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Easter break

Hey lovely people, 

I’ll be away for the next week on a farm in the blue mountains. I won’t have internet access during this time, so won’t be posting a comic this weekend and won’t be able to answer asks until I get back. Please take care of yourselves during this time and practice self care, as well as reaching out to support around you when you need it. 

I’ll be back with new comics after the break. 

All my love, 

Khale xox

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Illustration - Tran Nguyen

The new work by Tran Nguyen set forth in Thinkspace Gallery in California. This Vietnamese-born artist received a degree in Illustration at the Savannah College of Art and Design, which I dedicated an entry to its fabulous series ” A Place procured From Our Yesteryears “. Nguyen has a deep interest in therapeutic imagery. He is fascinated with creating visuals that can be used as a vehicle of psychotherapeutic support, dreamy surreal exploration of the mind.

(Source: asylum-art)

This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

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