Lucy, 22, History student


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This has kind of turned into a recovery blog, apologies

1st June 2013

Photo reblogged from Blood Magic and Gender Equality with 111,418 notes

lesshumansmorecats:

astrogasmic:

Astronaut problems.

lesshumansmorecats:

astrogasmic:

Astronaut problems.

Source: swoz

27th April 2013

Link reblogged from Rabble with 33 notes

Rabble: Sexual Health Fact of the Day #5: How do Hormonal Birth Control Pills work? →

rabbleprochoice:

There are two kinds of hormonal birth control pills:

  • Estrogen and progesterone combination pills
  • Progesterone only pills

Estrogen and progesterone combination pills make the body think it’s pregnant by introducing high levels of estrogen and preventing ovulation. The higher levels of estrogen…

One thing: it used to be agreed that antibiotics interfered with the combined pill but it’s since been found that only rifampicin or rifabutin interfere with it, which are pretty uncommon anyway cos they’re given for TB and meningitis. :)

(http://www.nhs.uk/Conditions/contraception-guide/Pages/combined-contraceptive-pill.aspx)

26th February 2013

Post

Why I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself

TW: abuse, rape

Today I finished cross stitching a poem to go up on my wall. The thing that drew me to it was the line “I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.” Stitching the poem has been a kind of therapy, because for a long time that’s exactly how I have been fucked. 

For years I did not make love, or sleep together, or even have sex. I was fucked. Being abused meant that I did not understand the concept of sex for mutual gratification. I was there to be used, to meet his needs, wasn’t I? 

So when I have chosen men to sleep with, be they relationships (which rarely made it past the three month mark) or a one night stand, there was no real connection. I’m not saying that a connection is necessary for sex, but for me I avoided it for unhealthy reasons. There were men who I could’ve loved “in another life,” a life where I was unraped, unbeaten, unabused. But this is the only life I can live, and in this life those things happened, and they left me damaged in so many ways.

There have been men I cared for deeply, but I couldn’t bring myself to sleep with them. I respected them, but more than that, they actually respected me, they understood me. I didn’t know how to have sex except to play the role of ‘the hole,’ and these men would not treat me like that, so we did not have sex at all. There are two men in particular I can think of that I have done this to and it caused huge rifts in relationships I valued because I could not put into words why I rejected them. They thought it was because I didn’t want them, that there was something wrong with them. It still kills me that I did that to someone.  

But this cannot go on any longer. I still suffer from a measure of physical sexual dysfunction but I make this promise to myself:

I will no longer fuck. I will have sex, I will make love, I will sleep with. I will choose men who do not disregard my condition, I will choose men who see me as a person and not just a goal, I will choose men who know how to touch me tenderly and not just fuck like porn stars, I will choose men that realise that I am in bed with them too. Mostly, I will choose men who respect me, and I will no longer believe that I am undeserving of it. 

I will, I will, I will. 

The rest of the poem that I cling to almost as a mantra?

"Make love to me, like I am better than the worst thing I ever did,

Go slow,

I am new to this”

Maybe one day I will stop seeing being raped as the worst thing ever did and accept that it was the worst thing he ever did.

4th January 2013

Post reblogged from i am mentally divergent with 6 notes

nerdyninjanicole:

does anyone have that list of places you could dl textbooks for free that was going around a while back?

http://hellmonks.tumblr.com/post/29803983409/how-to-find-textbooks-online-for-free-a-post

Source: nerdyninjanicole

4th April 2012

Photo reblogged from Fuck Yeah Hello Kitty! with 17 notes

This stuff smells like playdoh, fyi

This stuff smells like playdoh, fyi

Source: castellanaa

21st February 2012

Post

So this is a really personal post

(TW: Partner abuse)

I had a pretty intense therapy session today and I’m still reeling, still emotional. I just needed a space to make my thoughts about it coherent. So apologies for the massive personal-ness, just keep scrolling. 

From the age of 15 til I was 17 I had an abusive boyfriend. Mostly emotional, along with some sexual and physical. The latter I don’t really remember much of, I just know it happened because I kept a pretty thorough diary at the time, but this doesn’t mean it hasn’t affected me a ridiculous amount. I’ve been suffering from some sexual dysfunction for longer than I’ve been admitting it for, to doctors, my friends and myself. Alongside all the physiological treatments, my therapist has been talking about my ex, who I’ll just call J, because he thinks a lot of my problems stem from that - and hey, when you lose your virginity to an abusive arsehole, that sounds like a pretty sound theory. So far, my previous therapists have only skimmed over it, as one small part in a larger history of mental illness, and I think only in the wake of my sexual problems have I really started to acknowledge the harm he did to me. I mean, I have acknowledged it but in a more abstract way, like someone telling you X caused Y and you just accept it without thinking why. 

I took my diaries in to therapy today, which my doctor asked me to do in our last session. I was reading some passages aloud to him and crying. Stuff like lists of ‘Things I’ve Done Wrong’ - being thoughtless, asking too many questions (because it makes me selfish), being boring, being uninteresting, being too quiet, too much whinging, too much crying. It’s finished with ‘I am a failure’ underlined.

But that’s not the point where I got angry. No, I got angry at the next passage I read. The point of the bit I was reading was where J had bitten me so hard during sex he broke the skin and when I stopped us having sex he threw me out of his house. But my therapist noticed the part I started with most, and actually had to point out the implications of what I read:

"Then when he tried to grab me, it kept hurting. I can’t help it - a low pain threshold and sensitive skin doesn’t mix well."

J physically hurt me, and I made it my fault that it hurt. I blamed myself for the pain he caused me, because I felt I should have been better, should have been able to take it. And that’s when I felt angrier than I have in a long fucking time at him. You can see just in the way the diary is written that I was cracking - my style is erratic, the words different sizes and spacing, like I was so frantic when I wrote it. 

I admire the people who can forgive and forget, I really do. I feel like they’ve figured out some trick that I haven’t, like they’ve finally flicked a switch where they have shed the emotional scars and that until I do the same I’ll be stuck with them. Maybe that will come, and maybe 4 years after finally breaking up with him I should be at the point, but I’m not. I’m actually just fucking angry.

I’m angry because I still have trust issues with men, I still worry about crossing boundaries that I don’t know exist, I still have intimacy issues that make me scared of being too emotionally invested in a relationship, I still can’t make decisions about things in case I make the wrong one, I still keep myself awake at night worrying if I have been selfish, I still struggle not to see myself through his eyes - the horrible hair, the ugly face, the fat arse, I still don’t know how to get angry ‘the right way’ at people who have done something wrong to me and that’s partly because I think on some level I must have deserved it, or I’m so insignificant that it doesn’t matter if someone does something wrong to me, I still don’t always trust my own opinion, especially in the face of someone I’ve imbued with authority, I still don’t put my sexual needs anywhere near the forefront of my mind, I still worry about being boring and uninteresting and I still tear myself up about whether I’m good enough for someone, because there is still J’s voice in my head telling me just how no one could ever love me. 

I’m angry at all this, but I’m also angry on behalf of 15 year old me, for whom anger at J would be such a ridiculously foreign concept but anger at herself was far too familiar. I’m so angry that he honed in on someone who was so vulnerable, already cracking under the pressure of mental health pressures and self harm, and stepped on her and broke her further. And the worst thing? He did it for fun.

Tagged: Personaltw: domestic abuse

15th February 2012

Link reblogged from Ms. Direction with 4 notes

Ms. Direction: Chris Brown continues →

ms-direction:

The compilation of “I’d let Chris Brown beat me” tweets that I posted got over 700 notes, so while I really wasnt planning on writing a huge big thing about this, here are a few more thoughts/opionons/responses on the subject.

“It’s not that Chris Brown is categorically unforgivable. It’s…

Tagged: Allie I love you for thisdomestic violencechris brownfeminism

28th January 2012

Photoset reblogged from Disney with a splash of Feminism! with 5,067 notes

feministhistorian:

adisneytattoo:

melodyymylove:

disneyhappyendings:

Jaime & Chris’ Little Mermaid Wedding

Dear future husband, this is how our wedding will be.

I just want to say that this is absolutely amazing. Oh my god.

Wont lie, this is awesome. 

Source: disneyhappyendings

9th January 2012

Photo reblogged from i am mentally divergent with 8 notes

xlivvielockex:

whedonesqued:

The City of Angels. Between pervasive evil and countless temptations lurking beneath the city’s glittery facade, Los Angeles proves to be the ideal address for a fallen vampire looking to save a few lost souls. 
There are souls to be saved during daylight hours and in the dead of night. You have to choose which to save, you cannot win this battle by tryng to save both! 
As the night approaches you will turn into your alter ego… a vampire. You will have special powers to see what others are not able to see in the day. Make the most of this time, for come the dawn, you will lose these powers, and have more mortal weaknesses. 
By day or night there are souls to be saved and dangers to overcome. But in this game, if you can call it that, you not only have to look out for yourself. But also try to discover what other players are doing. 
Only by doing this will you be able to manipulate the game towards its conclusion. For you to be the winner and the saviour of souls!

LMAO This actually exists. 
I thought maybe it was some kind of fanart thing but nope, there it is. This will be mine.
I mean, I bought the Angel RPG corebook. /nerd.

Lol, I have this. And the Buffy version. And the Buffy chess set..

xlivvielockex:

whedonesqued:

The City of Angels. Between pervasive evil and countless temptations lurking beneath the city’s glittery facade, Los Angeles proves to be the ideal address for a fallen vampire looking to save a few lost souls.

There are souls to be saved during daylight hours and in the dead of night. You have to choose which to save, you cannot win this battle by tryng to save both!

As the night approaches you will turn into your alter ego… a vampire. You will have special powers to see what others are not able to see in the day. Make the most of this time, for come the dawn, you will lose these powers, and have more mortal weaknesses.

By day or night there are souls to be saved and dangers to overcome. But in this game, if you can call it that, you not only have to look out for yourself. But also try to discover what other players are doing.

Only by doing this will you be able to manipulate the game towards its conclusion. For you to be the winner and the saviour of souls!

LMAO This actually exists

I thought maybe it was some kind of fanart thing but nope, there it is. This will be mine.

I mean, I bought the Angel RPG corebook. /nerd.

Lol, I have this. And the Buffy version. And the Buffy chess set..

Tagged: BuffyObsessed much?yep

Source: whedonesque

9th October 2011

Post with 30 notes

So

Tonight my flatmate described something funny as a “lolocaust”

I didn’t even understand her at first but she described it as a “holocaust of laughs,”

Like who does that! I told her off and side-eyed her so hard

Tagged: JewsHolocaustWtf