I stopped describing myself as a feminist a long time ago.
I was a teenager, I reckon, or at the very most early twenties. This was, what, 1994? I looked around at the world and I said to myself "Yep, I'm not gonna call myself a feminist anymore. What I'm going to do instead is treat people how they should be treated. Treat everyone equally. I'm going to live as though equality has been achieved, because hey, that's what gonna happen. It's inevitable. In fact, it's almost here. We have six years left until the twenty-first century, for God's sake. Equality is a stone's throw away."
And that's what I thought.
We had come so far as a culture, as a world, and I could only see this continuing. I could only see gender equality in our future. I could only see a world where racism and homophobia had staggered off into the corner to die a quick, indifferent death. I could only see a world increasingly populated by young people with young ideas, with young attitudes. No more bigotry. No more extremism. The future was open and free, and it was a beautiful place to live.
In many ways, I was hopelessly naive. In other ways, I wasn't. I was practical. I was logical. This was the future.
But then the future changed.
I don't understand the world anymore. I don't understand why it is the way it is. So many countries and continents seem intent on going backwards. Anti-gay laws abound in Africa. America's red states are spreading, blissfully ignoring the achievements of one of their most successful presidents. Extremism is rampant throughout the world. People are scared. Nationalism is rising. Conservatism is taking over. Our politicians are actively lying to us and our police forces, who are meant to protect us, the people, have become an army of corporate thugs.
And gender equality? What the hell has happened there?
It's as if the tide has gone back out, and it's washed away all the promise and potential that I thought we had achieved. I think we had achieved it, mostly, but the problem was that it hadn't been secured, it hadn't been nailed down, and it didn't take much for that tide to take it all away from us.
There are words I never wanted to use in this blog. Chief amongst them is rape. So I do apologise to my younger readers here, I sincerely do. But rape culture is spreading. A girl goes out to a nightclub and she is practically guaranteed to be leered at and groped. This behaviour is seen as normal. It's seen as unexceptional. This is something girls steel themselves for because they know it's coming and there's nothing they can do about it.
It's everywhere. It's accepted. A football player imprisoned for rape is allowed to train back at his old club upon his release. He's allowed once again to take his place alongside a team of men that tens of thousands of young lads look up to. What does this say to those young lads who have yet to form their own opinions on what is and what is not acceptable when it comes to girls?
A so-called comedian bases his entire persona around rape culture. A "pick-up guru" tours the world teaching men how to score with women by overpowering them. GamerGate happens. Twitter abuse happens. #NotEveryMan happens. Understanding is shunted off to one side. Sensitivity and empathy are ejected in favour of instant offence and vitriolic reaction. But if they'd listen, if these offended men would just listen, they could maybe understand why women feel threatened. And next time they go to step into an elevator that just has one lone woman inside it, maybe they'll think again, and wait for the next one. Because is a little inconvenience really worth the risk of making another human being worry when you're alone together? Is your pride worth that?
When I was younger, I assumed the world would continue to improve. I was wrong. I assumed I could act as if everything was okay, because everything would eventually be okay. I was wrong there, too.
So, I am once again describing myself as a feminist. It's only a big deal to me, but then it only has to be a big deal to me. It's a personal acknowledgement that if I want to change the world, I have to fight for it.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
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«Oldest ‹Older 2601 – 2800 of 4865 Newer› Newest»Oh well. Stealth is out for a bit. *he clasps his hands together and screams in rage a fizzing ball of energy flies towards the ball*
Run!
*he turns on his heels, looking for an escape route before even checking the ball's response*
Oh well. Stealth is out for a bit. *he clasps his hands together and screams in rage a fizzing ball of energy flies towards the ball*
Run!
*he turns on his heels, looking for an escape route before even checking the ball's response*
Okay. Whats silent in your language?
Annabelle: *stops moving*
Mark: *shakes his head and walks towards Anna*
Annabelle: *tenses up, watching him*
Mark: Shhh...its okay...*starts untangling her*
*Runs down street towards a large glass tower*
Ball: You have decided to *energy hits* ALERT
*Guards appear and chase them*
Thank You mark, we owe you one *smiles* I thank you, as Luna of my pack
Emmarra: Li'urva.
*he follows Ed, becoming grumpy at the lack of alleyways to escape into*
The problem with the architecture here, is that you like nice straight lines! It's impossible for the common fugitive to become anonymous! *spins and slams his boot into the face of guard who gets too close, following up with throwing a small energy bolt into the face of another*
Mark: Luna? Wow. Cool. So how'd you meet her.
*nods at Anna, who is growling slightly, eyeing marks hand* *keeps untangling her*
We generally don't encourage fugitives here. *Throws a dagger into the throat of a guard* I might be able to get us some time, hold off the guards *Takes out phone and dials*
She's a friend... Belle has recently been bitten...
I have many friends in Blogland
How do you say tempest?
Emmarra: Vin'yla.
Mark: lucky. We have to hang with the pack when we're bitten, no wandering allowed. *fully untangles Anna* okay...we need to lift her out...I could climb out and try grab her if you stretch her up towards me? I'd advise typing her paws together though...
Annabelle: *growls*
Excellent!! Where shall we go?-Zaf
Shhh Belle... How do you suggest we do that?
*Trip claps his hands and a bubble of energy suddenly appears around the two of them, lifting them up into the air and away from their pursuers*
*a bead of sweat runs down Trip's forehead and he takes a deep breath before speaking* What's with the police state here, anyway?
Li'urva Vin'yla...
Mark: um...*looks at his shirt* we could rip this?
Annabelle: *growls louder*
*Hangs up phone* We have a safe house, the other side of town. Currently, the most wanted criminal in the history of this planet has just appeared so there might be a few police
Okay, if you don't mind *smiles*
Shush Belle otherwise I'll take bow we away from you!
Emmarra: Yes, I suppose so...
Yes, but immediately, as if from thin air? And identification orbs?
I don't know about you but that sounds like a police state to me.
*beiber not bow
That sounds pretty.
Mark: *rips the bottom of his shirt, tearing off two long strips*
Annabelle: *growls louder still and tries to get up*
This is my home, your world seems too relaxed for me. The orbs keep order and the guards only appear when there is trouble *They appear in a small building in the distance* We will be safe here for a while
Belle, we are helping you
Can I have one piece please?
Emmarra: It does? *frowns a little* How old are you?
*he waits a moment, and breathes in, comforted by the return of his energy*
Still a police state, whether you think it necessary or not.
Old..
Mark: *passes her a piece*
Annabelle: *snaps at Mark, yelping when she puts pressure on her broken paw*
If you insist, now this *a hologram of the glass spire appears* Is the target. We need the top floor, heavily guarded by your very nightmares. How do you think we enter?
Stop Belle!
*goes over and bounds her two back paws*
Emmarra: How old is old?
One hundred and thirty three. Nearly one hundred and thirty four..
Annabelle: *whimpers and snaps at flick*
Mark: *gently binds her front paws securely*
I do not have worst nightmares. It has been a major advantage of mine in my adventuring days that my only fear is to cease to be myself.
When I see my worst nightmare, I see nothing.
*growls at Belle* grow a pair will you?
*stands up*
*to Mark* are we ready?
What do you care about most in the world? Now, how would you enter *hologram spins*
Emmarra: ... I'm... closer to three hundred... And I'm one of the youngest I know...
When I see some illusion killing my daughter, it is still only an illusion.
I would walk past my worst nightmare, and take the data I want.
Oh...sorry if i insulted you.
Mark: let me just climb out.
*walks to the wall and scales the seemingly smooth surface easily*
Annabelle: *lays still, whining slightly*
Very well, but if they had your real daughter?
Okay, tell me when your ready
*to belle* mark is going to help you bach
Emmarra: You didn't... It's fine... I should probably start making a bed for myself... *points at the tree*
My daughter is guarded by my adopted daughter. I sincerely doubt that is my daughter.
Need any help with that?
Mark: *dusts himself off* ready.
Annabelle: *huffs and growls at Flick*
Ok, just remember. Follow my orders. We are going to walk in he front door
*is here* -Zaf
Emmarra: You couldn't do anything... I don't think. *her palm starts glowing green* *runs her hand over the trunk of the tree, a branch in one of the higher sections becoming flatter and wider*
*growls at belle* you're phone is soooo going to get it
*gently lifts her* here we go! *starts raising her*
Firstly, I only follow my orders, all else is me being courteous.
Second of all, no we don't. We can fly. We avoid the guards and other contraptions, and get in on the floor with all the stuff we want to steal.
Is there a device we can procure for invisibility?
*watches, amazed*
Annabelle: *kicks and growls, snapping at Flick*
Mark: *strains, trying to reach her, laid down, hanging head first into the pit*
Annabelle: *growls at him*
*laughs* A device we can procure? The council keeps them all in the dimension vault. We cant just fly, anti aircraft missiles
Belle, you are in no shape to get out by yourself *growls and lifts her up*
*cough* sounds like you need a stealthy way to get places.
*chuckles*
I don't fear your council's puny missiles.
Does your civilisation had fluid adhesive screens?
Emmarra: *continues to make the branch wider and flatter, before twisting her hand* *one of the branches above that grows towards the flat one, then flourishes leaves in all directions, almost like a blanket*
(Hey Blake how art thou?)
HAHA! *wraps Blake in a bear hug*
Just the man I wanted to see!
All right, we wait for nightfall.
(Hello Blake, care to join us breaking in somewhere?)
Trip, the top floor is a second out of sync with the universe. You have to take the lift
Of course, breaking into places at night is no problem for someone who can literally move through shadows.
(*calmly walks over and jumps into my hidey hole* I'm still here if I'm needed, just give me a call)
Wow...that's cool.
Mark: *reaches Annabelle and wraps his arms around her, curling upwards and taking her with him*
*puts her down when at the top* need help up as well?
Annabelle: *whimpers, chewing at the shirt around her front paws*
Your whole world only half exists, Ed, I'm afraid to tell you, but those of us who exist one hundred percent won't care for that marginal difference. You can take the lift, but we'll just fly on in.
(Rhossssss! Do you care to rp?)
Blake, can you get us into the lobby?
I can get you just about anywhere, but if the lobby works that's fine.
We can all literally move through the shadows, Blake, you just do it with a little more finesse.
Trip, you want to be ripped apart atom by atom. I built the security myself, thousands of years ago
Nah, I can get up *scales the walls*
*is slower due to the injuries on her paws*
Emmarra: ... Where else am I supposed to sleep? That's what we did where I come from... We don't have houses. We have trees. One per family... We manipulate them into what we want to use them for...
The lobby will be fine. I will need to bring the floor back into sync to enter
(sure, if you want to *nods* )
That's really cool.
Mark: *smiles* okay. Need help wi-
*loud howls can be heard nearby and mark visibly flinches* ah...I better go. They noticed...
Annabelle: *chews through the rest of the shirt on her front paws*
Before you knew of the existence of the Ministry of Time, the Ordo Chronos and all the rest.
But fine, if you're adamant to go in on the ground floor, fine.
*frowns* will you be okay?
*unties Belle* happy?
Tip, trust me. You get close and you will be dead and your daughter will be saying hello to your screams
Emmarra: It... isn't really that impressive... Would you like a bed in the tree?
Mark: yeah...probably...
Annabelle: *stands and shakes herself off, yipping slightly*
Honestly, I think that we should be able to go in from the top if we left you behind, but fine. The ground floor sounds more fun anyway.
*tilts head* do you want me to come and clear your name?
It is impressive...i thought you said families share trees?
*As Mr. Castalan and Mr. Fletcher discuss good-old-fashioned burglary, a small gateway flashes into existence mid-air, between them.*
*A familiar hatted head pops out of it, blinking blearily.*
...
Lovely. I, yet again, have absolutely no idea where I am.
What exactly are we breaking into? It must be rather important if it has all this security.
You don't believe me watch *they appear near the top of the spire which isn't fully there* Go on, try it. You die, then it's not my loss
(Hey Sir! How art thou?)
*Puts an arm around Sir's shoulders*
Honestly, one would think you'd be able to recognize Blogland by now.
Mark: I'm...that's not a good idea. It'll be fine....see you around, hopefully. *runs off*
Annabelle: *whimpers*
*Sir and Blake are also there in the air* Hello Sir. Blake, this is my home worlds council building
Hello, Sir!
Presumably you have some kind of dimensional door style ability? We can use that!
Okay... *to Belle* shall we follow? We must get you fixed and his pack may be able to help
(Wbd for 30 more minutes. Is anyone expecting to still be here by that point?)
(I should still be here)
(I will be)
Greetings, Ms. Flame.
Mr. Soul, with all due respect, my shoulders currently do not exist, and I am fairly certain that we are not, in fact, in Blogland.
*A second gateway opens, filing the air with a mosquito-esque, buzzing scream, and an arm pops through, giving Mr. Castalan a gracious wave.*
Greetings.
*For a split second, confusion flickers across his face, but it soon returns to the proper mask it always is.*
Lovely. Unfortunately, I still have no idea where that is.
(same)
Annabelle: *growls*
(Me, probably.)
Right, everyone ready?
Well hey, I don't have a clue where we are either so I assumed we were in the place we usually are, which is Blogland.
*sighs* I'm not aware of our location and you need help.
Forget it... Let's just find our way back *starts jogging*
Given that I have no idea what this gathering has convened to accomplish, I suppose that I am as prepared as I shall ever be.
(We are on my home world, not earth)
Well, we should probably wait for night time.
Annabelle: *limps after her, whimpering*
I will, Tia. Its only gonna be 5:30pm by me.-Zaf
Wonderful! A team of four esteemed gentlemen breaking into a high-security dimensional vault.
Somebody grab a camera and make a movie out of this.
Good. Why wait till night? *Grins* Takes the fun out of it. Blake, the lobby please
Emmarra: I didn't mean it in that way... I meant more 'please don't leave me alone'...
*turns* what's that? Can't keep up? Well then, maybe we should ask for help
*grabs a camera*
(*turns the telly on and starts watching the news* (i left one in my underground cave network which started as a hidey hole) )
Sure. I wouldn't mind.
Annabelle: *growls and stops whimpering as much, limping past her*
*The head and arm promptly vanish from sight, and the two minor gateways screech shut.*
*Several seconds later, the gentleman in question tumbles out of a much larger gateway.*
*Elegantly.*
*Gracefully.*
*Most likely with a broken nose.*
*But, the roll WAS rather impressive.*
My pleasure.
*He places a hand on Ed and Trip, leaving his arm over Sir's neck (since his shoulders are apparently not there) and they slowly sink into their own shadows*
*A few moments later, after a short journey through a pitch-black and soundless void, they melt out of a shaded wall in the lobby of the building they were previously at the top of*
Ta-da, I'll be around for autographs afterwards.
(*appears in cave behind rhos* boo!)
Emmarra: *places her hand against the tree again, a second branch becoming flatter and wider* ... Are you sure?
Thank you Mr Soul. Now, If I remember correctly the lift is to the left. The guards training area is to the right. Or maybe its the other way round.
*lifts up Belle* stubborn mutt
Let's go *goes in the direction mark went *
I say we split up, if the team I am not in happens to find themselves in the guard's training area please make sure to call me.
Sure. Beats being alone.
Annabelle: *whimpers and wriggles, kicking out, growling*
*starts jerking and yelps*
Ok, Blake you take the right. Trip, you take the left. I have a call *takes out phone and dials*
Get over yourself *starts running *
I say we blow a hole through the ceiling. It'll be faster.
Remember Trip, if you get into a good fight don't even think about leaving me out.
*Strolls off to the right, hands in his pockets, humming a merry little tune*
(Which direction holds what?)
(Legis! How art thou?)
*The gentleman in question unsteadily rises to his feet, pressing a handkerchief to his nose.*
Now, now, Mr. Impalpable. Blowing a hole in the ceiling, before you have retrieved the lusted-after items, is a major heisting social faux pas.
Random comment of kindness:
SILENTE IS AN AWESOME PERSON BYEEEEEEE!!!
(Back in 25)
Hello! What's going on?
Annabelle: *her shoulders starts blurring, fur receding*
(Hello Leg)
(The right is the guards, the left is the prison)
*raises a hand*
I agree with Mr. Impalpable.
*Calls back to Legis*
I don't think we can blow stuff up until after we have what we came for.
(Inky and annabelle are in need of help ^.^)
Emmarra: At least if you want to kill me in my sleep, I won't mind... *a blanket of leaves flourishes above the second branch* Do vampires sleep?
I find myself in accordance with Mr. Soul.
*Talking on phone* They moved the lift? The other door. Ok. *Hangs up* Damn
We can. Its...nice, to sleep
No blowing stuff up, yet
What exactly are we stealing?
*Opens a rather official-looking door and fins himself in a room full of guards going through various exercises, all of which stop after a few moments of him standing there*
Afternoon, gentlemen. I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the latrine? Also if you could all stay in here and not check on any sort of surveillance equipment for maybe an hour or so, that would be lovely.
(I ded to heists)
(Hear hear!)
(Thank you Ed, that was beautiful)
(Hear hear, Edward!)
Emmarra: Okay... Do you get tired?
(Data Matex)
*The guards look at Blake and grab weapons*
*Runs down corridor to Blake* They moved the lift
(All heists are good)
*eyes widen* y your changing now? *puts her down gently*
Not especially.
Annabelle: *throws back her head and howls, fur receding, bones shifting*
It's okay.... Just let it do it's thing
*looks around and shakes hands with everyone*
There are so many of us here, this is fabulous.
Okay, so, no blowing stuff up until after we get the data.
*After several minutes of milling about, the gentleman in question decides to take a look at the prison.*
*He pushes open the double doors, with no small amount of flair, and...*
*Finds himself looking down the barrels of several rifles.*
Ah. It appears that... They DID check the surveillance cameras.
*He slams the doors shut, flinging himself to one side shortly before a barrage of bullets scream their way through the door.*
*He shoots a searching glance down the hallway.*
Oh, de-
*That was about when a guard kicked the door open, right in his face.*
Emmarra: So asking if you are tired would be a waste of breath?
I didn't plan on joining you anyways. Go on ahead, I'll make sure these fine men have bigger problems to worry about...
*An almost sadistic grin spreads across his face as the shadows of the room deepen and come alive, writhing along the walls and creating contours in the floor*
The plan, get to the lift. Break into the top floor. Download the data. Run
(hear hear, *claps* i fully agree *has played too much payday 2*)
(*jumps and throughs popcorn everywhere* *turns around* hello Chloe *frowns*)
Ok? Sir, run to the lift. Mr Soul is staying
*A guard fires a taser at Blake*
*pats Ed on the shoulder*
Ans where exactly is the lift? Because I suggest we move, quickly.
(*forwns* why are you frowning?)
Sorry I poofed.
Hello Legislation, I don't believe we've met. I'm Trip, here have this. *hands a bottle of Blogland 2023*
Now, where was I?
---
*travels in his ordained direction, drawing his sword and letting energy flow into the crystal of it's blade*
I can make myself tired. *let's her sigils fade into view* if i keep these visible.
Annabelle: *the howls turn to screams, and then the screams fade leaving her laid on the ground with a broken arm and numerous lacerations*
The lift is here Matex *They appear at the lift* Everybody in
Welcome back Trip.
Belle... How do you feel? *kneels down*
Let's go *picks her up and heads for Mark*
(because i spilt my popcorn, why are you frowning?)
*A shadow moves in the way of the taser*
Tut tut, that was rude.
*the floor suddenly rises with alarming speed, smashing all sorts of exercise equipment, people, and video monitors into the ceiling*
*dashes around the corner, a taser trail narrowly missing his head*
Your plans suck Ed! *disappeears around another corner, and about a second after a guard comes around the corner. His eyes widen and he runs off before any harm can be done to him*
Fabulous.
*steps into the lift*
*dons a stunning black fedora*
*the perfect hat-wear for a heist*
Annabelle: *breathing heavy* like I just got hit by a tr-
Wait where are we going??
Because you are frowning )
Emmarra: That is pretty... So could we go to sleep?
(I will be back soon.)
*a moment later Trip returns, and stands in the lift, straightening his jacket. He says nothing*
We are going to find Marks pack... How much do you remember?
(Blake, you can control the guards if you want)
Sorry Trip, you are too slow *Door closes leaving Trip for the guards* Matex, ready *Lift shoots up*
Ah, you made it Trip.
(well please stop frowning and take seat, I'm watching the news)
I actually have a pretty swanky heisting kit, which I could be wearing had I been forewarned.
*procures a pair of aviator sun glasses from within the bowels of the fedora*
*perches glasses on his nose as the lift speeds upwards*
Sorry Trip *lift arrives* Now, you lot take the guards. I will get the data *Runs out of lift*
(*smiles* okay
*sits next to you*)
Yes, I did Ed. and if I hadn't I would've used that person!s suggestion and taken the stairs, even if they had been of my own construction.
WHAT HAPPENED TO STEALTH.
(Okay Soph)
Sure.
Annabelle: I..uh...I hurt myself?
(Gladly.)
*As the guards recover something else stands up groggily with them. A shadowy mirror image of each guard in the room springs to life, leaping on to their counter parts and grabbing for vital points. Blake stands back and watches the fun*
*Blake's face appears in the shade of the lift, about eye-level with Ed*
Face: Question, is it okay if Blake kills a few people? Not like he's trying but accidents happen.
*runs after Ed, ignoring the guards altogether*
Oh no, I'm here for data, not bloodshed.
*Guards surround them all*
*Runs to computers in a room all the guards are surrounding the others* *Starts to type*
*ducks into a room before he is spotted*
*sighs* like I thought
You and your wolf are separate entities
*shouts* mark? Where are you?
Trip, you cant see this data. Sorry *Shoots him in the foot*
ED SUCKS AT STEALTH, AND I'M WEARING A BRIGHT RED JACKET! STEALTH WAS NEVER REALLY AN OPTION!
Mark: *pops his head out from behind a tree* Shhh!
*energy catches the bullet and flings it to the sude*
I know, that's why I have to see it.
*goes over to him* what's up *whispers*
She's changed!
*Wall appears between them* You cannot see it *Download to memory stick begins*
*Rises dramatically from the floor in the midst of the guards, calmly eyeing them down*
Your friends on the ground floor weren't worth much, I had hoped people from Ed's world would have had some fight in them. Instead what I got was tasers. I wonder if you're any different..?
I THOUGHT WE WERE A TEAM.
*raises a hand as shadows gather*
*uses black magic to summon all-powerful thunder clouds*
*a loud crack echoes through the corridors*
Rule one, I look after myself and only myself. Blake, they were trainees
Mark: *looks at Annabelle and blushes, looking away* she..um...she's naked.
Annabelle: *glares and blushes*
*In response to his dramatic entrance, a room full of automatic rifles opens fire on him*
*Quickly ducks behind a wall of shadows, muttering about the rudeness of nameless grunts*
*gasps*
*turns around*
Pervert
Now, what's up?
Our team appears to have suffered some loses.
*sighs*
*catches up with Blake, dodging physical assults from nearby guards*
YEAH, ED WAS NEVER VERY GOOD AT THAT EITHER!
*Trip doesn't really care for Ed's wall, as he's already by a data access point. After a couple of seconds of careful and tiring work, he fashions an appropriate data access bus and begins to take anything that looks remotely interesting, including everything they have in Ed*
Too much yelling! You'll wake Loki!-Zaf
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