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[patastayo]

With the recent approval of the SOGIE Equality Bill on the committee level. Let’s read some information to be educated. 

Here’s to more victories this year and the next!

[bluejohsai]

YOUR OWN RULES AND STORY — KOZUME KENMA.

with the continuous grapple of people's mindsets and the ongoing battle of blaming the victims and not the harassers, i incorporated it through the words of this scenario because as what i have read in the trending hashtags of my country, this toxicity needs to stop.

i have experienced similar things like the one i wrote for this scenario but it involved my school uniform, a crowded bus, and sometimes just walking down the street. please, take time in being brave because what we wear doesn't define us and it isn't in the slightest, an invitation for people to become disgusting pigs.

Having Kozume Kenma as your boyfriend had its perks and downsides.

The downsides definitely pertain to his occasional tendency of becoming aloof, which you had no trouble with handling, seeing as you both started dating when you were in high-school. From the first time you met him, his own choice of being distant towards others intrigued you, one reason for your interest being his captain of the volleyball club. For such a social role in a club, the members chose him to be their ringleader (a thing that he has no say on because his best friend and the previous captain insisted to the coaches to have his ‘promotion’).

You both met when the previous manager of the volleyball club decided to search for someone who would take over her position once she graduates, introducing you to the volleyball club right after knowing you. It was a normal lunch period and you were inside your classroom when one of your classmates asked if you had any participated clubs. Being a carefree student, you still didn’t apply to any clubs and mainly because you were only a first-year. And the next thing you knew, you were whisked away by a pretty upperclassman, who introduced herself as the manager of the volleyball club.

You had no idea what conundrum you just entered.

At first, you carefully asked for the permission of the pretty upperclassman that you wanted to start once your second-year rolls in. You didn’t expect her to nod fervently with a huge and beautiful smile on her face, which made you feel small for some reason.

That afternoon, you also met Kenma, noticing how he wanted to melt into the background, making sure to never meet your eyes.

And when the third-years graduated and bid their goodbyes, Kenma was chosen to be the club’s captain, a notion that he so blatantly rejected yet accepted (albeit reluctantly) and you were now the club’s official new manager. For the first few months, you managed to make him utter more words than he had ever said to another member. You both enjoyed each other’s company and taking the time to actually get to know him; learning about his favorites and deeply understanding him as a person. Kenma also followed Kuroo’s advice on lessening the coldness he carefully wrapped around his heart and by doing so, he started liking you more than he intended to.

Now, both of you are in a relationship that lasted for three years, and the perks in dating him just keep piling up, overpowering the downsides. For instance, Kenma would always take the time in making sure you were truly taken care of; whether it be picking you up from your last class, cooking for you every other day, or having you on his lap while he plays some games with his friends (a feat that he disdainfully expressed, thinking that he wouldn’t see the members of the volleyball club anymore). He would also go out of his way to help you study for some of your subjects or even leave an unexpected kiss on your forehead, cheeks, or neck.

The naked truth, he is an amazing boyfriend.

It was a fair afternoon and Kenma was waiting on one of the benches of the Medical Sciences building, his phone opened to some random game that he downloaded to pass some time.

“Kenma!”

The two-toned boy looked up from his phone and regarded you with a fond look, his eyes softening and lips stretching in a minuscule smile at the sight of you. Three years and here he is, still having butterflies at the reality of you dating him.

“Hey, how’s class?” he asked you, staring down at you while taking your heavy backpack from you and replacing it with his own. This habit initiated when he started walking you home during high school — you exchanging bags since he only carried little things in his backpack, making it weigh like it was nothing. Once you have his backpack on, he noticed the bright stare you gave him, earning a low chuckle from him. Taking your hand tenderly and intertwining them, Kenma started walking. “Excited for our Korean barbeque night?”

You smiled widely at him. “We had another quiz earlier and we have to pass our labs tomorrow so I guess this will be one of those caffeinated nights,” you cheekily replied at him. “But I know that our Korean barbeque night will make up for it.”

Kenma flashed a serene smile. “Want me to help you? I think it’s going to be my free night tonight.”

You looked at him disbelievingly, raising one eyebrow. “You’re not streaming tonight?”

He shrugged, looking down at you with a small half-smile. “Figured that you need some company while you finish your lab.”

The two of you then waked out of campus and into the busy streets of Tokyo, your conversation never ending until the both of you stopped in front of an intersection. Waiting for the signal to cross the street, Kenma took this as a time to play with your hand.

“Hey, Kenma,” you called out, feeling his phone vibrate from your back. “Someone’s calling you.”

Kenma looked at you, released your hand from his hold, and opened the front compartment of his backpack. He softly smiled as you started bouncing subtly as if you were listening to an imaginary beat but his smile quickly vanished when he saw a man inconspicuously standing too close at you, his phone right below your skirt. The golden-eyed boy narrowed his eyes at the suspicious activity but he felt anger boiling when he noticed that the man’s phone screen depicted a front camera, your short cycling shorts in view. Without any rational thought, Kenma slapped the man’s arm, making the older guy’s phone fly from his hand, shocking the people surrounding you.

“Hey!” the man shouted, his eyes blazing as he faced Kenma, who was looking at him with a dangerously blank expression. “What’s your problem, man?!”

The two-toned boy rose an eyebrow. “My problem is that you were taking inappropriate pictures of my girlfriend,” he menacingly stated, nearing the man with pounding footsteps. Now directly in front of the man and even though he was centimeters shorter, Kenma clutched the collar of the man’s shirt in a vice grip. He glared at the man and lowered his voice in a deadly warning, “Delete it.”

You couldn’t pull Kenma out of the way when the man pulled back his arm and punched Kenma hard on the side of his face, knocking him to the ground. “Your girlfriend asked for it! Dressing like a slut in public places—”

Though slightly hazy from the punch, Kenma did something that he probably would never dare if he was younger, thinking it was too much work and would probably give him a bruised knuckle. He mustered all of his force and punched back the man, earning him the sight of a nosebleed. For such an unfit person, Kenma managed to make the man tumble to the sidewalk.

This brewed an unwanted fight on the sidewalks of Tokyo.

Now here you are, waiting for your boyfriend in one of the lobby chairs of the police station. You chewed on your lip as you run your fingers on top of your bag, which was given to you while a police officer ushered Kenma inside to be interrogated. Your mind was muddled with conflicting thoughts, starting with that perverted man who managed to take a photo of your short-covered thighs. Heck, you were wearing one of Kenma’s sweaters tucked in one of your favorite skirts. It was a normal day for you to dress up and now this happened. Your lips curled in disgust at the audacity of the unnamed man to take a picture of you, your gut boiling in anger.

For what felt like hours, the door to your left opened and Kenma strode towards you with a busted lip and bruised cheek, a female police officer following close behind. You stood up and placed your hand gently on Kenma’s face.

“Let’s get you fixed up at home, okay?” you whispered to him, your eyes probably teary at the sight of your boyfriend grimacing.

Kenma covered your left hand with his right one and regarded you with tender eyes dripping of concern. “What about our barbeque night?” He then groaned, closing his eyes briefly. “I’m sorry for ruining the night you’ve been looking forward to all week. I promise I’d make it up to you.”

“No, it’s not your fault, Kenma,” you retaliated, your eyebrows slightly furrowed. “Come on, I’m going to bake an apple pie once we get home.”

But before you could pull Kenma toward the exit of the police station, the female police pfficer stopped you. “Young lady,” she started, her expression quite troubled yet she painted a faux smile on her lips. “I think you should stop wearing revealing clothes and you should be more careful next time. Don’t wear this kind of provocative skirt when in crowded places—“

“Are your brain cells on the brink of extinction?” Kenma asked in his leveled voice, his eyes cast directly at the police officer.

“Pardon—?”

“This kind of mindset is one the reasons why our world never flourishes,” he sarcastically stated, never leaving your side while shooting his jabs at the police officer. “There will be no harassments if there are no harassers in the first place. So you’re basically implying that people get raped and sexually-harassed because of the way they dress? This is a new year and there are still people who think like that? Stop blaming the victim, then, and do your job right. You just let that perverted man go without a second thought.

“And one more thing,” he breathed, his grip on your hand tightening, “my girlfriend can wear whatever she wants.”

After that, every time you would go to class or just buy something from the mall, you would take time in making sure you never wear shorts or skirts again. Your mind was anticipating all kinds of scenarios just like the one you experienced so you only don jeans and long-sleeved shirts these days and with Kenma’s observing eyes, this didn’t go unnoticed.

One day, already dressed and preparing your breakfast, Kenma sluggishly walked out of your shared room, making a beeline towards you. He wrapped his arms around you and snuggled against your neck, his hair tickling your face, making you giggle at the adorable antics of your boyfriend. Never lifting up his head from you, Kenma only hummed against your neck while placing small kisses here and there every other minute.

“You’re wearing jeans again?” he asked on your neck, his breath making you shiver pleasantly. Bothered by it, Kenma lifted his head from your shoulder and replaced it with his hands, turning you around into facing him, your whines of burning the bacon following afterward. “Hey,” he gently called out to you in his soft-spoken voice, his hands planted on your cheek, “don’t let what that good-for-nothing policewoman and perverted bastard did get to you. I’m not saying that you don’t look good in jeans, I’m only reminding you to wear what you feel like wearing. It’s not your fault, okay?”

A smile slowly replaced the pout on your lips. Standing on your tip-toes to have your face level with Kenma’s, you placed your lips on his in a heartfelt kiss. Kenma didn’t waste a second in closing his eyes and deepening the kiss, your lips in a slow waltz with each other’s. Nipping your lip before pulling away, Kenma never increased your distance with each other as he placed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as if relishing this intimate moment with you.

Kenma called your name softly. “It’s your body so make your own rules and go spend hours in choosing what to wear. I’m only asking you to stay strong and face them without fear. No matter what you wear, know that you’re doing it because of you and never because of them.” He paused to kiss you on the forehead. “I love you and I’m so proud of you.

“So don’t let them define who you are because the [Name] I know is her own story.”

[spilledcoffeefrommy]

This is not a moment, it is a movement.✊🏼✊🏼✊🏼

FOR:

#HumanRights

#Respect

#Justice

#Women

#FreedomofthePress

#ABETTERTOMORROW

Another day, another issue, another hero, another villain, another one bites the dust, another chance, another time.🔂

[alypescuadro]

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[un1queusername]

: no it's not victim-blaming. i'm just saying the risk of you being sexualized is reduced if you wear more modest clothes. but if you do get sexualized, of course it's not your fault. i'm just saying, modest clothes will protect you...

: but is it 100% guaranteed i'm protected from being sexualized if i dressed modestly?

: no but i told you, it reduces the risk.

: then i'm not fully protected because... there are still sexual predators.

: ... yes

: so... dressing modestly... is a band-aid solution.

: ugh yes... but don't deny, it somehow helps.

: but it doesn't address the problem. it only reduces the risk... like sexualization is some kind of a natural disaster that we can't stop from happening. as if it's an earthquake where all we can do is "duck, cover, and hold" so we can somehow avoid death. but it's NOT a natural disaster. you know it's not a natural disaster.

: yes I KNOW it's NOT a natural disaster. but you're forgetting reality. you can't just tell people to stop sexualizing others. the number of sexual predators won't just drop to 0 instantly.

: that's the problem! it's so normal when it's not supposed to be normal!

: so what are you gonna do? tell them, "swiper no swiping"?

: ... look, if i covered myself up and i still got raped, did my clothes do its job? NO, because a rapist is a rapist.

: well, that's the fate i won't wish for you to end up in... but it could go the other way, your clothes could protect you.

: but it happens already! others wore their pajama clothes on and still got raped! whose fault is it?

: the RAPIST of course! ugh, do we have to repeat ourselves?

: so you're telling me to leave the risk of getting raped or not ON MY CLOTHES? when in the first place there shouldn't be any risk.

: you're becoming idealistic.

: huh? WOW, so wishing people did not rape is IDEALISTIC??

: NO, it's not that! i wish too that it doesn't happen but it's just sad that it won't happen in our lifetime... or ever.

: well, we should start NOW! we shouldn't be telling people what to wear because that's not where the problem is. we should teach children that it's bad to touch others when they don't want to be touched.

: but still, you know that it's collectively impossible to eradicate sexual harassment completely. there will always be a case.

: if they still do get touched, at least society knows that it's never the victim's fault, just as how "stealing is bad" is general knowledge. the victim won't be afraid to fight anymore because they know that they're not to be blamed for what's happened to them. and the harasser will get what they deserve.

also, telling others what to wear is not our business. in fact, it doesn't really help the system because it just normalizes rape culture. let people wear what they want to wear. make them feel safe.

[croissans]

one reason we’re fucked up at the moment is bcs we follow the shitty, narrow-minded morals of our ancestors or its been passed down to us and some people refuse to let go of it because it benefits them and only them

like racism and misogyny and white superiority and many many more

[tinaynugas]

Something I learn from a rape victim and a survivor. Very simple yet, a very strong message Sobrang ingay ng issue na to ngayon. When ladies are ask to dress like "Maria Clara" to avoid being a victim of rape, though she is a rape victim too. This is how she overcome the painful incident. She said it all start with ACCEPTANCE. Accept what happen and you will start to HEAL. LEARN from this mistake and start to GROW (study self defense). LOVE yourself so you could move forward. Salute to those Rape Victim Survivor! Now she is happily married with 3kids. #hijaako #rapesurvivor #rapesurvivor https://www.instagram.com/p/CBubUsIhtJ3/?igshid=1vkft82or5txi

[patastayo]

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[c-mysafespace-j]

hija ako.

trigger warning: rape, sexual harassment, trauma. 

huling beses na kwento tungkol dito. sana. 

i was 15, a grade 9 student. also trying to join this organization called “Kabataang Lider” or KL for short as i was trying something new to distract myself from my own drowning thoughts when i was sexually abused twice by the founder of the organization.

i knew my harasser from a leadership training that me and my co supreme student officers joined way back. nakilala ko siya at kinilala ko siya bilang magaling na speaker, he became my inspiration back then.

me and my co sgs proposed a project to our advisor, which KL will take part. there will also be a leadership training as we knew that this will help the aspiring leaders from our school and this will be a great opportunity for them. sobrang fresh pa sa utak ko lahat. haha.

Kevin Kamantigue, my harasser, we were friends on facebook. super hanga ako sakanya, ang galing nyang mag salita kaya naging inspiration ko siya.

one night, magkakasama kami ng mga co sgs ko sa mcdo. he was there with his colleagues from KL. i think he saw us because we were only one table away from them.

immediately after i went home, i received a message from him. he told me that i looked familiar. and of course as he was my inspiration and i admire his strength and bravery, i replied. told him i was on the leadership training too and sent him group photos from the training.

little by little, lumalaki tiwala ko sakanya. he was like my older brother. i was very vulnerable and want someone to talk to and again, as he was my inspiration, i vented out on him.

slowly, he gained my trust.

and then he started asking me for pictures. but of course i’m very aware of those kind of things so i refused, told him that i don’t want to send any. but he’s so makulit i could literally kill him if i only knew that time that he is a piece of shit. i sent him pictures showing my face, like aclose up picture of my face. no body included, just face. and it was old photos, just to make him stop from asking for the photo.

he also told me that he’ll give me a tight hug on the day of the leadership training, nangungulit siya non. hindi pa ako member ng KL non, bale nagrrecruit sila. so ayun, i tried to join KL. 

the first time he harassed me was i can’t remember the date but it took place sa Benedictine na school. there was also a leadership training, lol. that day was my interview day para formally na makasali ako sa KL.

he was the speaker for the grade school. tapos when the jhs ended their team building, umakyat na sila sa room. time na ng grade school for the team building. and syempre as he was the speaker ng grade school, free time nya yung time nung team building nila.

i was assigned to facilitate the grade school sa one activity, but he went to me and asked if i could come with him upstairs, sa room ng grade school. take note, the kids were not in the room. nasa grounds sila for the team building.

long story short, nilock nya yung pinto. umiwas ako at umupo sa may table, kunwari chinecheck ko yung laptop because heck, i was so uncomfortable. lumapit siya sakn, nakaupo ako sa mababang chair. tinatapat niya yung fucking etits nya sa mukha ko. umiwas ako ulit, sabi ko “baka hinahanap na nila tayo, bababa na ako.” but he refused. instead, he wanted me to sit on his lap near sa may pinto. of course ayoko, but he was too powerful and i was afraid something bad would happen to me. masyadong mahigpit yung pagkakayakap niya sakin. i can feel his fucking hard etits, he was wearing slacks. i was wearing a loose shirt and a leggings. if it wasn’t because of the person na dumaan sa labas nun, hindi niya ako bibitawan. 

after that, i still trusted him. i didn’t think that he took advantage of me na pala non. i was so dumb back then. 

second time was on november 5, 2016. this time, mas malala na ginawa niya sakin. 

i was with my grade 9 classmates at dimas, near imus institute. dun siya nakatira. we were rehearsing for some upcoming school project, i think? i was already a member of KL this time, officially. and then your guy, Kevin, created a group chat. it’s like a group activity thingy na nangyari at the same time na nag rrehearse kami. syempre, since i’m dumb, i still trust him diba? but that time, ayoko na sana magstay. but i think he saw me? (binasa ko ulit yung convo namin, ang sabi niya pala “see you later, paalis na ako dito”. so ang nangyari is nagstay ako dun sa lugar. please don’t blame me, hindi ko ginusto na magstay dun. nawalan lang ako ng power to refuse since nandun na rin ako sa lugar. pero ginawa ko naman makakaya ko para makaalis nang maaga, kaso walang nangyari; please read the screenshots below), and i also told him sa gc na i was already at dimas (maniwala kayo sakin, ayoko talagang umattend. i was still a minor back then, hindi ko alam ang gagawin) kaya i was left with no choice. 

i kept on telling him na saglit lang ako because my mom was sick and i have to look after her kahit na hindi totoo yun. it was just my way to escape because i didn’t really want to stay there. ayaw niya pumayag, saglit lang daw yun. he even told me na makikipagkita or makikipagdate lang ako. 

wala akong nagawa, so nagstay ako. funny part is, pinagsulat niya kami sa isang document wherein nakalagay dun na ang mangyayari is confidential lang dapat, na walang makakaalam kung ano man nangyari dun. we were only three na umattend that time. super lawak nung area. ang pinasulat niya dun? our deepest darkest secret. i think it was his way para hindi kami magsalita sa nangyari because he have something against us. lol well not me, fucking freak. 

meron siyang pakulo na activity, parang curiosity and trust kineme niya. papatayin niya raw yung ilaw, and may huhulaan daw kami na bagay. this time, pinaghiwa-hiwalay nya kami sa isa’t isa. imagine tatlo nalang kami umattend tas ang lawak pa nung area. 

ff. pinatay niya yung ilaw. i was facing the wall, aantayin lang daw namin siya na lumapit samin and we’ll guess kung ano man yung ipapahawak niya. the guy even told me natatakot daw siya dahil baka sumigaw ako. fuck you. 

and then it happened. hinila niya ako paupo, pinakandong ulit sakanya. hinalikan niya ako sa bibig, sa leeg. hindi ako makapalag, kasi natatakot ako kasi maybe he’s carrying a gun, knife or whatever na pwede kong ikamatay that time. he pinned me against the wall, nasa harap ko siya. nakatalikod ako sa wall and then nakatalikod siya sakin na parang nakapatong siya sa katawan ko. basta imagine niyo nalang. and there, may binulong pa siya but i can’t understand it because i am really out of my focus,  i was crying that time already. he used me for his pleasure. ginamit niya yung kamay ko para imasturbate sarili niya, i can feel his heart, sobrang bilis tumibok. and i was aware na ayun nga yung ginagawa niya. nahihiya ako sa sarili ko because i can’t do anything for myself that time. hindi ako makasigaw. parang may nakaharang sa lalamunan ko. takot na takot ako. 

he told me na pumasok sa cr, sumunod ako because i really wanted to escape. nung nasa cr ako, tinitignan ko kung ano pwede kong gawin. but i also thought of those 2 members na natira. i observed kung ganon din ba katagal si Kevin sakanila. but hindi. i don’t know if he only did it to me. 

i was wearing a loose shirt and leggings also. 

he even have the guts to tell me on messenger na, “learn how to punch a man”. putangina mo mahiya ka naman, Kevin Kamantigue. sobrang kadiri ka. 

i vented out on twitter. then someone approached me, asked me if i was okay. and she was also asking if something happened with me nung araw na yun. she was also a victim. and there, nagkalakas ako ng loob na magsalita. kung hindi dahil sayo ate, hindi ako magkakaroon ng lakas ng loob nun. pero hindi ko siya napakulong. i was tired. pagod yung puso at utak ko. my only thought was “bakit kailangan mangyari sakin yon?”. and people also told me, hindi raw nila ako matutulungan kung matatakot ako. kami ng pamilya ko. eh tangina, tatay niya baranggay captain. ano lang ba kami, sino lang ba kami? baka balikan kami nun, sabi ng mom ko. 

people were telling me, “bakit hindi ka sumigaw?” “hindi ka ba naririnig nung dalawa mong kasama?” “sana sumigaw ka.” if you guys were in my position, hindi niyo na magagawa yun. i was still a minor back then. anong alam ko? 

sad part, hindi namin siya napakulong. i wish i knew better. i wish i was strong back then. sana lumaban ako. sana.

at 19, found out na pinagppyestahan pala ako sa gc nong mga school mate ko na higher batch nung grade 9 ako. pinagkalat pa na navirginan na raw ako, when in fact i was grade 7 nung nagkausap kami. 

until now, yung nangyari sakin nung 2016 dala dala ko pa rin. minumulto pa rin ako nung nakaraan. sobrang laking trauma dinulot nun sakin, na gusto ko nalang mamatay. grabe yung anxiety and depression na inabot ko. it’s not easy. and then later on, malalaman ko na may ganon palang intensyon yung mga taong pinagkatiwalaan ko. kahit hindi nila ako nahawakan, pakiramdam ko sobrang dumi ko. tapos sasabihin ng iba na matagal naman na yun. iba yung damage na nadadala nito. tapos papaandaran ako na better person na sila ngayon? anong gagawin ko kung better person na kayo? is that supposed to make me feel better? nakakapagod kasi lagi nalang yata mararanasan ‘to ng mga kababaihan hanggat may utak manyak at rapist. 

para sa mga lalaking utak manyak at utak rapist. please. pakamatay nalang kayo kung hindi niyo kayang mag bago. pagod na pagod na kaming magadjust sa mga katulad niyo. please, ‘wag niyo sisihin yung mga victim because never namin ginusto na may mangyari samin. sino ba gustong marape? hindi ito dapat pinagdedebatehan. ang pag sisi sa mga victim is never makakatulong sa amin na makapag cope up. 

wala ito sa pananamit. kahit mag asawa kayo, mag karelasyon, kapag ayaw ng babae, ibig sabihin nun ay tangina mo lubayan mo siya dahil ayaw niya. nakakapagod mag adjust para sa mga manyak, rapist, o kahit ano pang itawag mo sakanila. nakakapagod. hindi namin deserve ang ganito. 

hindi kasalanan ng victim ang kahit anong mangyari sakanila na ganito. 

TANDAAN NIYO, WALANG RAPE KUNG WALANG RAPIST. 

[kkatindig]

Ui may dumating from #HijaAko ... Frankie “very opinionated” Pangilinan grrr! #napapanahon #hbdmama2020 (at Pasig) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBoGyG9JOF0Iy-jShUqozDyNnRWRipASMuclG80/?igshid=lb7wdmkbmy6e

[kimkeetiu]

Rape happens when someone decides to commit rape. Regardless whether she's drunk, she's passed out or she's wearing sexy outfits. Stop the misogyny. #EndRapeCulture #StopVictimBlaming #DontTellMeHowToDress #NotAskingForIt #DontBeThatGuy #HijaAko #RespetoNaman https://www.instagram.com/p/CBdcsIBplKi__glz1Kj_o3tNmzbt2Djye6V7ks0/?igshid=122219p7nr73l

[excaliburpho3bee]

READ THE CAPTION!!!!! -- I get to read issues about dressing what we, woman think are comfortable and self uplifting is the cause why "men" objectifies woman and become a "beast" or a Rapist..... Like What!! I normally wear sports bra during my hike and post pictures of it and guess what do I get.. A lot of messages saying Im hot or saying wow,,,, like what the hell. So you see even if we don't intend to be objectify, once you are a PERVERT or in tagalog MANYAK kang tsonggo ka, well earth will never be a better place for woman. I'm just so sad for my daugther who will live in this world where she might be sexually objectify (I hope not for I will not let that happen) I better raise my son well enough to know what a womans worth not to be like you,,,..you perv!!!! #HijaAko https://www.instagram.com/p/CBcJ9RzFvPslLub0ufL6jWzCiFp3HYbh-QvP2Y0/?igshid=swvx12mhpfdt

[teachersilke]

Hoy Tulfo, sexy kaya yung suot ng baka kaya siya na rape? O baka naman isisi mo na pabaya yung nanay ng baka kaya nangyari iyan? O baka dahil nakipag-inuman mag-isa yung baka sa nangrape sa kanya? Rape is never about the clothes you’re wearing. You could be in a safe and normal situation ang can still be harrassed. Rape happens because of the rapist. STOP VICTIM BLAMING. TEACH MEN NOT TO RAPE. #hijaako https://www.instagram.com/p/CBb5XKThXmGzW2Sq_uZ1xBfUTIRUCZm9OYWBmo0/?igshid=7s6ee05ggkya

[jillaxkalangg]

i dont know if #HijaAko is trending in twitter but a lot of people were sharing their thoughts and traumatic experience. i don't have guts to post this on twitter, so. i was 12 and riding alone in a jeepney, when a man sat in front of me. he pulled his shorts down, he held and played his dick in front me. i was wearing my school uniform. i can still remember that moment vividly. i was clueless back then, i didn't even know that it was a dick. but as soon as i saw his eyes looking straight at me, i called the driver told him to drop me off. my heart was beating rapidly when i got off. i can't erase that memory from my mind, i still feel disgusted about it until now. for so long, i didn't tell anyone about it not even my parents because i was terrified that time, and so sick to remember that traumatic experience.

8 years later, hindi pa rin mawala sa isip ko 'yon. see how traumatic this experience can be? kaya tigil nyo na 'yang victim blaming, sobrang fucked up ng utak nyo. sinisisi nyo ang mga biktima sa isang kasalanan o pangyayari na hindi naman nila ginusto, mga ulol.

[hooned]

hi! i am from the philippines too! i'm thinking you're talking about the #hijaako trend this week. i feel the same :(( our country is so misogynistic and racist as well.

hi hi, love!! 💖 and yes i am talking about that movement.

trigger warning // rape.

here are some context about the trend: so basically, a local police station (yea i know right?) posted "tips" on social media how one could "avoid" getting r*ped. and all it consists of is just things that women should do and should not do. like, don't drink with your dates, don't walk alone in the dark, and the classic don't wear short dresses or revealing clothes. like it's //our// fault we get abused.

fucked up right??

okay so now, kakie pangilinan, a public figure here in my country, spoke about it, calling the cops out on twitter saying: "STOP TEACHING GIRLS HOW TO DRESS?? TEACH PEOPLE NOT TO RAPE." (yes!!!) and then!! this self entitled grown ass man, raffy tulfo (he's ugh. if you're from the philippines you know how trash this man is) replied to her saying:

!!!!!!! it's always been known here in my country that if you are younger, the odds are you are never right and those "older" people should correct you and you as the younger one need to obey. this man right here tried invalidating this young woman's points by calling her "hija", which is something that older people call younger people here, and ultimately agreeing that it is indeed the women's duty to "prevent" themselves from being taken advantage of.

so started the #HijaAko (i am hija) wherein people from all over the country share their experiences and proving that it is never the victim's fault that they are abused. r*pe exists because of r*pists and nothing else. idk what kind of reasoning will justify these people's actions of blaming victims?? but it has to stop.