Rape Culture: Men and My Body

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I am a 19 year old female. At the age I hit puberty (grew breasts) I began to question why is it that every 5 seconds I am being forced to talk about “the birds and the bees”, or being warned about having sex? I experienced sexual harassment in school and in my workplace, and for a while I thought it was my fault for developing so young. I believed it was my fault  for not wearing sweatshirts in the summer. Why could I not love my body the way it was? Why are 14 year old students comparing body types of the girls in their class?

       Now lets talk about something that wont be brought up at the dinner table tonight.

Consent.

Today, I watch the news or scroll through my Twitter feed, and I see dozens of sexual harassment claims coming to light.  However I am not so naive to think that these women will finally receive closure. What was she wearing? Was she drunk? How many drinks? Have you guys spoken intimately in the past?- No. Here is the problem with Rape Culture in our society today. We do not ask the molesters, rapists and harassers why they did it, what they were wearing. Instead, we ask the victims. Consent is now a foreign word- so let me spell it out. If a woman is impaired, and she cannot say yes, the answer is no. If you begin to have sex, and she wants you to stop-this is also a no. If you are not hearing the 3 letter word starting with Y and ending with ES, there is no consent.

Here is an example:

Brock Turner raped an unconscious girl behind a dumpster and was released from prison after 6 months. His mugshot, originally a school picture from his university, has been changed in an attempt to hide his privilege. Why is it that a man accused/convicted of such atrocity, is let go with a slap on the wrist? What line must be drawn, to reach the truth?

As my first post on this blog, my goal is to talk about what is uncomfortable, speak about what you are thinking and give my unfiltered opinion. My goal is to empower the women who are afraid to speak, or cannot speak due to a fear for their lives. I am the ears when you need to be heard, and your voice of hope.

-G

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