This is me.
Mostly naked, save for some undies and tape over my nipples.
With writing stating “Bisexual still not asking for it.”
My good friend Rory of Rory Banwell Photography started a project to highlight the rape culture that still exists.
That the media continuous to call rapes tragic events that could have been avoided had the victim taken a different route home that night. If the victim hadn’t have drank so much. If the victim wasn’t being provocative.
To the argument of you can’t walk around like that, it is inviting rape, you need to take some responsibility and protect yourself.
Yes I should protect myself. From the sun, the cold, injury and many other things I may encounter during my day.
I should not have to protect myself from a person that believes they have a right to me because of the clothes I am or am not wearing.
Despite what the media would have you believe, my clothing is not an invitation for sexual interaction.
Only me saying yes, or me actively instigating an interacting with a consenting partner is an invitation. If I say no, or stop, or don’t. It means NO. STOP. DON’T.
Same goes, if they say NO. STOP. DON’T.
Not only women get raped.
There was an “anti-rape” campaign that had a picture of a struggling woman that stated “One in three reported rapes happen when the victim has been drinking.”
So it is their fault right? They shouldn’t have drank?
What about the other 2/3 then?
What is that fucking statistic?
When an older family friend decided to take advantage of his point of trust and the guilt to keep her silent? When a priest abuses his position of power? When a man sees a woman rushing home in the dark and powers her to the ground?
But that is their fault right? They should have avoided it?
No they fucking shouldn’t.
People should be able to trust those in power.
People should be able to walk to their home, or to their car, or anywhere, without the fear of being raped.
Yes, there are bad people.
THEY are the ones who should be targeted.
Not the person who took a route home that was dark, or the person who parked to far from the door, or the person who had a couple of drinks.
THE PERSON WHO RAPES.
And why did I mention being bisexual?
Well that is a big part of who I am.
And believe it or not, it is a fairly frequent assumption that my sexuality means I am easy and I am willing to go home with anyone because being bisexual means I like everyone, right?
So I guess I’m asking for it too?
If you want to see more of Rory’s project, check out still-notaskingforit.tumblr.com
You will not regret it. She is also traveling to Sydney for those who would like to participate.