August 21, 2014
"To all those who don’t think the rape joke was a problem, or rape jokes are a problem.

I get it, you’re a decent guy. I can even believe it. You’ve never raped anybody. You would NEVER rape anybody. You’re upset that all these feminists are trying to accuse you of doing something or connect you to doing something that, as far as you’re concerned, you’ve never done and would never condone.

And they’ve told you about triggers, and PTSD, and how one in six women is a survivor, and you get it. You do. But you can’t let every time someone gets all upset get in the way of you having a good time, right?

So fine. If all those arguments aren’t going anything for you, let me tell you this. And I tell you this because I genuinely believe you mean it when you say you don’t want to hurt anybody, and you don’t see the harm, and that it’s important to you to do your best to be a decent and good person. And I genuinely believe you when you say you would never associate with a rapist and you think rape really is a very bad thing.

Because this is why I refuse to take rape jokes sitting down-

6% of college age men, slightly over 1 in 20, will admit to raping someone in anonymous surveys, as long as the word “rape” isn’t used in the description of the act.

6% of Penny Arcade’s target demographic will admit to actually being rapists when asked.

A lot of people accuse feminists of thinking that all men are rapists. That’s not true. But do you know who think all men are rapists?

Rapists do.

They really do. In psychological study, the profiling, the studies, it comes out again and again.

Virtually all rapists genuinely believe that all men rape, and other men just keep it hushed up better. And more, these people who really are rapists are constantly reaffirmed in their belief about the rest of mankind being rapists like them by things like rape jokes, that dismiss and normalize the idea of rape.

If one in twenty guys is a real and true rapist, and you have any amount of social activity with other guys like yourself, really cool guy, then it is almost a statistical certainty that one time hanging out with friends and their friends, playing Halo with a bunch of guys online, in a WoW guild, or elsewhere, you were talking to a rapist. Not your fault. You can’t tell a rapist apart any better than anyone else can. It’s not like they announce themselves.

But, here’s the thing. It’s very likely that in some of these interactions with these guys, at some point or another someone told a rape joke. You, decent guy that you are, understood that they didn’t mean it, and it was just a joke. And so you laughed.

And, decent guy who would never condone rape, who would step in and stop rape if he saw it, who understands that rape is awful and wrong and bad, when you laughed?

That rapist who was in the group with you, that rapist thought that you were on his side. That rapist knew that you were a rapist like him. And he felt validated, and he felt he was among his comrades.

You. The rapist’s comrade.

And if that doesn’t make you feel sick to your stomach, if that doesn’t make you want to throw up, if that doesn’t disturb you or bother you or make you feel like maybe you should at least consider not participating in that kind of humor anymore…

Well, maybe you aren’t as opposed to rapists as you claim."

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August 21, 2014

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August 21, 2014


The Castles of Disney Parks

1. Disneyland, 1955

2. Walt Disney World, 1971

3. Disneyland Tokyo, 1983

4. Disneyland Paris, 1992

5. Disneyland Hong Kong, 2005

6. Disneyland Shanghai, 2015

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April 16, 2014

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April 16, 2014

You tried to change me.
You tried to make me better,
but you molded me into a wax sculpture
that melted under your touch.

I had a dream that you and your new girlfriend
tried to kill me.
You did not succeed,
but I woke up remembering the way your lips felt on my forehead -
and I could not breathe properly for an hour and fourteen minutes.

I wanted to be loved so badly,
I would have let anyone do it.


Amanda Helm, Like Wax (via amandaspoetry)

April 16, 2014
"I have loved you more fiercely
than I have
ever loved anyone
and it frightens me
it breaks me
it drains me
to know I can only say these things to
poems that will never love me
and can no longer say them to you."

Amanda Helm (via amandaspoetry)

April 16, 2014
"I love you in waves,
and lately,
everyday has been a hurricane."

Amanda Helm (via poetrist)

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April 16, 2014

I believe we lost something along
the way and I have not been able
to put my finger on what.

But, you see, we no longer love each other
like pulpy orange juice and grape skins.
I no longer pick you out of my teeth
each morning when we must say goodbye.

We scattered our love on the dining
room table to see what was salvageable,
but we no longer recognized each other.


Amanda Helm, Lover (via amandaspoetry)

April 16, 2014

when we were lonely,
we quilted our sadness together
and we buried ourselves underneath it.

we told each other we were in love
we told each other this could last forever
we were honest
but we were young and
when you’re nineteen, forever always runs
out time.

we had to take the stitches out
and separate what we had once loved
putting together.
our love was a wishbone, broken in two,
representing everything that ends
and everything that could never come true.

it’s still you
it’s still you


Amanda Helm, it’s still you (via amandaspoetry)

April 16, 2014

do you know we never said one word directly
to one another alone in our bedrooms?
we only looked at each other through
our wireless routers and we waited
until one of us cried so we could end the call.
we were talking in circles,
we were forgetting what it meant to be alone
we were trying to warm our hands by the fire
but we forgot the fire went out long ago

i love(d) you
i love(d) you
i love(d) you
and you aren’t really past tense
but you have to be paste tense now, don’t you?

i don’t know if im a coward
of if the night i left i was just cowardly
but i love(d) you
but love stopped being enough when I saw the tunnel
caving in on me
and I saw my lungs giving out when giving you cpr
and i knew i could never love you like you deserved
i love(d) you


Amanda Helm, i love(d) you (via amandaspoetry)

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