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    When I was seventeen and preparing to leave for university, my mother’s only brother saw fit to give me some advice.
    “Just don’t be an idiot, kid,” he told me, “and don’t ever forget that boys and girls can never just be friends.”
    I laughed and answered, “I’m not too worried. And I don’t really think all guys are like that.”

    When I was eighteen and the third annual advent of the common cold was rolling through residence like a pestilent fog, a friend texted me asking if there was anything he could do to help.
    I told him that if he could bring me up some vitamin water that would be great, if it wasn’t too much trouble.
    That semester I learned that human skin cells replace themselves every three to five weeks. I hoped that in a month, maybe I’d stop feeling the echoes of his touch; maybe my new skin would feel cleaner.
    It didn’t. But I stood by what I said. Not all guys are like that.

    When I was nineteen and my roommate decided the only way to celebrate the end of midterms was to get wasted at a club, I humoured her.
    Four drinks, countless leers and five hands up my skirt later, I informed her I was ready to leave.
    “I get why you’re upset,” she told me on the walk home, “but you have to tolerate that sort of thing if you want to have any fun. And really, not all guys are like that.”

    (Age nineteen also saw me propositioned for casual sex by no fewer than three different male friends, and while I still believe that guys and girls can indeed be just friends, I was beginning to see my uncle’s point.)

    When I was twenty and a stranger that started chatting to me in my usual cafe asked if he could walk with me (since we were going the same way and all), I accepted.
    Before we’d even made it three blocks he was pulling me into an alleyway and trying to put his hands up my shirt. “You were staring,” he laughed when I asked what the fuck he was doing (I wasn’t), “I’m just taking pity.”
    But not all guys are like that.

    I am twenty one and a few days ago a friend and I were walking down the street. A car drove by with the windows down, and a young man stuck his head out and whistled as they passed. I ignored it, carrying on with the conversation.
    My friend did not. “Did you know those people?” He asked.
    “Not at all,” I answered.
    Later when we sat down to eat he got this thoughtful look on his face. When I asked what was wrong he said, “You know not all guys do that kind of thing, right? We’re not all like that.”
    As if he were imparting some great profound truth I’d never realized before. My entire life has been turned around, because now I’ve been enlightened: not all guys are like that.

    No. Not all guys are. But enough are. Enough that I am uncomfortable when a man sits next to me on the bus. Enough that I will cross to the other side of the street if I see a pack of guys coming my way. Enough that even fleeting eye contact with a male stranger makes my insides crawl with unease. Enough that I cannot feel safe alone in a room with some of my male friends, even ones I’ve known for years. Enough that when I go out past dark for chips or milk or toilet paper, I carry a knife, I wear a coat that obscures my figure, I mimic a man’s gait. Enough that three years later I keep the story of that day to myself, when the only thing that saved me from being raped was a right hook to the jaw and a threat to scream in a crowded dorm, because I know what the response will be.

    I live my life with the everburning anxiety that someone is going to put their hands on me regardless of my feelings on the matter, and I’m not going to be able to stop them. I live with the knowledge that statistically one in three women have experienced a sexual assault, but even a number like that can’t be trusted when we are harassed into silence. I live with the learned instinct, the ingrained compulsion to keep my mouth shut to jeers and catcalls, to swallow my anger at lewd suggestions and crude gestures, to put up my walls against insults and threats. I live in an environment that necessitates armouring myself against it just to get through a day peacefully, and I now view that as normal. I have adapted to extreme circumstances and am told to treat it as baseline. I carry this fear close to my heart, rooted into my bones, and I do so to keep myself unharmed.

    So you can tell me that not all guys are like that, and you’d even be right, but that isn’t the issue anymore. My problem is not that I’m unaware of the fact that some guys are perfectly civil, decent, kind—my problem is simply this:

    In a world where this cynical overcaution is the only thing that ensures my safety, I’m no longer willing to take the risk.


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    Holy shit, this

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    This is so powerful

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    I always feel mean being extra cautious of guys but really you have to be. x

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    A women’s world. It’s real life, and it’s so nice to hear a women say this because it’s something we ALL go through. It hurts my heart that we go through this every.single.day.

    Thanks for sharing your thoughts and feelings.

    (Source: elferinge, via akabi)

  2. Last week with the wifey 😪

    I’m going to miss you @mahla1 but I’m excited for you to take on this new adventure in life and fulfill your passion. I’m so proud of everything you’ve done and you’ve left some pretty big shoes to fill. I’ll miss you but know I’ll see you, wherever we are in life. #soulsisters #oldestfriend #lovelife x 👯💕✨

  3. Late nights and foggy lights

    Photo by Basia

  4. Ain’t that the truth! Keep positive and inspiring people in your life. I have no tolerance for negativity anymore, I don’t want it, I don’t need it. #Fuckyourbadvibes #staytruthful #staypeaceful #stayhumble 🙏🙏


  5. So much respect when people credit my work


  6. "Stay true to yourself and life will be good to you."
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    This is Louella Deville from Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. She is a truly amazing model that I prefer as a redhead. You can find more of her beauty on her Model Mayhem and Tumblr.

  11. The Roosevelt, Hollywood
    Photo by @basia_asiab X @lalothegiant

  12. My #WCW is this amazing girl @basia_asiab
    Not only is she my soul sister and mini me 👯, but she is the dopest photographer I’ve worked with. I can’t wait till I live in LA and run a muck with you. Love you boo xxx ❤️

  13. Work hard, play hard 💃✨

  14. Me and Sesame 😍❤️

  15. Nicest thing anyone has ever said about myself and my work. 😌THANK you so much DJ Red Viking, what a wonderful and inspiring Q&A.

    I’m so grateful for all my friends, family, fans & supporters. Love you guys 🙏
    You keep me going, keep me striving, and keep me grounded to being who I am and what I do, and being proud if that. ❤️💘💃💋
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    Link in my bio.