Scrambles laying on onions
Say what you’re thinking. I’m watching thoughts dance around in your head. You’ll let me down easy, or beg for my empathy. Your lips are moving; your mouth is so close to mine, I almost can taste your spit, pilsner brew and cigarettes. If it keeps up, we’ll run out of time.
This has been a really weird two weeks so all I’m gonna do tonight is drink and drunkenly narrate my adventures on Red Dead Redemption.
So once upon a time I designed a can koozie for Bomb the Music Industry because of what amounted to a bit of a miscommunication on whoever’s part, and then it turns out they don’t do merch, so, ultimately, I made what I’m gonna chalk up as a piece of Bomb the Music Industry fan art. This is exactly what Tumblr’s for, so here you go.
So when you find out yr rapist is now making custom buttons ‘professionally,’ obviously the most punk rock thing to do is anonymously order a bunch of a buttons that say 'Their Name' is A Rapist, right?
Actually that’s not cool. While rapists can have plain disregard for human welfare/life. Others are struggling with complex mental instability/illness.
It’s one thing to defend the victims and implement preventive measures, a completely other thing to refuse the person a second chance. Chancer are that person doesn’t like being reminded on what s/he/it has done.
I don’t know the story behind it, how it happened. But it is not okey to sow more hate.
It is not okay to sow more hate. Haha, fuck right off with your rape apologism. I don’t actually give a shit if the people who have raped me (cos there has been more than one) are dealing with complex mental instability/illness. That is not a fucking excuse. I am dealing with complex mental instability. So are a fuckton of other people I know, and none of us are rapists, so, yeah.
Anyway, I wouldn’t actually do it, cos that would require giving money to this rapist, and I don’t want to support them in any way. I was kind of joking - you know, because when you’ve been raped, you earn the right to joke about your own rape(s) - no one else’s, only your own - as a coping mechanism.
But yeah, whether I would actually do it or not, fuck off with the ‘don’t be hateful, be the better person’ bullshit. I do not tolerate that.
Also: chances are they don’t like being reminded of it? Who the fuck cares. They forfeited the right to not be reminded of it when they did it. Guess what? I don’t like to be reminded of it, either, but whenever I hear their name, I am. And I hope it haunts them for the rest of their goddamn life.