consent


Given the Kavanaugh nomination, women’s revolution and awareness of survivors of domestic violence, sexual assault, and rape, as well as the missing and murdered Indigenous women bring new focus to what I wrote here last year. I thought it was time to air it again. Feel free to reblog and share. Feel free to share your experiences in the comments. This is a safe space.

confessions of a gypsy girl

why do they think they own us that we are fertile

Soil

they can walk all

Over or

Possess I repeat the lamentation of my sisters across the ages that has fallen on deaf ears or preaches to the choir so

let me

Spell it out for you

Consent

means my consent not yours to consent with yourself that you have the right

the right to

touch me whenever you want or to pinch my ass or to hug me or peck me on the cheek while you talk about how much all the girls

Love you

trust me they don’t

Consent

isn’t you promising

me a future pretending to be the one

while your real agenda is to get into

my pants that isn’t consent it is

rape by fraud

you lie to get laid

I don’t

Consent

to that

Consent isn’t you and me getting drunk

together and…

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