But What If You Loved Them?
They say justice served is sweet but calling out these people *RAPISTS* doesn’t make the rest of my life feel justified. I’ve had a hard time with Hashtag MeToo because it still puts emphasis on the victim *HUMAN* who was mistreated but whom did nothing wrong except exist. I shouldn’t have to put a status on Facebook to get the world to see injustice. I shouldn’t have to wear a t-shirt with a catchy slogan.
If you are close to me, you know my story. I talk about it all the time. It’s present in my artwork.
It *SEXUAL ASSAULT* happens all. the. damn. time.
SINCE THE DAWN OF TIME THIS HAS BEEN HAPPENING.
My empathy for people who have experienced assault *VIOLENCE* reveals itself in my IRL artwork, so I’ve never felt the need to plaster the message on social media, until now. I never was one to post nonstop about the things I care about on the internet. Well now is the time I stop giving a fuck what is “appropriate”. Because Badass Women in history have always broken the rules once they understood the hypocrisy behind them.
SO…FUCK YOU 45. FUCK YOU HARVEY WEINSTEIN. Fuck you Larry Nassar. FUCK YOU 47. FUCK YOU...
CHRIS JOHNSON! And apparently, Fuck You GS, KC, JJ, AND MORE THAN HALF OF THE POPULATION WTFFF!
She was molested by a cousin. “That **doesn’t** just happen in families.”
She was raped in college. So were at least 4 out of her 20 classmates.
She’s been harassed by a man boss.
She knows catcalling and whistles at on the street.
She gets undressed by the eyes of strangers twice her age.
She’s been drugged in order to fuck. “She’s so fuck-able, not lovable.”
She’s denied employment because She is not a person with a penis in the patriarchy.
The president *RAPIST* thinks it’s okay to grab women by the pussy. (And I bet he doesn’t know where to find the clit, if you know what I mean.)
As I type this, on the old white mac laptop I had in college, where I was raped by a lover *ASSHOLE* the screen glows to illuminate my puffy cheeks and tear-soaked eyes, the keyboard’s sound lulls me to sleep as I began to write poetry. It shows in my art. My story. My hope for the child who survived. My wish for our collective unconscious.
Perpetrators will cease. We will heal. The world can be better.
But right now, is the time to say FUCK YOU, YOU MOTHER FUCKING RAPIST. I HATE YOU. YOU FUCKING FUCK.
If potential employees see this and don’t want to hire me, so be it. I know who I am and what I am capable of.
I stand in the truth. Unwavering.
Even my latest #MeToo moment happened in the workplace at a recent job. I refuse to stand by muffling my rage, trying to be polite. Manners serve as a constructed self for the comfort of others. I AM SO ANGRY.
My Anger Has Anger.
I’d rather be a white witch with an attitude than a silent doormat caked in guilt, squashed by other people’s shame. THIS IS MY SPACE TO SAY FUCK IT I AM SO PISSED OFF! THIS IS ME SCREAMING IT AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS!!!
I am proud of myself, my friends, my coworkers for doing the right thing and standing up to racism, bigotry, and misogyny. This time I did not dip out as fast as humanly possible from a terrible situation. I made my voice known and brought up my fears.
I am willing to fight this shit until the day I die … now even louder and on the internet!
xoxo Jordan Connor Christie
