Blurred lines... A great jump off point for a blog.. I had my own blurred lines .. They were tickling and teasing.. Made me feel central and important ... Loved .. But I was confused.. Why did such good feelings end with hands down my pants or under my shirt? .. Surely I had nothing of value at 10? However it was where it almost always ended.. Was this my value? "Blurred lines"... I say almost .. As if that were true .. At first yes that's where it ended .. If someone else appeared it would .. End with sarcasm and malicious jabs leaving me reeling.. What had I done to anger them? "Blurred lines"... Then it stopped ending there a year later .. A father figure ( using the term loosely) would go further .. Molesting and threatening .. Always living with an edge of fear .. Something would happen to other family members unless I kept the peace .. Besides .. I "liked it... Didn't I?" "Blurred lines"....No as a matter of fact .. No.. No I didn't .. I never approved.. Encouraged nor liked it. Did it matter that I had a voice? No no it never.. "Blurred lines" ...
I believe there are some who have already stopped reading.. Why? It's an uncomfortable subject.. We don't discuss these things... Why? I would put money on it everyone knows someone who has been molested however they may or may not know it.. Maybe if Robin Thicke were to sing it and Miley Cyrus were to bump and grind her ass against someone's pelvis and it had a catchy tune.. Well then it would be a big hit.. But the message would be changed to something like "she wants it.. She's only 10 and she loves it.. Give it to her" "Blurred lines".. Don't blow smoke at me and tell me I'm on fire.
I'll tell you where the blurred lines are.. In the messages that we are giving children .. That it's taboo or bad to speak about the unspeakable unless it sells... that it's acceptable to place a value on an invaluable human being
As I tell my story I cry.. These are my blurred lines
And this is my voice...
Tell your story, it may not only help you, but it may help many, many more. Too many little girls are molested by people they are suppose to trust, and too many people turn a blind eye. Cry as much as you have too, but tell your story, I believe it's been wanting to come out for a long time. We may be miles apart, but I care about you, and want nothing but the best future for you that you can have. *HUGS*
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