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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This blog post was graciously shared with Project Respect and written by the most fabulous Jasper Malchuk Rasmussen, who was last year’s youth employee at PR. Today I went swimming for the first time since I started have the gender feels. It was a free outdoor pool (woah!), and as I was slightly drowning my…
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It’s true, men and women had and do have traditional roles in Indigenous cultures (if you have a problem with that, remember that the violent patriarchy was a construct of the colonizers). It is also true but not widely known, that before colonization, people who were queer and/or transgender were revered in most Indigenous cultures. There…
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by Lindsay, age 17 He looked me in the eyes, And brushed my hair out of my face From the way he touched my skin I knew where this was going. I’d been in this situation before: Other guys, another place, different moments. But the energy of anticipation mingled with The breathlessness of nerves Were…
Body | Contribution | Stuff | YouthDear Privileged Optional Diet Enthusiasts
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Life
By Jessie, age 17 The voices harsh and foreign eat away at my being. SLUT, WHORE, BITCH. Why? Why am I being called these names? Is it me? It must be. It’s all my fault. This dialogue burns through my mind. The thought that maybe this is all I am. It feels as though my…
