#female self defense

[butch-reidentified]

Can you talk more about your successful self-defense stories? I have this bleak idea that female self-defense attempts almost never work out, partly due to the fact that in every. single. video or demonstration on female self-defense, all the moids in the comments are talking about how they could still overpower her if they wanted.

those men are liars!!!! they also all commented on videos like that woman who competed and won against a T-SHIRT CANNON in a throwing contest, claiming any 12 yr old boy could do better. they lie to keep us afraid, but more importantly, they lie because THEY'RE AFRAID OF US! afraid we'll learn to fight back and cripple their ability to victimize us. afraid they'll be the attacker who picks the wrong girl/woman and gets his neck snapped or catches a bullet.

self-defense works, especially since most attackers aren't trained or anything and rely on pure strength. but owning and knowing how to use firearms? or even a taser? the strongest rapist on earth isn't bulletproof yk.

self-defense works, and has the added benefit of making men - particularly predators - experience a tiny fraction of the fear they force women to feel. good. make them afraid. if every or even a high percentage of women & girls were trained and/or armed, men would be forced to think twice before attacking. because men would be injured, maimed, or even killed left and right by women/girls they are trying to victimize. then not only are they hurt (or dead), but even worse (to them), they got beat up by a girl!

caveat: women & girls under patriarchy are very likely to face jail or even prison time for acting in their own defense. I believe this is an intentional attempt to dissuade us from doing so. don't let it stop you - instead, we MUST fight not only our attackers, but their robed enablers, their biased peers on the jury, the congressmen who see themselves in the defendant, and so forth. bring it all down.

[blackpilljesus]

I wish I had more methods of self-defense using tools against moids. I live in australia so can't even carry pepper spray in public :(((( and i have to join a club to get access to a gun

It really does suck not easily being able to defend ourselves but there are a few things that could help apart from guns and pepper spray:

DIY Pepper spray. If you're in a country where pepper spray is illegal you can make your own one (tho it can be less potent compared to store bought). Bear in mind pepper spray needs to be changed after a period of time. For DIY pepper sprays change them every 3-6 months as potency can be lost overtime. If you're caught argue it's for food & it's all you had at the time.

Alt (aerosol) sprays. Things like hairspray, wasp spray, and deep heat. If you want to stay clean legal wise but also want something to defend yourself with. Similar thing with pepper spray in terms of being mindful where you spray. I can only attest that deep heat massage spray does pack quite the punch, nowhere near actual pepper spray but can be enough to cause disorientation giving you a chance to run. Hair/wasp sprays are shakey tbh but can help if you have nothing else.

Mobile phone. Ever had a phone fall on your face before? Ouch. But phones are surprisingly strong. Not a first approach I'd personally go for but if there's nothing else or it comes down to it; instead of just throwing punches (that'll mostly be ineffective), you can use a smart phone to aid in landing more effective hits. Main downside with this is that you've gotta be pretty close. Now some may think "but I dont want to ruin my phone" but you can always replace a phone not your life.

Ofc best thing to do is to try & get away but there are times where you're backed into a corner. Legal system sucks & punishes women for defending themselves but it is what it is. I personally use the last two more often as back up bc it's long making your own pepper spray.

[butch-reidentified]

RELEASE ALICE WOOD

good for her

[bixels]

vague-posting about this here cuz i don't feel comfortable yapping about my su takes on twitter, but after everything that's happened the most interesting thing about the su fandom to me is that so many are 100% there for applying the "everyone can change and deserves a second chance" message to everyone, even the diamonds. except for one ☝️ she doesn't count. cuz she's dead.

[myopicry]

I can't stay away from tumblr because I like reading radfem and gender critical blogs (and also I live here unfortunately just by virtue of being a gay loser artist) and this is the most populated place for that kind of discussion, but holy shit it gets so bleak seeing just how easily radfems are strawmanned and how the most popular posts on this website are still so deeply entrenched in very cognitively dissonant thought built on misogyny and refuses to engage with any kind of opposition or critique.

I believe in healthy discourse and discussion! I want to hear people's arguments and insights and learn why people believe certain things! but one (very large, very popular) ideological side of this website is so fundamentally incurious and hostile towards changing their minds at all, and there's just such a lack of what could be a really productive public forum where feminist and progressive thought could be freely discussed, this being a women-dominated and same-sex attraction dominated website and all. especially because it's already so difficult to discuss those kinds of things in real life as the majority of people don't really care or relate to any of it.

I really wish I could just log off forever sometimes and never have to think about this again. alas, I quite like to think, and the internet is still the best way to find the community and the perspectives which I seek. born to participate in community and discussion of theory, forced to gaze upon a field of strawmen alone (⌣_⌣”)

[edithdraws]

Well you know how it is with Goddesses and their most loyal followers

[sincetheducksleft]

I've always thought The Sopranos had the most perfect theme song, and now I'm finding out it was written about a woman in an abusive relationship finally snapping and shooting her abuser?!

[m0tel6mxzzy]

we need more girly slashers again. i love a final girl moment but i need to see women going ape shit killing other people in pure white hot rage through supernatural or otherwise unconventional means with themes of double standards toward how women’s anger and hurt is made palatable to repress them but like in the most gory way and that rage being so powerful it could kill the girl doing the killing and asks just how far you would go to be heard and seen feeding your most erratic desires at the expense of all else

[butch-reidentified]

I am SO JEALOUS you get to see women and live with women and manage yourself in the comfort of not having men around every single day. It must be such ease on the mind and heart, not to be tense, not to be at risk, not to even consider whether you may be assaulted when you want to do this or that. I wish a man free life for us all.

It's really nice and very healing to be surrounded by women all the time and have real conversations with women, especially consciousness raising conversations ❤️

I do live in an urban area, so if I want to go out, I will encounter men, but I'm not afraid of men at this point in my life tbth. I don't leave the house without my strap and got no problem using it if it came to that.

I hope you are able to live the way you want to someday soon, and I too wish a man-free life for all women ✨️

[blackpilljesus]

hi to the australian anon who wasnt sure what to do for self defence - i am an aussie anon (VIC) semi-rural, who walks everywhere even at night. yea its illegal to have a knife but i have a big folding one that lives in my leg pocket. would i rather be fined a couple hundred dollars, or raped/dead? its a good deterrent, i had a mega creepy guy trailing me at woolamai at 10pm. i was SO glad to have a knife on me, the second he knew i had one he backed way off. wouldnt trade it for anything. also another unarmed tip is to just act like a fucking maniac, screech and run on all fours, throw clothes at them and roll around like you got rabies and just create some really unsettling behaviour. do a pink guy impression idk

💯💯💯

As the saying goes sumn like "rather be booked by 12 than buried down 6". I also carry what I can for similar reasons.

[gem-femmes]

What are some sentences people can say to sabotage me in career, productivity, personal goals, creativity, beauty etc?

Here are some sentences that people might say to undermine your efforts in various areas of your life:

💀Career

"Are you sure you're qualified for this job?"

"I heard they're not hiring/promoting right now."

"It's so competitive; you'll never get noticed."

"Maybe you should lower your expectations." (I HATE THIS ONE with a fiery passion)

⚰️Productivity

"You don't need to work so hard; it's not worth it."

"Why are you wasting your time on that?"

"I don’t see how that’s going to benefit you."

"You can always do it later."

💀Personal Goals

"You’ve tried this before and it didn’t work."

"It sounds too ambitious for you."

"What’s the point of this goal anyway?"

"Are you really committed to this?"

⚰️Creativity

"That's a strange idea; no one will understand it."

"I don't think you're creative enough for this."

"Isn't that too risky?"

"It’s been done before; why bother?"

💀Beauty

"Why are you even trying? It doesn’t suit you."

"You're never going to look like that."

"It’s too expensive to keep up with that."

"Beauty isn’t everything; maybe focus on something else."

These kinds of statements can be particularly damaging because they often target your self-doubt and fear. This can hinder your progress in various aspects of life.

If you realize someone is sabotaging and manipulating you, the best course of action is distancing yourself from them to protect your peace. The second best is using these same statements against them.

How to counteract sabotage and manipulation attempts?

Educate yourself on everything that's important to you, so that you can make informed choices and decisions.

Learn how to make decisions without dwelling, overthinking etc.

Trust your decisions and don't seek input from others once you've decided.

[starlitangels]

Hand-to-Hand

Have some Albus and Faithful! Shoutout to @vampirelladarkness for the idea! Let’s say this takes place between Recovering and Unveiling True Honor, yeah? Cool? Sure? Great. 2.5k words (on the button!)

Disclaimer: I’ve done some training. It’s been a while since I did any sort of training. Some of the following information might be a little or a lot, I don’t know inaccurate.

—

Bang-bang-bang!

“Up and at ‘em, faithful!” Albus barked through the closed door. I jolted awake and practically fell out of my bunk from the motion. I groaned in protest and sat up properly.

“What do you want? I just went to sleep!” I complained, sliding out of my covers and pulling my long overcoat on over my nightdress. Rubbing sleep out of my eyes, I yanked the door open.

“Whoa. The bedhead!” Albus exclaimed sarcastically. But he was smiling like he’d just discovered the most delicious secret to hold over my head.

I scowled. “Shut up. What do you want?”

“Which one do you want?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want me to shut up or tell you what I want?”

I scoffed so hard I hurt my throat and rolled my eyes. “I’m going back to bed,” I grumbled, moving to lean back and slam my door shut.

Albus planted a hand on the door, holding it open before I could swing it shut. “No. No-no. You’re not going back to bed, princess,” he snapped. It had been a while since he called me that, and I glowered accordingly. “We have lapsed on your training. It’s time to fix that.” He gave me a smirk. That condescending one that pissed me off.

“I didn’t agree to training in the first place.”

“Too bad. Mission like this? You’re gonna need it. Come on. Get dressed and let’s go.” He took his hand off my door and folded his arms. His eyes swept me up and down, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Come on.”

“I’m not changing while you watch, moron,” I snapped before slamming the door in his face and locking it.

“Oh, come on!” he joked through it while I pulled my coat off and looked through the bag I brought to get off-world for a new set of clothes. “Might be fun!”

“Decidedly not,” I retorted as I changed from my nightdress to a new set of clothes. I fixed my bedhead and pulled the door open again. “Better?”

Albus narrowed his eyes, but I saw playful teasing in the way they twinkled. “Dunno. Training might be more effective if you just don’t wear anything—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” I snapped, storming out of my room and stalking past him. I had no idea where he intended to “train,” so I took the familiar path to the bridge. Where, no doubt, Devlin would be tinkering away at something. I didn’t bother to check if Albus was following me or not.

“Oh come on, faithful, it was just a joke—” Albus complained before falling out of earshot as I turned a corner.

I went to the bridge and waved a greeting. “Morning, Devlin.”

“Good morning, sister. I trust you slept well?”

“As well as can be expected. If we survive this whole thing I’m gonna be so exhausted that I’ll pass out and sleep for like a full day straight,” I said.

“Mm. Perhaps,” Devlin said.

Albus stomped onto the bridge behind me. “Come on, faithful. Training time. Now,” he said.

Devlin raised a brow and looked between his brother and me. “Training?”

Albus beamed—sort of. It was more of a self-important smile. “Yeah. I’m teaching her to defend herself. This is a dangerous mission. At the very least the basics are useful.”

Devlin continued to look skeptical as his eyes held mine. “And... you’re alright with this, sister?”

I blinked a few times, trying to decide how to answer that. If I outright stated that Albus wasn’t giving me much choice, Devlin would pick a fight with Albus and they’d get into another argument. Which I didn’t want. I also didn’t particularly want to train with Albus this early after not sleeping much, but had to admit he was right that knowing a little more could be useful.

“I’m alright with it,” I decided.

“See? She’s fine,” Albus said. “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Ask nicely,” I snapped.

“Seriously?” he complained.

I raised my eyebrows, arms folded. Waiting.

He sighed. “Please?”

“There. Yes. Lead the way.”

Albus made a show of rolling his eyes before tromping off the bridge. I gave a brief wave to Devlin. “Good luck,” he said. “And, Albus!”

“What?”

“Mind your manners!”

A loud scoff was the only reply Albus gave. I followed him off the bridge.

He led me to a large, open area. What I imagined was probably a mess hall or otherwise common area when a ship like this was adequately staffed and furnished. He dropped his sword belt, blade included, to the ground and stretched. I eyed where he left his weapon skeptically. He’d given me a stick and used his sword the last time we did this. Why was he disregarding his weapon now?

I copied his stretches as best I could. “Why did you put your sword down?” I asked carefully.

“Because I’m not going to use it,” he said.

“Why? What are we training with, then?”

“Our hands.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Albus scoffed. “The day you beg is the day Hell freezes over,” he muttered. Louder, he continued, “It’s called hand-to-hand combat. Not my favorite way to fight but when you don’t have any weapons on you or easily in reach, it’s good to know.” His eyes swept me up and down. “Balance of probability is that you’re going to be smaller and lighter than anyone you go up against. I don’t know how to teach you to leverage that, but the more you can throw your opponent off balance or off his footing, the better off you’ll be.”

He finished stretching and took a step back, twisting so we were facing each other head-on. He spread his arms.

“Go on. Try to hit me. I’ll give you one freebie.”

I glared and balled my fists.

“No. No. Bad,” Albus said.

“What?” I demanded.

“You leave your thumb on the side of your hand like that and you’ll shatter the bone on impact.” He stepped closer and held both hands out toward one of mine. Reluctantly, I placed my fist in his hands. His hands were ridiculously warm—callused and rough. But gentler than I expected. He took my thumb and guided it in front of all my fingers. “Keep your fist like that. But don’t wrap your fingers around it or you’ll break it. Make sure your thumb stays on the outside and in front of your fingers, not to the side, got it?”

I nodded. “Got it.”

“Okay. Now. When you hit, make sure to strike with these two knuckles.” He tapped my forefinger and middle finger knuckles. “Because if you hit with these two—” His tapped my ring finger and pinky knuckles. “You will break them. Following so far?”

“Yup.”

“Good.” He cleared his throat and let go of my hands. “One thing to know, a punch is still going to hurt like hell. But if you do it right, you won’t break anything. A broken hand is no good to you in a fight.” He stepped back to square up opposite me again. “Try to hit me.” He inspected my fists again. “Go on. Give me your best shot.”

I swung.

He ducked out of the way, laughing. “Well, apart from the fact that you telegraphed your intentions about two weeks in advance for me to dodge, you had the power behind the swing. That’s something,” he remarked. “What you just did is called a haymaker. It has its uses but it’s too easy to dodge. Try this.”

He pivoted and stood beside me so we were facing the same direction. “Bring your elbows in more. Keep your fists up close to shoulder-level. And hit like this.” His fist lashed out and he brought it back quickly. “Let me show you that slow, yeah?” He made the same motions. “Now, see how I’m rotating my fist so my palm is facing downward as I punch outward? That’s to pack more strength behind the strike. If you keep your fist facing the wall like this—” He repeated the motion but didn’t twist his arm as he pushed out. “—you can’t equip the power of your shoulder, chest, and back muscles into the hit as easily. Give it a try.”

I did. Slow at first, and then another attempt moving much faster.

“Not bad. Bring your arm back faster, if you can. Don’t underestimate how much extra damage you can do with a decent recoil. It’s all force and energy transfer.” 

I nodded and tried again.

“Thatta girl! That was good!”

I blinked. Praise from Albus was... beyond rare. Practically nonexistent, actually.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

“Next thing. Your elbow is the hardest, strongest striking point on your body. If you’re close enough to someone to hit them with your elbow: do it. If someone grabs you from behind, hit backwards with your elbow into their torso as hard as you can.” He demonstrated the movement as he talked about it.

“Okay.”

“And when you aim—punch or elbow—you want to aim beyond the person’s body. You’ll hit harder. But you still want that recoil. Driving your elbow too deep and too slow won’t do as much damage.”

“Right.” I supposed that made sense in some way.

Albus rotated so we were standing opposite each other again. “Try to hit me, faithful.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and went back to the stance he’d showed me. I glanced at my fist to make sure it looked right, the way he’d showed me. Then met his eyes. His expression was expectant but otherwise unreadable.

“Bend your knees,” he said. “Standing lock-kneed makes it easier to give you one shove and topple you right over.”

I bent my knees and lashed out immediately after.

Albus caught my fist. “Not bad. I did forget to mention that you need to rotate your hips as you make the punch to keep the movement flowing. That one is on me. Let me show you and then try again.” He showed me the movement, this time pointing out the way his legs twisted to rotate his hips before letting me have another go at it. I tried it. “Better. Now try and hit me again.”

I hurled the punch.

And hit Albus right in the chest. The breath knocked out of him with an, “Oof!” and he stumbled a few steps back.

For a moment, he coughed and wheezed to get his breath back. “Helluva punch, faithful. That was good.” His voice was raspy. “I should have mentioned the chest was a decent target if you hit hard enough.” He coughed. “And damn I think you did.”

I smirked. “Well, like you said the first time you tried training me, I’ve thought about hitting you more than once. Might as well siphon off some of that energy.”

He chuckled—and coughed again.

“So... apart from the chest, where do I hit? Jaw?”

“No. No, no. Bone’s too thick. More likely to break your hand than their face.” He tapped his head. “Temple. Right here. Softer point. Also the eyes. They’re very much a weak, soft point. If you gauge with your fingers at the eyes you will do serious damage. Or you can use the heel of your hand—” He rubbed his thumb over the base of his opposite palm. “—to strike the nose from beneath and shatter it. We’re not going to try that one though. I quite like my nose. But we can practice the movement.”

I snorted. “Fine with me.”

He showed me and I copied a few times. “Make sure you keep your fingers curled back as far as you can so you—”

“Don’t break them on impact.”

“Exactly.”

He kept teaching me, showing me how to combine strikes from both sides and drilling in my head not to kick if I could help it. In certain circumstances it was fine, but normally it would make me lose my balance and fall over.

Then we moved on to dodging for a while.

And then we started trying to spar. But it was a slow, soft practice fight that Albus basically walked and talked me through.

Slowly, we sped up.

Then I started trying to hit him for real again. He was still going softer on me, but wasn’t holding back on his speed.

He got in close—informing me that it was a mistake because my reach was shorter than his and he didn’t have the room to pack as much power behind his swing—and let me jab him with the elbow. Once. To get a feel for it.

After giving him a bit to recover, we went again.

This time when he got in close, his leg lashed around mine and he yanked. Knocking my foot out from under me.

I hit the floor with an, “Oof!”

Albus landed on top of me, nearly bashing our heads together.

For a moment, we stared at each other, breathing hard. Albus’ eyes were darker than I’d ever noticed, and the scars over his nose and at the corner of his right eyebrow glimmered slightly in the artificial light. Both of us were open-mouthed as we panted. I tried my best, but couldn’t stop the brief impulse to let my eyes flicker to his lips—then quickly back to his eyes.

Graciously, I ignored the way his did the same to me.

A door whirred open. “Am I... interrupting?” Devlin sounded horrified.

I shoved at Albus. “Not at all,” I said. “Get. Off!”

“If you insist.” He gave me a flirtatious, suggestive smirk.

“Oh, by the gods—you know what I mean!” I snapped, still shoving.

He snorted and climbed off of me, offering me a hand to help me up. I thought about taking it, then remembered what he’d said the first time. That he’d use it to throw me back down. I swatted his hand away and pushed to my feet on my own.

“What’s going on, Devlin?” I asked.

“You two have been gone a while. I was getting worried,” he said, holding my gaze.

“We’re fine. Just training,” Albus said. Devlin shot him a look.

“Well, if you’re quite done, we still have work to do if we want to make it to Brother Koria on time. We’re coming up on an area that’s going to be hard to navigate. I’m going to need help.”

“Fine.” Albus stooped and snatched up his sword and its belt. “Let’s go.”

I followed Devlin out of the room back toward the bridge with Albus bringing up the rear.

I fell into step beside him. “That was... informational,” I said.

“Not fun?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

He snorted again. “There she is,” he said. “Never without that sharp tongue, are you?”

“Nope.” We kept walking. I chewed the inside of my cheek for a moment. “Thank you.”

He cleared his throat, buckling his sword belt back on. “Uh... sure,” he said. Then he cleared his throat again, louder. “Hey Vinny, what’s this about a place that’s hard to navigate?”

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Tagging my GB fan peeps who might enjoy: @palilious @gwenifred @ryn-halo26 @dollscircus @halscafe @miloeveryday38 @zozo-01 if anyone else wants to be tagged in GBA fics, let me know. Tag list is always open

[romance-fantesy]

Evil Feminist Crushes Alex

Alex was sent to hell, he will be tortured for all eternity by this gorgeous yet demented mysandrist.

[marioromanceblog]

Peach busts Mario's balls

That will teach him to respect women some more.

[defensive-tactics]

Women can be predators, too. Through choice or force. Be aware.

[oplishin]

god charlotte flair is such a FASCINATING character!!! i love people who suck! just watched a backstage promo between her and becky in 2015. now charlotte, why did you immediately go "i'm not a bad person!!" when becky brought up an issue she had with you?? i am examining you under a microscope