relationships
Trace the link between feminism and relationships from outdated norms to modern conventions including chivalry, working mothers, splitting the bill and beyond.
Last Night I Saw My Rapist's Name on Facebook
Facebook is something we use to stay connected with one another. Something we use to see the experiences we have and share. Something some rely on to keep occupied in the bathroom. We play games, like photos, share opinions, laugh at the cute and funny dog videos, scroll through current news and happenings around the world, and my personal favourite, look back on our memories.
By Amidst the Sunset7 years ago in Viva
Things Every Feminist Should Ask on a First Date
In today's day and age, it is an interesting concept to consider why men are weird about strong women. When feminists try to build close relationships with people and begin dating, it is more serious than a normal dating situation because of feminism's inert strength and direction. Every intersectional feminist has strong views and wants a partner who is an accomplice in the fight against white supremacy, the patriarchy, queerphobia, and misogyny. Everyday feminism can be extreme, but people who go beyond allyship and are true accomplices can be found in the world if you know what questions to ask. Personal is political in the world today when our world is so divided. To get close to someone, we must know where everyone stands on important issues. Here are things every feminist should ask on a first date, so they don’t waste any time!
By Morgan E. Westling7 years ago in Viva
The Life I Lived Before You (Chapter 2)
Chapter 2 Family Meet-up A couple days after she had taken the pregnancy test her dad ended up finding it behind the toilet when he washed himself off. He put it in the way back in his sock drawer as a trophy because his plan had finally come into play. He had lightened up on the abuse and it appears because she was pregnant that he had maybe fallen in love with her. It wasn’t painful for her and she could now feel the passion while they made love. She and her father had talked it out and knew they lies that they would say to her mother. He had taken her to two doctors’ appointments and she took her prenatal regularly in front of her father to make him happy.
By Visionary Ghostwriter7 years ago in Viva
Open Letter to My Abuser
Recently, in therapy I was given an assignment to write all the things unsaid to my abuser down, seal it in an envelope, and never send it to him. "Well what good does not sending it do?" you may ask. You see, this healing process is for me alone, not him. While I was instructed not to send it, I decided that I should publish it. The message in it holds a special meaning to me. You can't hold tight to the pain others have caused you without hurting yourself. I hope my letter finds you, wherever you are in your journey, and my words help you understand that forgiveness isn't for your abuser, but for yourself!
By Aleea Whitmire7 years ago in Viva
The Life I Lived Before You (Chapter 1)
Chapter 1 Raped It was 8:00 PM and she stood in front of the bathroom mirror getting ready for bed. Her reflection staring back at her. Her hair, which she dyed the week before, flowed down past her shoulders. I was originally brown but she wanted a change. Now it was a lush brown with blonde highlights. Her brown eyes sparkled as the light shone down at her, making her almost look angelic. She was five feet exact and weighed 112 and her face was slim and her eyebrows were trimmed to perfection. Her teeth were all straight from the years of dental work she had undergone to correct them. She indeed was perfection, but she had a secret she couldn't tell anyone.
By Visionary Ghostwriter7 years ago in Viva
My Friend with Stockholm Syndrome
Kids. Kids are all we were. What would a child know about love? What could a child know about love after feeling nothing but resentment all her caged up life? She didn't know, and she had no one to guide her and that's how she ended up in the hands of a 15-year-old monster.
By Jennetta Dawson8 years ago in Viva
Fooled by Blue Eyes
Junior high is usually a time when the work gets harder and lifelong memories are made. My year followed that path and also created my future. I will never forget this one warm sunny day as I attended lunch period with some friends. I was walking to my table with my then best friend Barbie when a note was thrown in my tray. Yes, a note. I was only 13 and at that time and notes still existed. After we sat down, I opened and began to read. It was a short sentence written in small print on whole sheet of paper. "Will you go out with me?" Those were the only words written besides a signature that read, "Josh Brooks." I sat there shocked and unsure why to say. I had no idea the guy liked me. He was loud, funny, and a rebel of the school. The next few days we hung out around school and eventually swapped numbers. I had begun to find out a new side of him that I never noticed before. He was shy and sweet while also being a gentleman. Once I got to know him, I fell pretty hard for him. He never made the first move, so I had no choice if I wanted things to go further. After four months of dating, we had our first kiss at a dance I begged him to go to.
By Amanda Thomas8 years ago in Viva
Dear Abuser
Dear Abuser: Thank you for finally re-opening your Facebook page. You know the one you claimed you deleted... anyways, thank you for finally opening up your Facebook page. Had I not looked deep into my Facebooks page source settings as to who is most likely taking a looksie at my posts, I would have never realized your page was re-opened.
By Elisabeth Dodson8 years ago in Viva
One Hell of a Year
My last year of high school was hell. I'd sugarcoat it, but that's exactly what it was. It is a story I tell in real life all the time in that joking way that makes people think you are fine. However, I think maybe writing it out, telling my truth as I saw it, may help me move on from that horrible year. You see, dear reader, that year is at the top of the list of things I have never truly gotten over. So many things I have yet to forgive myself for happened that year, and so many things I have yet to forgive others for.
By Jody-Lynne Belbin8 years ago in Viva
