Fuck you, Netflix.

My only means of distraction from my own thoughts and emotions and now you crap out on me.

What kind of relationship is this?

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pussy-envy:

Fuck that cliché that to react with violence makes one as bad as the perpetrator. 

I will kill the rapists.

I will bash in the skulls of every perpetrator of domestic violence.

I will rip out the tongues of bullies and shamers, racists and trans*phobes, misogynists and homophobes, I have no pity for their hateful ignorance.

I will give back every fucking measure of violence 100 times over. 

I will not sit in silence hoping these people “someday learn better” because they fucking won’t. Society shames the victims and pities the aggressor.

I am not for the death penalty, I am not for our overflowing jails, but I am not afraid to take into my own hands the issues the government refuses to acknowledge. 

I will strike back. 

If you dare lay a hand on those I love, I will destroy you.

If you dare lay a hand on me, I will fucking kill you. 

(via mmouthbreather)

inertialily:

Still trying to rationalize my anger and hurt and I am tired of it. No more rationalities. My best friend and band mate, along with three women I love in my community, my little sister, someone in another city have all come forward to tell me about instances of sexual assault against them in a punk/diy setting in the past year. Another story just now permeates on my mind tonight. While I am sure this is something that has never not happened in DIY culture (so we are talking more, which is good) I still can’t help be heartbroken and nearly helpless feeling.

I am so tired of those who run record labels, fraternize with radicals and queers, front “rad” bands, have alternative publishing/zine distros, who book shows at their house or in collective spaces also do not understand how fucking awful it is to be assaulted, marginalized and just downright uncomfortable in every way possible. They do not know how privileged they are or what the word privilege even means. I am tired of them not understanding how they have assaulted before or how wrong it is. I am tired of victim blaming pieces of shit having any power or control in our scene and community. 

I am tired of it being whispered about politely. I am tired of the fear of losing a “solid/consistent show space”. The fear of criticizing our scene from the inside because it could cause a bad name.

These people should not book shows anymore. Their shows should not be attended. Bands should not play in their spaces. This should be an issue we talk about all the time. Not just once a year when it’s time to raise money for a rape crisis center. Consciousness raising and support needs to be a part of punk rock all the time. While yes, we need to critique the systems in our society that breed assault, abuse and other forms of exploitation, we also need to be pissed and hold others accountable in our communities first or those systems will never get any better. 

You are a creep. You are not harmless. You are not innocent. Get informed or get out. 

This is really important. If you are involved in any music scene anywhere, this is important. Read up.