No veo el debate aquí, de verdad. Discutes con tu pareja y él, enfadado, pega un acelerón para asustarte y que te sientas en peligro a una velocidad con la que no estás cómoda y a la que antes no iba porque quizás hasta para él era demasiado. Y no veis la violencia???
Every family celebrates Father’s Day differently. I celebrate by convincing men the woman that they just sent unsolicited penile photography to is their daughter.
the best thing about cats truly isn't that they're cuddly and playful and adorable... it's that they're weird. they're so weird. you will laugh 90% more with a cat in your house because they're always inventing new ways to be bizarre
Tengo la teoría de que aquellos a los que no les gustan los gatos porque son ‘malagradecidos’, no son capaces de obrar bien por convicción, sino por recompensa.
Tengo una historia muy triste que contaros pero creo que le podemos encontrar un final feliz.
Cata es una gatita de año y medio que tuvo la desgracia de parir en la calle y un energúmeno mató a todos sus bebés.
Estaba desesperada buscándoles y en su búsqueda encontró a Tomi.
Tomi era un bebé un poquito mayor que los peques que Cata perdió pero había sido rechazado por su mamá.
El resto sucedió tal como os lo imagináis. Cata adoptó a Tomi. Demostrando que una mamá es la que te cuida y te protege, aunque no os una la sangre.
Cata y Tomi son inseparables. Eran todo lo que el otro necesitaba y lo que ellos han juntado, no lo separaremos nosotros.
Cata y Tomi pueden viajar a cualquier parte de la península para encontrar a su familia humana♥️ adopción responsable.
Por favor, compartid ❤️🩹
Stop teaching your daughters that if a boy is mean to her it’s because he likes her.
Teach her to throat punch that little mf and tell him to back off.
The problem gentlemen is you think "rapist" means scary man in a hoodie lurking in an alleyway at 3am. Of course you'd block that guy.
But it's the boyfriend you really loved who was angry that you hadn't wanted sex for two days and pinned you for the bed and then felt really bad about it.
It's the really sweet guy backstage who you loved working with for the whole production who knew you only wanted to be friends and then got you drunk at the after party and raped you in a dressing room.
It's the husband who whined and pleaded for sex long after you've said no for hours and refused to take no for an answer until you gave in every night for four years until you realised what it was.
It's the childhood friend who knows your parents and is your brother's best mate who suddenly attacked you when you were 17 and then told you he'd be thrown out of Oxford if you said anything.
It's the kind colleague who offered to drive you home from that conference when there was a train strike and then forced his hands into your pants in a lay-by and then threatened to leave you there at 3am if you didn't stop being a cockteasing bitch.
We're not dumb. We see the constant attempts to make anything short of stranger with a knife made up, regret, our fault really, a matter of the woman not being clear.
We know why you keep trying to make this 'not rape'. Because if coercion, marital rape, pressure, manipulation and exploitation count, then the comforting fantasy that rape is only ever a stranger with a knife falls apart.