I’m going 2 DJ some nerds Halloween PArty, and this jacket is for my costume… im going as a pizza hut delivery driver from the early 90s. the party is in las vegas… so i should be on my way…
Chatlogs with rapist Stephen Tully Dierks (see previous post for firsthand accounts) reposted with permission from from a post made by Isabel Sanhueza in the Alt Lit Gossip facebook group.As some of you already know, Stephen Tully Dierks and I were in a relationship from July 2014 until yesterday when he was publicly outed as a rapist and an abuser. After I found out, Stephen repeatedly sent me increasingly manipulative and disturbing facebook messages until I felt that I had no other choice than to block him for the sake of my safety and sanity. I’m choosing to share these messages because I think they serve as complete and total proof of the fact that Stephen either can’t or won’t take accountability for his actions and how they have affected the lives of others. Honestly, I feel scared to keep these messages to myself, on both a personal level and because not sharing them might mean that he could potentially get away with hurting more people. This is frustratingly difficult for me to do; as someone who has seen a very different side of Stephen, it has been so hard to admit that someone I loved and trusted is also a rapist and a predator. That being said, I think that because I was so easily fooled, it’s all the more important for me to share these messages. I want to add that I am posting these with the explicit consent and encouragement of Tiffany, who has been so brave, as have Sophia and all other women involved.
It’s hard not to feel humorless as a woman and a feminist, to recognize misogyny in so many forms, some great and some small, and know you’re not imagining things. It’s hard to be told to lighten up because if you lighten up any more, you’re going to float the fuck away. The problem is not that one of these things is happening, it’s that they are all happening, concurrently and constantly.
These are just songs. They are just jokes. They are just movies. It’s just a hug. They’re just breasts. Smile, you’re beautiful. Can’t a man pay you a compliment? In truth, this is all a symptom of a much more virulent cultural sickness — one where women exist to satisfy the whims of men, one where a woman’s worth is consistently diminished or entirely ignored."