Respect me like you do (From fifty shades of yay!)
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Respect me like you do (From fifty shades of yay!) By Project respect’s Rhizome Youth Social Action Team #TopLeft from Jessica Pamplona on Vimeo.
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Respect me like you do (From fifty shades of yay!) By Project respect’s Rhizome Youth Social Action Team #TopLeft from Jessica Pamplona on Vimeo.
Project Respect brings together youth and adults to create awareness and dialogue about sexualized violence by encouraging critical thinking about root causes such as gender expectations and stereotypes, systems of power, and the ongoing colonization of the lands and systems we live in.
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