Japan, the country with some of the most fucked up pornography and the penis festival
Where the vagina is basically illegal to talk about
So she did a bunch of art featuring 3D sculptures of her vagina, including this kayak, and was put in jail for it
She was indicted again in December on obscenity charges for selling vagina art to crowdfund for the kayak and could spend two years in prison
In Japan, women’s vaginas are treated as though they are men’s property. The trains here usually display pornographic advertisements. As a woman, I find that blatant objectification to be humiliating. I’m disgusted by it. My body belongs to me. So, with this project I wanted to release the vagina from the standard Japanese paradigm. Japan is lenient towards expressions of male sexuality and arousal, but not so for women. When a woman uses her body in artistic expression, her work gets ignored, and people treat her as if she’s some sex-crazed idiot. It all comes back to misogyny. And the vagina is at the heart of it. The vagina is ridiculed. It’s lusted after. Men don’t see women as equals—to them, women are just vaginas. Then they call my vagina-themed work “obscene,” and judge me according to laws written by and for men. [x]
She plans to turn her trial in to a manga comic. She seems pretty sure she’s not going to do any jail time but if you’d like to help her pay for her inevitable fine and court fees, you can check out her online store. There are little glow in the dark vagina characters.
Wow I’ve seen this reblogged a ton of times without seeing the whole going to jail part.
Here’s a recent article about her from July of 2017. It looks like she did some brief time in jail, and is currently still working on this artistic effort, as well as trying to raise awareness about a new terrorism law and the jail/prison system in Japan.
<b>My mind:</b> a mess.<p/><b>My body:</b> a mess.<p/><b>My room:</b> a mess.<p/><b>My life:</b> a mess.<p/><b>My music taste:</b> a fucking masterpiece of perfection and all that is good.<p/></p>
Sometimes the help you need isn’t the help you want. Call 1-800-273-8255 if you’re thinking of suicide.
This comic meant a whole lot to me. It was sincere in its depiction and treated the issue through the eyes of a grounded person. Not some godly hero saying everything is better than it seems, but a person trying his best before bringing her somewhere who can actually help.
This is to all those ppl outside of the LPFamily who have nothing better to do with their lives than spewing out BS. And before you stop reading and call it a fan’s “drama”, know this: I can’t call myself a lp fan or soldier (The reason why that is, would take up another post and I’m not here to talk about it, not right now).
I’ve heard and seen enough and I’ve bloody well had it. It’s been a few weeks since Chester’s demise and I’ve seen all sorts of messed up comments.
From the beautiful consoling, loving ones to the downright appalling ones. “Well he was a public figure, he knew what he was getting into”.
NO THE FUCK HE DIDN’T. You wanna know why the feck not?! Because a man like chester would see kindness and love in everyone before he made out the grim darkness that is their soul.
I’M SO FLIPPING SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE CALLING HIM A “COWARD”; SAYING HE WAS JUST “SELFISH”.
NO HE WASN’T YOU DAMN BLOODSUCKERS!
All y’all calling him these names are the same ppl who think mental illnesses don’t exist and tell the anxious and depressed to “don’t worry” and “just be happy”.
Well thanks for that invaluable “advice”, that is completely unheard of, in the history of mankind.
You don’t know what it’s like man. When it hits you, everything and everyone you’ve ever loved is taken away from you in your mind and morphed into something that you’ve ruined, something that you’ve caused damage and pain to, something that would be better off without your burden on it, because that’s all you do to them. In your mind, in that moment, those beautiful things, those phenomenal people don’t deserve to be “miserable” and “suffer” like they do, because of you. In that moment, ensuring that they never have to go through that pain, that misery again, is the most selfless thing you can do for the people that you love with every fibre of your being.
YES I know that doesn’t make any sense. I know that it’s not true. I know that it’s all in a person’s head. That’s what we’ve been trying to tell you. THAT is why it is called a bloody DISEASE. No one in their right, stable mind would want to leave the love of their life behind, or the children that made life worth living; if not for nothing, then simply due to gratitude and love. Chester wore his heart on his sleeve, he shared and was the most open about his struggles more than any other person i’ve ever met or known of. He explained it so many times so people would undertsand what it’s like, and yet, when it finally took him away, y’all dimwits chose to forget everything that he’s done for mental health and reduced him to a “selfish, sad” person.
Some of the ppl out there are of the idea that he was killed, that he didn’t commit suicide. You know what, maybe you’re right. Maybe that’s what happened. I hope and pray from my heart that that wasn’t the reality, but one isn’t better than the other.
But don’t you see, whatever you believe regarding his death. know this: HE DIDN’T KILL HIMSELF. HE WAS TAKEN AWAY; either by the disease or by someone else. But he didn’t choose to leave his family behind. He didn’t choose to leave his friends, his brothers, behind. He didn’t choose to break millions of hearts around the globe. He didn’t do any of that. HE WANTED TO STAY. HE WANTED TO LOVE. HE WANTED TO SPREAD KINDNESS. HE WANTED TO FIGHT.
And now his wife, Talinda, his fans are doing it. They’re helping, they’re healing, they’re building each other up, and you continue to try and tear them down in this difficult time, honestly how can you do that?
If you’re wondering how in the hell would I know that?
Then it’s because, that’s exactly what he did for many many years.
He was one of the strongest, kindest, most caring people I’ve ever seen. He was a friend. He was a brother. He was a husband. He loved with all his heart. He was a ray of light in times of darkness for so many. He was a warrior.
He was a soldier.
And for what he was, Chester Bennington would forever have the deepest, unrivaled love and respect of millions for a long long time.
“Bisexuals always end up picking a side” Yaa all those fake bisexuals meeting the love of their life and staying together forever and getting married and being happy with only one person those assholes