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Aiden_Dakota's Journal

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Nov 15 2013, 08:14 PM

I find it immensely distasteful to joke about rape.
"I raped the replay button"
"They're raping me with homework"
"Kristin Stewart totally raped the part of Bella Swan."
You need to cut it out.
Rape jokes do not make you edgy and hilarious.
And I understand that we all have freedom of speech
But rape jokes are unacceptable.


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Nov 13 2013, 05:16 PM

When I was eight, I wanted to be a marine biologist. When I was 9, I saw the movie Jaws and thought to myself "No thank you." When I was 10, I was told that my parents left because they didn't want me. When I was 11, I wanted to be left alone. When I was 12, I wanted to die. When I was 13, I wanted to kill a kid. When I was 14, I was asked to seriously consider a career path. I said I wanted to be a writer. They said "Be realistic." So I said super model and they said "Don't be stupid." See, they asked me what I wanted to be and then told me what not to be. And I wasn't the only one. We are told that we must somehow become what we are not, sacrificing what we are, to inherit the masquerade of what we will be. I was being told to accept the identity that others will give me. And I wondered what made my dreams so easy to dismiss? Granted, my dreams are shy. My dreams are self conscious and overly apologetic. They're standing alone at the highschool dance and they've never been kissed. See, my dreams got called names too. Silly, foolish, impossible. But I kept dreaming. I was going to be the model. I had it all figured out. I was going to be a star. And then my dream was crushed. By people who didn't care. I thought to myself What now? Where do I turn? Poetry. Like a boomerang, the thing I loved came back to me. One of the first lines of poetry I can remember writing was in response to a world that demanded that I hate myself. From age 13 to age 16, I hated myself for becoming the thing that I loathed, a bully. Standing up for yourself doesn't have to mean embracing violence. When I was a kid, I traded in homework assignments for friendship, then gave each friend a late slip for never showing up on time and in most cases, not at all. I gave myself a hall pass to get through each broken promise. And I remember this plan born out of frustration from this kid who kept calling me Yogi and pointing at my tummy and saying "Too many picnic baskets." Turns out, it's not that hard to trick someone. And one day, before class, I said "Yeah. You can copy my homework." And I gave him all of the wrong answers that I'd written down the night before. He got his paper back expecting a near-perfect score and couldn't believe it when he looked across the room at me and held up a 0. I knew I didn't have to hold my my paper of 28/30 but my satisfaction was complete when he looked at me, puzzled, and I thought to myself I'm smarter than the average bear, mother fucker? This is who I am. This is how I stand up for myself.

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Nov 12 2013, 06:01 PM

It's not my problem if you don't like me.
It's yours.
I didn't give a shit 7 years ago
and I don't give a shit now.
I'm fucking fabulous, bitch.~

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