Following mature and thoughtful discussion in the comments section of my last post, I’ve decided to take ‘Not So Innocent’ off AO3. The whole thing has upset me too much, especially since we are now facing a new personal crisis in RL. Its just not worth it.
Right now, I don’t want to publish a fanfic ever again. I just can’t face it. I’ll get over that, I suppose. I always do. I certainly don’t want to spend today writing, as I had planned.
I want to say something erudite about the way women are treated by society, but I just don’t think I can. I’ll just say this:
Jimmy Saville’s victims number in the hundreds. More come out every day.
Accusations are now filtering out about not just sexual and physical abuse, but children being killed as part of sex parties by a ring centred in Westminster in the 70s and 80s.
Bill Cosby’s career is in freefall after accusations of rape.
Syria and Iraq
Women being executed for bringing ‘shame on their families’ by being the victim of rape.
Just about every photoshopped photograph in every glossy magazine published anywhere in the world.
Every diet company that preys on women’s poor self image.
Every girl who’s afraid to walk down her own street at night, but thinks the only way to be acceptible to her peers is to go out scantily dressed on a Friday night and get so drunk she can’t even stand, let alone take care of herself and keep herself safe.
Every boy who thinks that when a girl says no, she means ‘yes’ because she’s ‘playing hard to get’.
Every person who judges me because I don’t have children, or because I let my hair grow grey, because I’m not behaving like a ‘proper’ woman.
My husband’s 86 year old aunt, who weighs no more than 6 stone, telling me her thighs are fat.
And the fact that the acceptance of abuse is so ingrained in both my mind and yours that often we don’t even notice it. Because I certainly didn’t.