Trigger Warning: Rape, Sexual Assault
The poster reads:
“If you tell anyone, you’ll get in trouble.”
-Age 11. Next door neighbor’s grandson.
“Turn around & pull your pants down. I’ll make you.”
-Age 13. First “friend” at new school.
“We never hang out anymore! I miss you! What happened?!”
-Age 20. From “best friend” at age 13. She told the school we had sex & I was pregnant out of jealousy. High school was living hell.
“But I love you.”
-Age 16-20. On-again, off-again “boyfriend”. It was just for the sex.
“Keep screaming. Nobody’s going to come save you.”
-Age 17. Rapist #1, at the bar where I worked.
“So are we gonna have sex or not?”
-Age 18. Ex-boyfriend, rapist #2, in my 1st year dorm room under pretense of “reconciliation”.
“She was a fucking crazy bitch.”
-Age 18. Ex-boyfriend’s best friend after a confrontation.
“That was good. You love it when I choke you like that.”
-Age 19. Abusive ex-boyfriend, the 1st time we “had sex”. It was rape.
“Sex can look like love if you don’t know what love looks like.” - Rebecca Walker, author
NOW I DO.
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Photographed in Lewisburg, PA on November 12th.
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Goddamn I look angry.
I guess I have a reason? I consciously remember trying to not look angry for that picture. #fail
You look like a BAMF on a mission to me. YOU’RE AMAZING.
Currently feeling: (almost done with this MFA essay)
»pocket disambiguator for the modern times« by sérgio l tavares filho
1. make a question
2. tap and hold
3. intepret your answer
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This proved very helpful on a number of occasions today. Thanks, art!
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Oh friends. Oh mightlight. I can’t even do this. There is bike grease on my wrists. My chapbook, nods., which I started writing a year ago in a fit of deep sad river cresting and no sandbags ever, is available for five dollar pre-order from Magic Helicopter Press. Let’s go to the field together with our robebeasts on, but dangling.
(If you are interested in reviewing my attempt at slaughterflowers, shoot me at carrie.lorig@gmail.com. We’ll talk.)
Carrie Lorig, ladybees and gentleoxen.
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