THIS. TOMORROW. Come visit me in front of Off York Boutique during the Highland Park Art Walk! I’ll have my GYPSYVILLE cards, prints and party ware for sale! Special treats, too! 6PM-10PM! #YAY High-res

THIS. TOMORROW. Come visit me in front of Off York Boutique during the Highland Park Art Walk! I’ll have my GYPSYVILLE cards, prints and party ware for sale! Special treats, too! 6PM-10PM! #YAY

BEYONCÉ, YA’LL! I believe Beyoncé would fully approve of the purchasing of this cards @ gypsyville.etsy.come #beyoncé #beyonce #queenb #fierce #gypsyvillestudios #greetingcards #etsy #summertime #blankcard #humor #humorcard #loveofbeyonce #admirationcard  #fun #yay #gypsyville #streetiger #reyanamadethis #yoncé #yonce High-res

BEYONCÉ, YA’LL! I believe Beyoncé would fully approve of the purchasing of this cards @ gypsyville.etsy.come #beyoncé #beyonce #queenb #fierce #gypsyvillestudios #greetingcards #etsy #summertime #blankcard #humor #humorcard #loveofbeyonce #admirationcard #fun #yay #gypsyville #streetiger #reyanamadethis #yoncé #yonce

#YESALLWOMEN

…because when I was a little girl I learned that if my mother (a woman) didn’t do as my father (a man) wished, she’d get the crap beaten out of her. And, there came a day that I finally learned how to hit a button on our home phone (which was mounted high upon a wall) that I could call my grandmother instantly. One night when my mother was taking a near-death beating, (I could see her lying on the floor of my parent’s room bleeding, bruised and crying through a crack in the door) I ran to the kitchen, pushed a chair to the wall, climbed up and pushed the button…and before it connected - BANG - moments later I woke up on the tiled floor from my unconsciousness, and learned that dads are men who can hurt little girls, too. 

…because I’ve never been able to get on the dance floor in public with my girlfriends without a man/men thinking it’s okay to touch me, even after I’ve said the words: DON’T. TOUCH. ME.

…because by the time I was sixteen my body had been “accidentally” fondled, touched, groped, grabbed, spanked and slapped too many times to count…a day came in my analytical geometry class (full of boys, with the exception of myself) when a boy dropped a pencil on my desk, but instead of picking up the pencil he pretended to lean down to get, he place both of his hands on my breast and squeeze as hard as he could; several of the boys in the room whooped and whistled; then, the bell rang; there were high-fives as they scattered…I looked up to see the teacher looking directly into my eyes, as they welled up with tears, and said, “enjoy it while it last. you won’t look like that forever.”

…because NO, REALLY DOES MEAN NO, no matter how much you try to rationalize it!  

…because when I was seventeen I was pulled over by a police man in the small town I grew up in so he could stare down my shirt and ask me if I would “like to meet him in a private place later…” or “take my chances, and find myself in a lot of trouble?”

…because when I dress like I want to, I’m not asking for “IT” or anything else for that matter. 

…because when I was twenty-four, I did my best to ignore three men, who whistled and catcalled at me as I walked down the street, making my way, alone to attend a workshop in LA. Two hours later on my way back to my car, the same three men tried wrestling me into a car in broad daylight. Luckily, I was carrying mace…(my mother will  find out about this story for the first time along with all of you.)

…because of every time I’ve had to hear a rape “joke”  

…because I’m not an obstacle standing between you and something you want (namely, sex). I’m a human being with my own opinions and freewill. I have the right to turn anyone down, at any point, at any time I see fit. 

…because when I was twenty-six, my brother bought me a taser. A direct result of me refusing to go out with a neighbor who days later would slash three of my tires, and sit on my stoop making inappropriate threats to my face.

…because I’ve had too many friends and loved ones physically and sexually assaulted by men they called “friends” or people they “love”…let alone strangers.

…because if you’re tired of reading countless #yesallwomen stories, imagine how tired we are of living them.