I was asleep when Rho put up his blog post, revealing a very large skeleton in his closet. Ward told me about it when he got home and I immediately went to read it.
It made me think about how me and Ward decided to use our real first names for our show. That we did it because we had nothing to hide. Also we had trouble keeping one character our as our mains.
It was a privilege I didn’t even know I had. Being able to be completely open about myself on the internet. People probably know me for my feminist rantings, which have only grown louder as I’ve gotten more comfortable both on the internet and in the community.
So you might wonder how a feminist, a staunch supporter of victim’s rights, hater of rape culture, all around “femmenazi”, could find out someone is a registered sex offender, and still want to remain their friend.
The answer is complicated. I believe in believing victims of sex crimes. False rape reports are one of the biggest flags waved by the “Men’s Rights” movement as one of the reasons women secretly have all the power, and are not to be trusted when reporting rapes. Yet only a tiny fraction of rape reports are false. The stigma that a woman has to be a pillar of moral character and shoulder the burden of proof stops many women from reporting rapes at all. But I am also deeply uncomfortable with the sex offender registry, and how it brands a person for life.
Some people certainly deserve to be monitored for life. Or deserve to never really walk free again. But teenagers taking naked selfies? Guys taking a pee in public at the wrong place and the wrong time? The sex offender registry has gone too far on many occasions. And in California, it brands you for life.
I did my due diligence and looked up my friend on a few sex offender list sites. Doing this made me feel creepy and dirty, but I had to try to hear both sides of the story. I could only find him on one, http://www.icrimewatch.net/ and under “Offenses” there was nothing listed. It was blank. I checked a few other offenders in his area and their offenses were all listed with arrest dates and what they’d done. So according to this website, he is a sex offender that has committed no offenses.
All of this felt surreal to me, and I felt even weirder seeing links to “Submit a Tip or Correction For This Offender” or “Register to Track This Offender.” You can sign up to stalk and harass registered sex offenders. This gives me the jeebies. The whole system is set up for public shame and mistrust. The thought of having to live with this hanging over you makes me queasy. Some predators certainly deserve it, but the registry seems to go too far almost as often as it monitors someone dangerous.
It all comes back to this harmful assumption that men are naturally predators. This construct of the patriarchy that men “can’t help themselves”, so on top of blaming victims, they monitor men like they’re rabid dogs. It does little to actually protect future victims. Again, the onus is on the public to check the list. Offenders are left to self monitor and self register. It mostly serves to give the police a list of suspects after a crime has been committed in a certain area. And all of it is born of a “WON’T SOMEBODY THINK OF THE CHILDREN” panic. A righteous reason to hate and monitor your neighbor. I can understand the reasoning why we have the registry. I would feel deeply uncomfortable to know I had a rapist in my apartment building. I can see times where it could truly help someone be wary of a dangerous predator. But I think in its current state it’s a good idea gone too far in too many cases. And it brands you for LIFE.
In a world where a 17 year old can have their life ruined for taking a naked picture of themselves, but an 18 year old is now “hot” and “barely legal” is a fetish, the sex offender registry, like every other aspect of how we deal with sexual assault as a society, is deeply flawed.
So, since I can find no evidence to the contrary, I am choosing to believe Rho’s version of events. That he was falsely accused, put into a situation where there was no good way out. I know everyone wants to believe that they and their friends are the exception, that a person you like could never do something terrible. This often leads to people misguidedly defending people who’ve done horrible things. But I feel that I have done my due diligence, and this is not the case.
I choose to believe Rho and still consider him my friend.
As a woman, as a feminist, as a person, I find this topic uncomfortably full of gray areas. People should be protected from predators. But the registry troubles me deeply. Its permanence, it’s seemingly arbitrary enforcement, and the myriad of baffling things that can get you on it. No one wants to be the one to stand up for “sex offenders’ rights”. Looking soft on crime never helps a political career. So I don’t know if this system will ever get fixed.
You cast a broad net, you catch sharks. But you also sweep up fish that were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Unless someone can prove otherwise, I’m choosing to believe Rho is one of those fish.
I’m back baby. So this is a story inspired by “L’Inconnue de la Seine” or "The Unknown Woman of The Seine". It really is a fascinating wiki read. I did take some artistic license, as no one knows how she ended up in the river, and while her face is currently used on CPR training dummies, I’m not sure if it’s actually used on mannequins. I just thought it would be like an urban legend. If a troubled woman cries beneath L’Inconnue de la Seine she will appear to them.
Trying out a new style to try to fit the piece. Darker and more sketchy.
A quick portrait of my priest. I haven’t been able to draw for a while because of stupid health crap.
"Zeke just got home from the vet — being allergic to certain grasses, he broke out in hives and they gave him steroid and benadryl shots. This is Winston, loving and taking care of him"
A cats purr vibrates at a frequency that promotes bone health and aids in healing. So the kitty is probably trying to purr him better.
I’m pretty bummed about how Blizzard chose to portray Golka in the latest Lords of War short. And really getting tired of how all female Horde characters take a back-seat to the men, or worse, shown to be inferior.
They chose to have her deemed “weak” by her actions in the eyes of a Warsong orc like Grom. This could have been an avenue to maybe have her actually “die a warrior’s death” during their battle against the ogres, and have the loss of his mate further fuel Grom’s rage after his capture.
But instead they have her give up, an act deemed to be unworthy of Grom and the Warsong orcs, by begging for death after her defeat. Her integrity as an orc is sacrificed for an easy show of Grom Hellscream being “tough as iron”. FUCK THAT
As the lady of the Warsong clan: Golka is a badass. This wolf /DOES/ HAVE TEETH!
thank you. it really bothered me all day too.
There’s fridging, and then there’s totally disrespecting a female character. And all so he can have a “bad ass” one liner at the end? It really disgusted me. I’ve been ranting and raving about it on twitter all evening.
in my head Maraad is just like the most long-suffering creature on Azeroth
I imagine most humans seem like drooling babies to Draenei, lol. It’d be like trying to work with a five year old.
Any time I want to try straight up digital painting, someone should just be like, “No…” and gently push my tablet down. I’m calling this a “study” to be kind to myself. My warlock Keahi, who apparently likes to so spend her downtime sitting around summing Eyes of Killrogg before she gets dressed. Sorry about the boobs, I know I usually don’t show them, but I was trying to practice painting. Consider it artistic nudity. Also, I sorta considered her nipples to be covered in the fur trolls may or may not have depending on what dev you ask. IDK, I tried. Sry.
I have never thought about it in this context
that’s actually really, really creepy.
I once pointed this out to my mother and she just stared at me, in stunned silence for ages.
There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.
That’s what I’ve always hated about all the “safety tips” for women. They imply that someone is getting raped, that is just a fact. But it’s on you to make sure it’s not you. It leads to victim blaming and smoke screening the real large cultural problem. It is accepting that women are just going to be raped as a fact of life, and that is bullshit.
(Source: bigfatphallusy, via snuu-snuu)
And it took ten years to fully grow back. Belfs and all.
Now that I’m in the mood for sisters, a quick doodle comic about my belf sisters growing up.
If you never used your power as an older sibling to cut your smaller sibling’s hair, you have failed at childhood.
This is Vin and Willyth. Vin is the older. She grows up to be a rogue. Will is the younger, she becomes a monk after a long weird/tragic history to deal with her mana problems.
"Do you not hear the dark whispers? Do you not see the burning Loa?"
A portrait of my new warlock, Keahi. She is Kiki’s older and crazier sister. I like the idea of two sisters breaking from tradition, but in drastically different directions. Oh, and she’s a Darkspear. She been turned fel green. Most people assume she’s a forest troll and she just lets them.
Just finished this commission of a paladin with a libram. I wanted it to sorta be like the opening cinematic of BC where Maraad does his libram thing.
this should not be as funny as it is
When I was in high school I had this stoner boy that would just sit and watch me draw all the time, like really stare at what I was doing. I was like, “Well, this is awkward, but maybe he’s getting something out of this.” And then one day I was drawing a female character, and you start with the under sketch of the body pose. Basically a naked formless body. Suddenly he got up and pointed down at my picture and yelled, “That ones a girl!” I blinked at him and he grinned proudly, pointing to the vague outline of breasts on the sketch. “You can tell because of these!” He informed me. “Boobies!” I will never forget the look on his face, like he was expecting a treat for realizing this information.
Don’t do (too many) drugs, kids.
This is another commission for a twitter avatar. One of the strangest/greatest things I have been ever asked to draw, lol
“I was looking to use a smurf as a base reference, with the cursed vision of Illidan over the eyes and a smiling smirk, black hat instead of white. Pose as if he’s putting the cursed vision on.”
I love it when commissions are specific. And silly. :D