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October 1, 2012
The Virgin and The Whore by =LadyofGaerdon - a dichotomy that defines the lives of too many young people. Subject matter discusses rape and may be sensitive for some readers.
Featured by neurotype-on-discord
Literature
Daddy, Daddy.
Daddy, daddy! Come play with me.
I'll be the princess filled with glee.
You'll be the king, you'll reign over the sea.
Daddy, daddy, come play with me!
Daddy, daddy! Let's play a game
I'll grow up and like magic, i'll change
Into somebody so odd and so strange
Daddy, Daddy. Let's play a game.
Dad, hey dad! Let's do something fun.
I'll pull the trigger of this heavy gun
After I've given you some time to run
Dad, hey dad, let's have some fun.
Dad, come on now, can't you see?
This knife in your back and this bullet in your knee
It's who I've become, who I've grown to be.
Daddy, come on...
Come play with me.
Literature
Sex Object
Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
walk away.
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
life with?
Her hips curve, and she doesnt
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run his
Literature
Wait (My Virgin)
Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
When did purity become a dirty word?
There is more than one way to stimulate
And commitment is indeed a verb
The pressure he will put upon you
Or the pressure you will put onto him
Is equal and opposite to the regret
And the feeling that you have sinned
Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
When did purity become a dirty word?
Physically able to copulate
But think about the consequences first
The pressure they will put upon you
To lose your innocence as quickly as them
All because they regret their actions
And want you to follow their trend
Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
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Dear God I'm actually posting this. I knew it was going to be difficult to write, but I didn't think it was going to be this difficult.
Written for the Transgressions: Vices and Virtues contest.
I know the contest said not to write about sex, but rape is not about sex. It is about power. And the decision between virgin and whore is not about sex either - it is about core identity and a dichotomy that has subjugated women for centuries. This story is about my choice between being the virgin or the whore. Traditionally, chaste women were the pinnacle of virtue, and consorting with any other kind of woman was considered a vice. Today's culture still seeks to pigeonhole women into one category or the other, rather than accepting us as more than just a flimsy archetype.
But this story is about more than that too. Is forgiveness virtuous? To forgive someone for wronging you, and in doing so perhaps allow that person to wrong someone else in a similar fashion, is that still virtuous? Is lying still a vice if it is the only way to preserve your sanity? Is telling the truth the more virtuous choice, if you know it will bring you scorn and brand you a liar?
Can a woman be expected to maintain the roll of virtuous chastity while also fulfilling the traditional roll of a submissive woman? Especially in today's climate? Is submitting your will to that of someone you care for virtuous or simply weak? Is giving into this weakness a vice?
This is a deeply personal piece, but I am posting it to start a dialog, so please don't be afraid to comment. I won't be mad. I think these are very important questions, and I thank for hosting this contest so that I could get this story down and present these questions. Now if you haven't already, go and check out all the other lovely entries and submit one yourself! This is my favorite dA contest!
I chose this skin and the tone of the piece (lots of italicized words, ellipses, abbreviations, slang) to reinforce the youth and environment of the protagonist. Imagine it as a note she (I) passed you to read in class.
Submitted to the prompt: Dark Truths vs. White Lies
Thanks for reading.
EDIT OMG A DD!? Thank you so much ^neurotype! Your immense awesomeness does not go unappreciated! I just hope this piece helps those who read it in some way - either by helping foster understanding, or helping young girls to know they aren't alone and they don't have to suffer in silence.
I hope this doesn't sound boastful, but...I'd really like more people to read this, so I'm looking into trying to publish it in some sort of teen-centric publication. Trouble is, I can't find one. So if anyone knows of one or has any ideas, I'd love to hear them.
Thanks so much to those who take the time to read this. I enthusiastically welcome comments (even deep, long ones - they're my favorites), and though I do tend to be slow at answering them, I read them straightaway and cherish them. I will eventually reply, promise.
THANK YOU SO MUCH!
Written for the Transgressions: Vices and Virtues contest.
I know the contest said not to write about sex, but rape is not about sex. It is about power. And the decision between virgin and whore is not about sex either - it is about core identity and a dichotomy that has subjugated women for centuries. This story is about my choice between being the virgin or the whore. Traditionally, chaste women were the pinnacle of virtue, and consorting with any other kind of woman was considered a vice. Today's culture still seeks to pigeonhole women into one category or the other, rather than accepting us as more than just a flimsy archetype.
But this story is about more than that too. Is forgiveness virtuous? To forgive someone for wronging you, and in doing so perhaps allow that person to wrong someone else in a similar fashion, is that still virtuous? Is lying still a vice if it is the only way to preserve your sanity? Is telling the truth the more virtuous choice, if you know it will bring you scorn and brand you a liar?
Can a woman be expected to maintain the roll of virtuous chastity while also fulfilling the traditional roll of a submissive woman? Especially in today's climate? Is submitting your will to that of someone you care for virtuous or simply weak? Is giving into this weakness a vice?
This is a deeply personal piece, but I am posting it to start a dialog, so please don't be afraid to comment. I won't be mad. I think these are very important questions, and I thank for hosting this contest so that I could get this story down and present these questions. Now if you haven't already, go and check out all the other lovely entries and submit one yourself! This is my favorite dA contest!
I chose this skin and the tone of the piece (lots of italicized words, ellipses, abbreviations, slang) to reinforce the youth and environment of the protagonist. Imagine it as a note she (I) passed you to read in class.
Submitted to the prompt: Dark Truths vs. White Lies
Thanks for reading.
EDIT OMG A DD!? Thank you so much ^neurotype! Your immense awesomeness does not go unappreciated! I just hope this piece helps those who read it in some way - either by helping foster understanding, or helping young girls to know they aren't alone and they don't have to suffer in silence.
I hope this doesn't sound boastful, but...I'd really like more people to read this, so I'm looking into trying to publish it in some sort of teen-centric publication. Trouble is, I can't find one. So if anyone knows of one or has any ideas, I'd love to hear them.
Thanks so much to those who take the time to read this. I enthusiastically welcome comments (even deep, long ones - they're my favorites), and though I do tend to be slow at answering them, I read them straightaway and cherish them. I will eventually reply, promise.
THANK YOU SO MUCH!
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My mom was raped once, and she only talked about it once to teach me a lesson in consent. When I was younger, someone tried raping me, and seeing this, I finally understand how hard it must have been for my mom and what could have happened to me. This is truly a sad story and I'm sorry that you had to go through this.
Best wishes,
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