Thursday, December 6, 2018

White Women Less Likely to Help Sexual Assault Victim If She's Black

You're at a house party off-campus—perhaps you're coming out of the bathroom after finally breaking the seal or you're walking out of the kitchen, drink in hand—and you notice a black woman who looks much more wasted than you do, being led into a bedroom by a relatively sober guy. Being the good feminist you are, you register that the situation looks suspect. What do you do?

According to a new study, white women aren't likely to intervene and help. The study, published in The Psychology Of Women Quarterly, posed a similar scenario to 160 white female undergraduates. The students were randomly assigned whether the intoxicated woman in the story had a "distinctively black name"—LaToya—or an ambiguous name—Laura, as a control.
When asked to report on their intent to intervene and how they viewed the situation and the potential victim, the white undergrads said they would be less likely to help when they perceived the woman who was at risk of being sexually assaulted was black, because they felt "less personal responsibility." Secondarily, they also "perceived that [the black victim] experienced more pleasure in the pre-assault situation" at a slightly higher rate than the control group. (The control group given the scenario with the non-racialized name uniformly perceived the victim to be white.)
"We found that although white students correctly perceived that black women were at risk in a pre-assault situation, they tended not to feel as personally involved in the situation," the researchers at SUNY Geneseo, Jennifer Katz and Christine Merrilees, said in an interview with PsyPost. In other words, "despite their shared status as women, white female bystanders in the current study may have felt that a Black woman's plight was not as personally relevant because race has a more powerful effect than gender on intent to intervene and feelings of responsibility to intervene," they write in the study.

Previous research has found that white people, in general, are less likely to help black victims. A 2008 study on racial bias in helping behavior troublingly found that "as [a situation's] level of emergency increased, the speed and quality of help white participants offered to black victims relative to white victims decreased." When the victim was black, the white participants also viewed the situation as less severe.
"Within US society generally, we have long debated whether people of different racial and ethnic identities who are in vulnerable situations deserve protection and support. Within the social science literature, some types of people are perceived as more vulnerable and deserving of protection than others," the researchers told PsyPost.
Katz and Merrilees said they wanted to conduct a study on racial bias in bystander intervention because college campuses teach it as the primary method of rape and sexual assault prevention. At schools where the majority of the student body is white, the results of their study could indicate that this tactic doesn't account for the safety of women of color. "Our main conclusion is that it is vital for educators to explicitly address the role of race and ethnicity in bystander intervention because a failure to do so disadvantages students of color on predominantly white campuses," they said.

Saturday, November 24, 2018

The other F-Word


Gay men have complicated relationships with the word “faggot.” While we’re at a moment in time where lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people are slowly gaining rights and visibility, that doesn’t mean the stigma surrounding gay identity has dissipated. And, for some, the words that have historically been used to inflict pain on our community still hold a lot of power.
Some find power in taking back or reclaiming words — like “queer.” We use the word queer because we find it the best way to describe the vast spectrum of experiences and identities that receive visibility in our section — and because we think the word is the most inclusive.
However, the word “faggot” still inspires a mixed response among gay men, and that response is often due to context and intent.
Cut Video brought 30 gay men together for a word association exercise and asked them to respond to the word “faggot.” Predictably, their responses were mixed and often times emotional.
“[It’s] the last sort of acceptable kind of dirty word that people still say in public a lot,” one middle-aged gay man says. “Not even if you’re apparently gay but I guess if you’re just suspected to be gay, it’s very common. So I look at it as a very abusive, vocal assault.”

I will fight you


This is going to be a shock for many of you but, as much as it pains me to tell you, the unthinkable happened: Donald Trump lied. No one saw that coming. During his campaign he assured the LGBT community that he would fight for them but now that he is in office he seems to rather fight them. Trump’s administration this week rescinded federal guidelines put in place last year by Obama to protect transgender students at school – including when it comes to using the bathroom. Supposedly out of fear that trans kids are just pretending to be transgender so they grab other kids by the genitals–something that literally never happened, not even once. But you know who grabbed other people down there without their consent? Yup…

YouTube just got a Queer Filter


Queer content creators have accused YouTube of hiding their videos with a new “restricted mode”. The video sharing site introduced the feature to automatically filter out “offensive content”.
According to Google, the company uses “community flagging, age-restriction, and other signals to identify and filter out potentially inappropriate content”.
Rowan Ellis is one of many LGBT creators who have criticised YouTube for the feature, arguing that it means their content is being blocked. Ellis made a video hitting out at YouTube, and when restricted mode is turned on the video is hidden. She said that move by YouTube implies a “bias” because it “equates LGBT with ‘not family friendly’.”
 NeonFiona, another LGBT creator posted screen shots of her channel without the mode, and with the mode. Videos with the words gay, lesbian and bisexual were all hidden from her channel with the mode switched on. Trans YouTuber SeaineLove also found her videos were hidden with the feature. She considers the videos that were hidden to be “pretty G rated”.
The YouTubers who are finding that their content is being censored have expressed that they’re not worried about the effect on the ratings, but the effect on young people seeking out their own LGBT education. Seaine said she wanted young LGBT identifying people to “be able to watch my videos and go ‘Hey, I feel the same way! That’s how I am too!”
NeonFiona added: “Kids who want to know about different orientations and definitions and about the history of LGBT people, etc, they can’t access that when their videos are being restricted. Restricting these videos makes it harder for these kids to find information they need and the community that they’ve been missing.”
A spokesperson for Google said: “Restricted Mode is an optional feature used by a very small subset of users who want to have a more limited YouTube experience. Some videos that cover subjects like health, politics and sexuality may not appear for users and institutions that choose to use this feature.”
YouTube has always claimed to be queer friendly. But it’s making it seem that all videos that talk about someone’s sexual, romantic or gender identity – aren’t appropriate, even when they don’t show it in a sexual way.

Friday, December 6, 2013

"Don't Tell Your Mommy, This Is Our Little Secret"

I met K at swim lessons when I was 7 and she was 6. My mom quickly felt bad for K, because she had no friends, and struck up a friendship with K's mother L and told me I had to be friends with K.

When I was 10, during a sleepover party one night, L started touching me in a way I knew was wrong. She fondled my newly developing breasts, and touched my down there. I hoped it was the only time. It wasn't.

Over the next 4 years, L would invite me over her house for sleepovers with K. While I was there, she would touch me. She would have K touch me. She would penetrate me with objects both vaginally and anally. At one point, she penetrated me anally so hard that my anus bled for a week. Outside of their house, K would touch me every chance she got, even if it was just a slap on the butt or a squeeze of the boob as she walked by me in the hall. After each incident, L would give me presents, and take me to my favorite restaurant, and remind me once again that it was our little secret.

Did I listen? HELL NO! I told every adult I could think of.

"You can't be molested by another female"
"Stop being ridiculous"
"L would not do that"
"Stop lying. If you bring it up again, you're grounded."

I gave up and just cried to myself at night. I still do sometimes, 6 years after the last incident.

I don't know if I'll ever completely be "over" this. I can't go "woe is me" forever, but sometimes, I just have to face my past.

-- crazychick10793

I Was Molested As Child

I Can't Keep Lessening What It Was And Ignoring It

it happened twice, there was another thing with my brother , but I wouldn't call it molestation.
the second time wasn't as bad as the first. it was when I played mini-football for a year in fourth or fifth grade, which even without the molestation, was one of the most shameful experiences of my life (pardon the lame attempt at humor). it was the assistant coach; I forget his name. he was one of those weird, half-doctors ( maybe of the feet. Christ, I think he may have been a pediatrician foot doctor, but I hope not). I had got hit hard in the gut, so I was very complacent. either way, at mini-football I was always in a nervous daze. he brought me to the supply closet to check the injury, reminding me that we was a doctor. he helped me get take of my belt and grabbed me. I was too shocked to move and he was muttering comforting doctor words. it lasted less than ten seconds. he was very skilled and casual about it; I could have easily dismissed and forgotten it. the other coached knocked, and he pulled the pants back up. the other coach was suspicious, but I was still shocked and seemed fine, so that was that.
after a few days of walking in a daze, I realized what had happened and then remembered the full details of the first time
the first time was the summer before kindergarten, at a playground, during a sister's soccer game. I can remember it all surprisingly clear. I was playing with my cousin, when three guys playing basketball asked us to join; I’d played with them a couple times before. they seemed to be barely out of their teens. one had serious acne, the other had a scruffy half-beard. I was unaware of the concept of molestation, but they made me wary. they were friendlier than anyone I'd ever met, while at the same time it seemed to be all in on a joke I was not privy too.
it was almost too clich├ęd. they literally said "we some candy in our van." I was suspicious even then, but I was adventurous and brave, two traits they would soon kill in me for almost a decade.
I got in and, as the door shut, all my braveness left me. they closed the curtains and stayed parked in the parking lot, testing the waters. I was crying, so they put a stale, candy necklace in my hand.
(this is where it gets disgusting, but I have to put down what happened and quit trying to lesson what it was) The one guy had an expensive video camera (I’m just realizing that they were probably pornographers). They commented on the heat and asked if I wanted to take my pants off. I said no and was frightened, but unsure if anything was wrong. They started to pull down my jeans, but they were tight, so they scrunched them just low enough for it to stick out. When they touched it, I started to urinate on their carpeting. The scruffy guy got pissed, and I apologized, while the others convinced him to calm down and assured me that they didn’t mind. They started putting their fingers down the back of my jeans and rubbing my front. Nothing in the conversation suggested anything was wrong or strange, so I calmed down and loosened up. They just kept complementing me.
Then they brought my attention camera, and asked if I wanted to help them try it out. they helped me pull down my clothes past the knees. I did a dance I liked to do for my parents. After that, I think the one raped me. That memory is a fog, unlike the others, but I remember finding blood my underwear a few times after and fearing that someone would find out.
They asked me if I wanted to be in a movie and I said sure. They started to drive away and I had a gripping fear that I was about to die. I crapped myself and cried as hard as I could. I fell on my knees and started moaning begs. They got nervous and started yelling at each other. They made a circle in the parking lot and shoved me out where they took me. I wanted to run to my mom but I didn’t want to tell her. I knew she would know something was wrong if she saw my pants. I wandered the playground as kids stared and tried to think of how to hide it. I ran into the woods and threw my underwear up a hill. When I went to her, terrified and silent, she realized that I had crapped myself and assumed that was why I was scared. I never had to tell anyone.
I don’t think I need to say how this affected me as a child, anyone on here knows. I was scared and I was nervous. I was sexually confused. I made fleeting connections with friends. I still had to sleep with my mother at least once a week when I was thirteen.
Now, it’s still going to affect me. What’s it going to be like the first time I get intimate with a girl, knowing the other time something similar happened, it was like this? What if I have a son, and I have to fear this for him. What if I can’t fucking scorch this mess from my memory?

-- alivehuman