peterdontyougrowup
Peter, dont you grow up
Hello, I'm Patricia. I'm from Brazil and my bullshit includes Merlin, Lost, LotR, DreamWorks, Disney, Pixar, Marvel, Netflix, heavy metal and nature. Newest obssessions: Inside Out and My Mad Fat Diary.
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sadly I haven’t managed to find that awesome picture in better quality
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I can't handle with how amazing Casual Vacancy is! There's no doubt JK is an outstanding writer! Harry Potter was only the beginning! <3 Don't miss Potter, be excited for what's next!
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I'm a trans boy. Despite the fact I wear I binder and wear baggy clothes to conceal my curves, I get catcalled frequently. Not only does it make me feel gross and angry, but it provokes a large amount of dysphoria.
:( :( :( this makes me want to cry. STOP THE CAT CALLS!
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“So, I’ve got two stories and neither one really qualify as catcalling, but they are harassment that made me feel totally violated.
The first story happened a couple years ago during my second year of college. I was with my boyfriend at his friend’s house for a party. I was wearing a dress and some tights with a jacket because it was chilly out. My boyfriend and I had been standing in the kitchen talking when he left me to go to the bathroom or talk to his friend or something. This other boy then proceeded to corner me where I was standing against the counter and stuck his hands up my dress to try and remove my tights. All he said to me was, “hey, baby.” I did not know this boy. I asked him several times to stop and tried to shove his hands away. He only finally stopped when my boyfriend came back.
The next story happened a year after the first. This time I was at my boyfriend’s house for a Halloween party. My costume was one of my everyday dresses with bunny ears. I was having a good time until these three guys came up and circled me. At first they were being nice, just asking about my major and where I work and stuff, but then all the sudden one of them grabbed my boob. Like, reached down my dress and grabbed it. I pushed him away and immediately went to find my boyfriend to tell him what had happened.
The part that really gets me, the really messed up bit is that in both cases when I told my boyfriend what had happened, he got mad at me for it and called me a slut and never said anything to the guys. It was especially hurtful because I had always been extremely loyal to him and had gone to him feeling violated and seeking help, not a fight. He is of course my ex now.”
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“But What Was She Wearing?” is a project documenting what street and sexual harassment actually looks like. Submit your own!
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