A Hashtag Revolution
OK. So guess what? The social media campaign to have victims of sexual abuse and harassment unite using this hashtag has opened up the war of the sexes again.
Men are having to witness a parade of hurt and anger on Facebook, Twitter and any other platform that uses hashtags to track posts.
And all because Harvey Weinstein can’t keep his hands to himself or his other bits private? Pu-lease…
What does it all mean?
One of my oldest friends posted it on Facebook last weekend, and in my ‘innocence’ I chimed in, “I’m with you.”
When my sister posted it, I finally twigged that something was going on, so I asked her “What does it mean?” She patiently explained its purpose and I wanted to dig a hole and climb into it. How awful!
Then I started seeing it everywhere. Once the genii is out of the bottle, you can’t put it back.
Since Adam and Eve, sex has been used to subjugate other people to one’s will. (And it’s no good saying, like Flip Wilson, “The Devil made me do it.”) Humans have this thing about power and control that lends itself so neatly to natural functions like sexuality.
The fact that some will abuse what is essentially a God-given gift (the ability to continue the propagation of our species) shows that everything is meant to be in balance, but some want more than is decent or kind.
But, here’s the thing, it doesn’t just happen to women. Sexual predators abuse young men, too. Which all goes to show that they aren’t picky about where they stick it.
When I was ten years old, I was molested by a youth who was just 16. He had a very big dick. It hurt. And I bled. Does that mean I should hashtag, too?
The one thing it definitely did for me was helped me to choose to be heterosexual and to be a gentle man, too.
But am I a victim? No. Nor should any of the rest of you. We all have our pain, regrets and memories (good and bad). Don’t let this keep us from being united.
Don’t let it divide us, please.