everything is not ok

if i weren’t like the cat with 9 lives or the phoenix always rising from the ashes, i would be dead right now, because the last week has slain me.

the news, the incessant news of another woman victimized, disregarded, disdained… this time she actually has a name, something more than just another statistic.

anene booysen.

only 17 and discarded on a pile of rubble like so much rubbish. RIP anene. you deserved so much more.

i have been taking a mental health break from my accidental activism, but this makes it impossible to stay silent. and like i said on twitter this evening, every time i talk about rape on my time-line, i suspect that people go, “oh, there she goes again”. well i don’t care. i didn’t choose to be the poster-child for rape survivors. i don’t create the news. i don’t rape. but i sure as hell can not keep quiet about the horrors happening all around us. like prime-media’s campaign the other day, setting off a ping every 4 minutes… ping….ping….ping….ping….ping. ad nauseum. infinitum.

i’m angry and i’m sad and i’m outraged. maybe this will get people galvanized enough to start changing things.

maybe.

this is a poem i wrote the last few days.

“everything is not ok.”
 
i’m a survivor
 
a survivor who after silence
has found her voice
do the things i say
make you flinch
make you uncomfortable
no apologies
because rape      is       uncomfortable
imagine the discomfort of being ripped apart 
 
it is     not     comfortable
it is not        ok
 
it’s an outrage
 
and when i read about 
a little baby in a back room
a grandmother in a shack
yet another girl on a bus
a girl treated like just so much rubble on a construction site
 
violated yet again
by men who think
that our secrets are theirs to flay open
that  what  we are 
are theirs to claim and maim and scar and discard
another statistic 
in an endless mobius strip of numbers
looping escher-like
into infinity
 
it makes me want to scream 
and rage 
and yell that something must be done.
so i am using my voice 
i am the alarm going off next door
the screeching siren that says
the windows of someone’s soul have been shattered
a holy portal broken into
the doors broken down
another temple violated
 
this is not okay
 
and i’m going to say so
i’m going to keep saying it 
i’m going to keep up the clarion call to rise up 
to stand together to ward off this nightmare
to do     something
to make a change
i’m going to shout about this
till everybody listens
 
and i’m not going to shut up

cock’s crow

after lying awake for at least 4 hours, at 02h45 this morning, i posted this tweet:

It’s been 20 years since on this date, at almost this exact hour, a man broke into my house & raped me. Wish it didn’t still keep me awake.

the irony is that for many years now, the date has come and gone without me even noticing it. this time however, maybe because i was home alone, i succumbed to paranoia. i knew that i’d armed the  security beams, yet i still got up at least once to make sure. on more that one occasion i held my breath, training my ears for any perceived sound, making sure that this time no one had snuck into my house, that there was no-one lurking outside my bedroom door, unlike that other time.

it reminded me of the one time i stayed alone in my other house after i’d been raped in it. i spent the entire night walking the length of the house, from the front-door to the back-door, convinced that the guy had come back and was trying to figure out a way in. and ironically i was probably right because not 2 weeks later, when i was out of town and had 2 women staying in the house, he found a way back in and nearly broke down the bathroom door to get at them. fortunately they fought him off, but i came back to chaos and having to change all my locks, as he’d taken off with my keys.

last night i lay and listened to a cock crowing inappropriately somewhere out in the dark. i tossed and turned and tossed and turned some more. and when i finally fell asleep for 45 minutes, i had a spectacular nightmare about someone trying to break into my house, wielding a huge knife – with my screams once again stopped in my throat. silenced. helpless. mute.

i wrestle with thinking it weakness – that i once again allowed that man power over me, my life and my actions, versus recognizing the strength in realizing my vulnerability and making sure to defend it –  like putting in perimeter security beams after waking up to find 2 men on my property.  some people might think that 20 years is a long time to still be affected by something, but i don’t think that they realize that rape changes one forever. you will always have a different perspective than someone who hasn’t experienced that violation. you will never again consider yourself immune. that’s the biggest loss. and the journey to healing is one you’ll travel till it ends in a grave or a pile of ash.

i did later tweet this, in honor of all survivors and also in honor of myself:

On this day I’d like to say to all survivors: there is a steely strength in even your most fragile moments. Know you’ll be ok. #thisiknow

i might have stumbled on the side of the road last night and bumbled bleary-eyed through my day, but know that i will get up. in fact, know that i am up – and moving right along. some of you are ahead of me on this journey and some are coming up behind.

i wish us all strength and maybe i’ll see you out there on the road.

10 Reasons Why You Should Attend Slutwalk Johannesburg

10 REASONS WHY YOU SHOULD ATTEND SLUTWALK JOHANNESBURG THIS SATURDAY:

  1. “LEGITIMATE RAPE” –  Really? REALLY?!
  2. GOGOS, WHO SHOULD BE  REVERED, SPENDING NIGHTS IN FEAR – I cannot even conceive of my grandmother having to fear getting raped.
  3. BABIES BEING RAPED AND RAPED 5-YR OLDS BEING CALLED SLUTS – I can but shake my head in horror.
  4. GIRLS IN MINI-SKIRTS BEING ASSAULTED BY HORDES OF MEN – and no, it’s not because of cultural norms. Think of topless maidens in reed skirts.
  5. YOU BELIEVE THAT NO-ONE  DESERVES TO BE RAPED, REGARDLESS OF WHAT THEY MIGHT BE WEARING, OR DOING, OR DRINKING, THEIR SEXUAL ORIENTATION, SEXUAL HISTORY OR THEIR GENDER
  6. VIOLENCE AGAINST TRANSGENDER PEOPLE
  7. “CORRECTIVE RAPE” – In the same class as “LEGITIMATE” rape. BULLSH*T!
  8. THE ALMOST NEVER REPORTED RAPE OF MEN AND BOYS – One of my best male friends is HIV+ because of rape
  9. YOU DON’T BELIEVE THAT RAPE IS CAUSED BY ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE RAPIST.
  10. YOU WANT TO PROTEST SEXUAL ASSAULT AND VICTIM-BLAMING AND SHOW YOUR SUPPORT FOR SURVIVORS.

Come as you are. Come as you want to be. Just be there!

Here is the Slutwalk Johannesburg Press Release:

Slutwalk Johannesburg

It’s a dress, not a Yes!

P.O. BOX 44170 LINDEN 2104  http://www.slutwalkjhb.co.za    slutwalkjhb@gmail.com

Slutwalk expresses the notion that no victim of sexual assault is the cause of that assault. No one ever asked to be raped.

Slutwalks originated in Canada in January 2011 when a representative of the Toronto police told a group of students, “women should avoid dressing like sluts in order not to be victimized”. A furore ensued, followed quickly by a protest march, the message of which reverberated so that there have now been Slutwalks in over 100 cities around the world. This August 25th 2012, Slutwalk is coming to the streets of Johannesburg for the second time.

We, the organisers of Slutwalk Johannesburg see Slutwalk as an international movement which can help us raise awareness around a number of sexual assault issues; victim-blaming, corrective rape, gender violence and questioning the acceptance of a “rape culture” which has become the norm in our country. This is in line with the focus of the original Toronto Slutwalk.

In our country it is obvious that sexual violence is a very pressing issue and in spite of Slutwalk this year being during Woman’s Month, it is not only a woman’s issue, it is an issue that all of society need to address.

The participants at Slutwalk are ordinary people, mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters – people who believe in the vision of an equal society. Some dress provocatively to emphasize the absurdity of much of society’s view on the issue, others dress in normal work or casual clothes in solidarity.

To quote Heather Jarvis, founder of Slutwalk: “From the very beginning in 2011 people were always encouraged to challenge slut-shaming language like “slut”, “whore”, “ho”, “skank”, “tramp”, etc. and never told they had to identify (with) one or another in order to participate. We’ve always maintained people should be safe to be who they are, how they are.”

If you’re human and believe that nobody, despite their age, sex, gender, sexual orientation or sexual history deserves to be raped, then come support Slutwalk and spread the message.

 

CONSENT IS NOT NEGOTIABLE

JOIN SLUTWALK JHB AND LET’S UNITE AGAINST VICTIM BLAMING AND SHAMING AND AGAINST ACCEPTABILITY OF ANY FORM OF RAPE

BLAME THE PERPETRATOR, NOT THE VICTIM!

DETAILS OF THE DAY:

ORGANISERS:

Slutwalk JHB is being organised by founder Sandi Schultz, Gina Jacobson, Nadia Assimacopoulos and Walter Pike

TIME & LOCATION:

The march is happening 25 thAUGUST 2012 starting and ending at Zoo Lake Sport’s Club, Cnr Westwold Way and Lower Park Drive, Parkwood. People are asked to arrive at 10h30, speeches start at 11h00 and the march will start at 11h30.

SPEAKERS:

BULELWA MAKEKE – Head of Communications at NPO

BRIDGET MAKHONZA – Activist from Khulisa

ROCHELLE PIMENTEL – Survivor/Activist

SIMONE HERADIEN – Head of Genderdymanix

PARKING:

Parking has been organized on the cricket field on Westwold Way and will be R10 per vehicle. The organizers kindly ask that participants carpool where possible and that no one park on the streets, in keeping with the resident’s association’s request.

For more info on Slutwalk Johannesburg, we have the following in place:

We would like to express our gratitude to the following:

Afrihost – for sponsoring our website

Etana – for covering our Liability Insurance for the event

Lola Montez – for assistance with T-shirt costs

Foot Fashion SA – for donations

Please make any donations to:

FNB Savings Account

Slutwalkjhb

Acc : 62325235902

Branch Norwood Mall

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my slutwalk jhb speech

this was my speech for slutwalk jhb, september 24th, addressing the crowd before the march.

because other speakers were dealing with the controversy around the name and with statistics, i kept what i spoke about pretty personal, seeing that i started this initiative out of a passionate need to “do something”. i did this not because of  some intellectual understanding (that too), but more out of the knowledge of what it means to be a survivor and wanting to find a way to create a world where, idealistic as it may be, there will be no more of us.  

Welcome to Slutwalk JHB – it’s been months in the planning and I can’t tell you have happy I am that today has finally arrived .

Though I have to say – I wish we didn’t have to be here. I wish we didn’t need a Slutwalk Jhb, I wish we didn’t need marches protesting sexual violence, marches that need to point out that there’s never an excuse, that no one by definition ever deserves or asks to be raped. That rapists rape people, not outfits.

When I first heard about that ignorant comment that women should not dress like sluts so that they don’t get victimized, I had a visceral reaction. I happen to know from experience that what one wears has absolutely nothing to do with getting assaulted.

What I’m wearing is the closest approximation I could find of what I was wearing when I got raped. Does this outfit really scream, “Rape me?” the reality is that rape is about violence  – and a short skirt, or too many drinks at the bar, or a checkered sexual history, or choosing a same-sex partner is never an excuse for assault. The statistics are staggering – I won’t get into them as Jenn Thorpe will be talking about them later, but I will say that there are too many of us. You might see numbers on a page, but behind every number is a face and a name and a shattering experience that takes years and a strength you cannot imagine to overcome. I call us survivors the society of the secret handshake – the handshake that says, I know you. I am you. And there are way too many of us.

When we first started organizing slutwalk jhb I felt that reclaiming the word slut was not necessarily relevant to us here in South Africa. Addressing the issues of sexual violence that permeate the very heritage of our land seemed much more important. However, words are important. Words are powerful things. We can wield them to wound or we can rally them to right age old wrongs. And just recently I remembered  something that made me rethink the reclaiming of the word slut.

When I lived in the states, I hadn’t been home in a long time and  I landed up in Malta where I met a south African pilot. I was so excited to meet up with someone from home and to feel a connection with Africa – but then one day as we encountered each other, he said, “Daar’s die klonkie!” Now for those of you who don’t know, Klonkie is a derogatory term used for someone classified Colored. I was stunned. I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard and I was outraged. I didn’t say anything in the moment, but I wrote him a letter and left it at the hotel desk, so he’d know just how offended I was.

However when I moved back to South Africa, and I had to name my company, I remembered that  encounter and I wound up calling my company “Klonkie Made Media” – because some people might think that someone who looks like me should be the klonkie maid in the kitchen, but look at what this klonkie can do, just look at what this klonkie has made, and can make possible. And so I reclaimed what was a thoughtless insult and used it in a way that I felt validated me. Now I still might not necessarily want to call myself a slut, but it has made me rethink the value of reclaiming the word. Just think of the word queer. Or nerd.

And just what is a slut in any case? My first reaction when I heard that stupid statement was, “Hell no, I aint no slut!”, but if you follow the logic of that statement., “women shouldn’t dress like sluts so they’re not victimized”, – I was raped, so therefore, I must be a slut. Now, ironically I felt lucky that I was wearing my baby blue pj’s and was in my own bed in the middle of the night when I got raped, because it made it absolutely clear that I was not at fault.

moment captured by angel conradie

moment captured by angel conradie

 However, what if I wasn’t wearing my baby blues? What if I was wearing this instead? (and this is where I took off my pj’s and put on my outrageous red tutu and revealed a much more skin-baring outfit).

pic by wonderwoman, jeanette verster

Would this outfit make it my fault? Because you know, there are times when I dress like this? Would the logic of that statement make it ok for someone to violate me?
We live in an age of media and advertising. We all want to look good, to feel confident, to know that  we can turn heads. However, our society seems to be at a point where the necessary education and guidance isn’t happening at home or at school. Our children are not being taught essential lessons about respect and consent . when I used to go to the burning man festival in the Nevada desert , the only rule in that temporary society was , whatever you do that involves someone else, ask them first. First get their consent. Maybe that’s a lesson that we need to carry over into the larger society – whatever you do involving someone else, first get their consent.

Maybe then, we wouldn’t need a Slutwalk in jhb. Maybe then my short skirt can be about the fabulous weather and not an unspoken invitation to unimagined horrors. I initiated Slutwalk jhb because I’ve been a firm advocate for survivor’s rights and for the need to break the silence, to realize that the survivor is never at fault, but I sincerely hope that there will come a time that Slutwalks and protest marches are obsolete. A time when consent is queen and yes means yes, and real men and women, honorable people, the kind we like to believe we are, can respect that no means no.

My dress is not a “Yes!” I’ll see you out there on the march!

pic by jeanette verster

slutwalk jhb thank you’s

about 4 months ago i came across a link to something talking about a slutwalk in toronto  and  i tweeted it.

my friend @angelsmind and i struck up a conversation and during a couple of exchanges during which she asked whether there’d be one here in south africa, she planted the seed that led to the email i sent to the organizers of slutwalk toronto on may 8th, asking if i could organize a slutwalk in johannesburg. so really, indirectly, angel conradie is responsible for the slutwalk that happened right here in johannesburg today. and she has supported this initiative from day one, blogging and tweeting and re-tweeting and i regret that when i was doing the thank you’s today, i did not point out that fact. so angel, here publicly, i would like to thank you – both for planting this crazy idea and for your support all the way. thank you, thank you, thank you!

ok, maybe if i’d known what i was letting myself in for, i might not have taken on what turned out to be a gargantuan task which is probably going to leave me with a major deficit in my bank account, seeing that we had no sponsors and credit cards were the only way to cover the costs. however, for me, this initiative was not optional. it had to be done and once undertaken, the only way out was through.

along the way i co-opted some amazing help. i could not have done this alone,  especially not without nadia assimacopoulos who became a confidant and sounding board and my go-t0 person, gina jacobson (@gnat_j) who was amazing at getting stuff done, sam beckbessinger (@greenham_sam) who did our website, media maven walter pike (@walterpike) who probably didn’t know what he was  letting himself in for the day he tweeted to find out whether there was a slutwalk happening in jhb, and blogger and ad exec akona ndungane (@akona1) with whom i conceived isaidno, a resource for survivors where they can tell their stories anonymously or otherwise (please spread the word).

we had amazing speakers, film-maker@gillianschutte, feminist writer @jen_thorpe, journalist @fionasnyckers and @akona1 and crimon organized the collection of rape survivor handbags which will be distributed via the jes foord foundation. andre van tonder of jmpd was an immeasurable source of help and information in getting the right permissions for our event and went beyond the call of duty to help us make it happen. and then without paul/stranger and the other amazing marshals from think bike, our event would not have been nearly as safe and successful as it turned out.

thank you. thank you. thank you.

i think we achieved our aim of turning up the volume on the conversation around sexual violence and victim-blaming. i think we engendered much debate,though this is but the beginning. i might have initiated this event in jhb, but it belongs to all of us and  i think we need to find our own ways to make a difference. how can you help change the prevailing mind-set? how can you educate someone else about the importance of respect and consent? it’s up to us. we have to make a difference. even though right now i’m exhausted and i want to forget about being an activist for just a nano-second, really, this is just the beginning of a long journey towards building a better world for us all to live in.

and though this might be very long-winded, i just wanted to make sure that i acknowledge the amazing people who made today possible, including everyone who dressed up and came out in icy weather to show their support. thank you to the people who donated, to the marshals who were amazing, to my friends who responded to my frantic calls and showed up to assist. and to the various women who came up to me, identified as survivors and thanked me for what i’m doing, thank you. i’m doing this for us.


what to wear, what to wear?

i’ve been thinking seriously about what i will be wearing for slutwalkjhb this coming saturday september 24th, because being a survivor and being the person who was crazy enough to initiate this march, whatever i wear will make a huge statement. i’m still not sure.

decisions, decisions, i tell ya. do i wear something that looks like what i was wearing when i was raped? that means going out and buying a facsimile. do i wear what i normally do, seeing that this is a come as you are event? now that’s tricky because i wear such a wide range of clothes/styles – all depends on my mood. should i choose to wear the kind of thing i’d wear to burning man, my shitkicker boots, fishnets, a tutu and corset, would i be buying into the stereotype of what’s expected? i’m seriously stumped. what do you think?

and then i was also thinking about what my poster would say?

if i’m wearing my baby-blue pyjamas, maybe “Does this outfit say “rape me?”

if i’m wearing something more flashy, maybe “This outfit says FUN, FEARLESS, FEMALE – NOT F*CK ME!”

these are the slogans we’ve compiled so far. will you be marching? what will you be wearing? what will your poster say?

SLUTWALK SLOGANS

  • IT’S A DRESS, NOT A YES
  • CONTROL YOURSELVES, NOT WOMEN
  • RAPISTS RAPE PEOPLE, NOT OUTFITS
  • THIS IS NOT MY “I WANT YOU” FACE
  • MY SHORT SKIRT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU
  • I WEAR WHAT I WANT
  • DON’T TELL WOMEN NOT TO GET RAPED, TELL MEN NOT TO RAPE
  • REAL MEN TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER.
  • REAL MEN DON’T RAPE
  • DOES THIS OUTFIT SAY, “RAPE ME?”
  • SEXUAL ASSAULT – IT’S NOT SOMETHING ANYONE EVER ASKS FOR.
  • CONSENT IS SEXY
  • THIS OUTFIT SAYS FUN, FEARLESS, FEMALE, NOT “FUCK ME!”

Thank you to Heather from SlutWalk Des Moines for compiling this list!

  • STOP VICTIM BLAMING/SLUT SHAMING/RAPE CULTURE
  • CONSENT IS SEXY
  • NO ONE DESERVES IT
  • MATURE FOLK TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER
  • IT’S MY BODY, I’LL SEX IF I WANT TO
  • THIS IS WHAT I WAS WEARING
  • MY LITTLE BLACK DRESS DOES NOT MEAN YES
  • MY CLOTHES ARE NOT MY CONSENT
  • ARE 1 IN 4 WOMEN IN YOUR LIFE SLUTS?
  • I WAS WEARING {INSERT CLOTHING}. WAS IT MY FAULT?
  • THE SKIRT IS NO EXCUSE FOR RAPE
  • **HOW TO STOP RAPE

1: DON’T RAPE ANYONE

2: SEE ABOVE **

  • **I WAS RAPED BECAUSE:

__ I WAS WEARING A SKIRT

__ I WAS FLIRTING

__ I HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK

X   I DIDN’T CONSENT **

  • STOP SEXUAL PROFILING
  • MEN GET RAPED. CHILDREN GET RAPED. WERE THEY SHOWING THEIR BREASTS TOO?
  • STOP POLICING OUR WARDROBE. START POLICING OUR STREETS.
  • SLUTS ARE LIKE UNICORNS. THEY ARE BOTH IMAGINARY CONCEPTS
  • SHAME ON RAPISTS, NOT VICTIMS
  • DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO WEAR. TEACH HIM NOT TO RAPE.
  • THE WAY LITTLE GIRLS DRESS DOESN’T CREATE PAEDOS. THE WAY BIG GIRLS DRESS DOESN’T CREATE RAPISTS.
  • SOCIETY TEACHES “DON’T GET RAPED” RATHER THAN “DON’T RAPE”
  • BLAME RAPE ON RAPISTS, NOT BOOBS.
  • ASK ME WHAT I’M ASKING FOR
  • SEX IS SOMETHING PEOPLE DO TOGETHER, NOT SOMETHING YOU DO TO SOMEONE ELSE.
  • NO MEANS NO
  • “FUCK YOU” MEANS NO. “FUCK ME” MEANS YES
  • RAPE IS THE ONLY CRIME IN WHICH THE VICTIM BECOMES THE ACCUSED.
  • BY DEFINITION, YOU CAN’T ASK FOR RAPE
  • CHECK OUT MY MAGIC ANTI-RAPE JEANS
  • JUST BECAUSE I PUT IT ON, DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN TAKE IT OFF
  • CLOTHING IS AN OPTION. RAPE ISN’T.
  • SLUTWALK: THE RADICAL NOTION THAT NO ONE DESERVES TO BE RAPED
  • CONSENT IS THE ONLY PASSWORD
  • I LOVE CONSENSUAL SEX
  • BLAMING VICTIMS HELPS RAPISTS
  • I’M A BITCH IF I SAY NO, BUT A SLUT IF YOU RAPE ME ANYWAY
  • I DON’T LIKE ROHYPNOL
  • I DRESS FOR ME, NOT FOR YOU
  • I’LL FUCK JUST ABOUT ANYONE/BUT NEVER WITHOUT CONSENT
  • I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR SEXUAL MISCONDUCT.
  • HIJABS, HOODIES, HOTPANTS, OUR BODIES, OUR CHOICES
  • EVEN IF I DRESS FOR YOUR ATTENTION, DOESN’T MEAN I DRESS FOR YOUR AGGRESSION.
  • I CAN SAY YES AS MANY TIMES AS I WANT…NO STILL MEANS NO.
  • WHY DO YOU CALL ME A SLUT WHEN I SAY I WON’T SLEEP WITH YOU?
  • DISARM RAPISTS – SMASH SEXISM
  • MEN GET RAPED TOO
  • MARRIAGE IS NOT A SEX CONTRACT
  • I DON’T ATTACK YOU WHEN YOU RUN AROUND SHIRTLESS.
  • I DON’T ATTACK YOU WHEN YOU WEAR MUSCLE SHIRTS.
  • MY SKIRT DIDN’T ASK YOU TO RAPE ME; IT CAN’T TALK.
  • MY DRESS DOESN’T HAVE A MOUTH, BUT I DO AND I SAID, “NO!”
  • I’M WEARING SHORTS = IT’S HOT OUTSIDE. NOT I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU
  • I”LL FUCK JUST ABOUT ANYONE, BUT NEVER WITHOUT CONSENT
  • HORNY, SINGLE, BISEXUAL…AND I CAN STILL SAY NO.
  • HOS CAN SAY NO
  • JUST BECAUSE I WANT TO HAVE SEX, DOESN’T MEAN I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU
  • RAPE IS ABOUT POWER, NOT SEX

slutwalk johannesburg

it was the middle of the night. i was in bed, wearing baby-blue boy’s pj’s.

so i was obviously asking my rapist to break into my house and sexually assault me, right? because that’s what the police chief in toronto implied earlier this year, when he said that women shouldn’t dress like sluts so that they don’t get assaulted.

and when i was 4 and my stepfather decided that i was the perfected receptacle for the outpouring of his sexual desire, i was, by extension, obviously asking for that too. not so?

i know this might sound shocking to you, but victim-blaming and shaming happens all the time. remember the movie with jodie foster?  and there are so many other non-fictional examples (scroll to the bottom of that linked page) that leave  my skin crawling.

this is why, when i read about the slutwalks happening in toronto and around the world, it resonated inside me like a gong. i *know* from experience that rape and sexual assault have nothing to do with what you’re wearing or what you’re doing. there is nothing wrong with sex. at least, as far as i’m concerned, there is nothing wrong with CONSENSUAL SEX between CONSENTING adults.  rape, however,  is not about sex. rape is about violence. and how someone is dressed, or the fact that they might be sexual, or even like sex, does not mean an open invitation to assault them.

slutwalk johannesburg is one of over 70 international slutwalks. we need everyone who believes that it’s time to stop blaming survivors for the violence perpetrated upon them, who believes that it’s time to do something to change our “rape culture”, that it’s time to break the silence, to come march, stomp, skip, walk and make your voice heard.

dressing (or identifying) as a slut is not a prerequisite for our march (what *is* a slut, in any case?!). come as you are! wear your pj’s, your ball-gown, your tracksuit, jeans, fish-nets, whatever,  just come! slutwalk johannesburg is not primarily aimed at women. sexual violence can happen to any of us, male, female, whether we’re 4, 44 or 104.

our tentative date is july 9th. join the fb page for updates and a slew of very informative links and  follow us on twitter to show your support. if you’d like to volunteer to help make this happen, please contact us at slutwalkjhb@gmail.com!

no matter what you wear, or what you look like, or what you’re doing, you have the right not to be sexually assaulted, and if you are, you have the right not to be blamed for it.

don’t blame the victim, blame the perpetrator!