I am willing to marry whoever made this.
Good morning! :)
I’ve saved tumblr for us, don’t worry guys. You can all go back to your regular blogging now.
Let’s go back to 1945…
Let’s not… Let’s play a game called “Context Matters!”
That picture on the left, so iconic and romantic? Yeah, that’s a sexual assault right there. That man was a stranger, a strong stranger who grabbed a random woman on the street, and “kissed” her. In her words:
Suddenly, I was grabbed by a sailor. It wasn’t that much of a kiss… “I felt that he was very strong. He was just holding me tight. I’m not sure about the kiss…it was just somebody celebrating. It wasn’t a romantic event.
That picture on the right, the one that looks like a man holding a woman down in the mists of a riot, her clothes disheveled as he kissed her hard? That man is her boyfriend. He’s comforting her. Her real attackers are the police. An eyewitness stated:
The girl who was knocked over landed head first on the pavement with her boyfriend landing partially on top of her. She was in visible pain, crying, but the two officers gave them a parting shove and moved on.
The left picture: an icon of sexism, male privilege, and female objectification.
The right: real love in the face of brutal state force.
Hey so if we have a mutual follow goin on, feel free to ask for my
- cellular number
- first born
you know, anything you want
I have a panic disorder. While having an attack one day, I called my boyfirend because I was scared. He hung up the phone as soon as I said that and was over in no time to comfort me.
He doesn’t have a car.
He lives 10 miles away.