to me, but I could no longer interpret how a man would look at me. Every time a man looked at me in the street, I wanted to fold myself up, so he couldn't see the parts of me that made me woman-ish.
It was not the fault of those men, but I could no longer process what might constitute danger.