Rape Culture: A Survivor’s Story


Rape Culture: A Survivor’s Story | this is a true story. Please read with caution.

TRIGGER WARNING: This article consists of strong language and thematic elements and scenarios (including rape/date rape) that may not be suitable for all readers. Please read with caution. This is a true account. In order to protect the safety of the writer, names and other identifying information have been changed. Thank you.

As soon as he finished, I ran into the bathroom while he got…

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I will always stand up for you.
But sometimes when I keep my mouth shut, it’s because I want you to stand up for yourself.

I used to be so grossly self-righteous.
Keep humbling me God, keep making me more like You.

This is a spoken word piece I wrote concerning a topic that burns in my heart on a daily basis. It breaks my heart to think that the objectification of women has become a norm in male activity. That so much of our conversations, thoughts, and actions is comprised of disrespecting women. Is this what our culture has become? 
I, for one, am going to speak against it.
And my vision, my goal, is to see generations of men rising up and redefining what it means to “man up”. Society has influenced us to believe that being a man means something along the lines of getting muscular, belittling women, and being “tough”, but I firmly believe that that is not true. Being a man has nothing to do with how physically strong you are or how much you can lift. It means respecting women and treating them as equals, loving on them even MORE because they have been the oppressed party for too long.

Even in the church, everything I’ve seen has been so twisted.
Why do we put such a big emphasis on girl’s clothing, rather than where men put their eyes?
Don’t get me wrong, I am not overtly against dressing modestly. But when my sisters are coming to me, feeling like their closet is a prison because they don’t want to “stumble” the men.. that makes me sick.
Let’s take the burden into our own hands for once, men.
Let’s man up.

Please take a listen.
Let’s start a revolution together.
If you agree with my words, please like, reblog, and spread.
God bless.


The X-men comics were literally a metaphor for racism and xenophobia. This is meaningful because it is meant to be powerful and an accessible metaphor for nearly anyone who has ever felt maligned for reasons beyond their control.

Late night thoughts, reminders, and notes to self.
- Each relationship ended for a reason Dan. Keep reassuring yourself and don’t hold regret.
- You’ve changed Dan. Looking back on responses/spiritual advice from even just a year back, it’s all cringe-worthy. But you’ve grown in grace, patience, compassion. You are growing. 
- Love, when it’s hard. Love, when you’re hurting. Love, when you feel pathetic. Love, when you face rejection. Love, when you are spit on. Love, even when the world tells you to stop. Love, because Jesus.
- Think carefully before you speak. 
- Surround yourself with the right people.
- Believe in humans. Don’t lose hope in them. People are so quick to give up on others. The crazies, the psychos, the misfits, the ones trapped within their own minds. Believe in them just as God believed in you. Nobody is too far from grace. Invest into those whom people have chosen to reject.
- You don’t need the spotlight. God sees what you are doing behind closed doors, and He honors that. If you really want to be humble Dan, learn to serve others, lifting them up before yourself. Learn to treasure prayer and praise by yourself, at the foot of your bed, rather than on the stage or in the pews with people around.
- Don’t stop the empathy. If the tears come, let them come. You may hate who you are at times, Dan, but continue to embrace it. As a good sister said, "In a world that’s grown to be so cold, frozen honestly, it’s people like you who are actually able to spread warmth to people’s hearts. Even if it’s just one person at a time. You call that pathetic? No. I call that courage. I call that bravery."
Wake up, breathe in, breathe out. Choose life. Every single day.

This week is yours, God.



Disunity in the Church doesn’t cut the heart nowadays.
Imagine this.
- - -
You’re on the frontlines of battle. You slide your sword from the sheath, as the enemy lines press on toward you.
You look to your right. Allies.
You look to your left. Allies.
Good to go.
The war rages. You fight…

A post from a year ago, during a dark time in the church.
Still hits home.

I believe in you.