William Di Angelo

and look what he said

update:

What this guy did was he let two young couples who wanted to have sex away from their parents’ eyes into his house. Here’s a “statement of the facts” from an appeal after he was convicted:

“Fourteen-year-old Stephanie was dating 18 year-old Timothy Cutshall; fifteen-year-old Rachelle was dating 23 year-old Chris Hall.  On the night in question, Hall and Cutshall asked the defendant to let them use his house for a liaison with the girls. The girls lied to their parents about where they were going, went to the defendant’s house, and had sex with Cutshall and Hall; the defendant never had sex with either girl.

“The evidence was in conflict as to whether the defendant knew that the girls were underage.  There was no evidence that he knew they were younger enough than the men to render their otherwise consensual intercourse statutory rape.  Finally, there was no evidence that he knew that the girls did not have their parents’ permission to go to his house. Nonetheless, the defendant was convicted of aiding and abetting statutory rape, second degree kidnapping, and taking indecent liberties with children.”

Peter B. Parker

Gwen Stacy

Spiderham

Miles Morales

Peni Parker

Peter Parker

Spiderman Noir

so i used something called infinite jukebox to cut out every other beat of this song and

well

here ya go

if I *SLAM*, well I nonna be, wanna be who geks to you. if I heh, ay I nonna be,  wanna be who’s into you.

but hwn wive head manna ood wive hun, must’ve done mcwhaff an’ puff aodood.

when I’m wock, yes I nonna be,  nunna be who’s wock for you. an’ na mungeh, well then fuck I do, I subley plin to you.

an’ I clankahoe I nunna be, unna be who coal to you. if I brokhe, well I nonna be, unna be who’s cold with you.

but wood wive hen manna hood wive hun, musta dub mcwhaff an’ *bloop* muff aonouds

nahnahnah, dahdahdah, nahnahnah, dahdahdah, dladadadadadadadah nahnah*bloop*nah, dahdahdah nahnahnah, dahdahdah,  dladadadadadadadah (hoh!)

when I’m luh’, well I nunna be,  onna be who’s without you. when I’m drmp, well I nunna dream, unna drink a pint with you.

AAH KWENG! well I nonna be, ‘nna be new good with you. an’ I cluddag! yes I nonna be,  ‘nna be who cob with you, gonna avish coooomb wi’ you.

but ood wive hung manna *bloop* ood wive hem yes the *bloop* dung man whaff an’ luff aonood

dahdahdah, dahdahdah, nahnahnah, dahdahdah, dladadadadadadadah (ayy) dlahdahdah, dahdahdah, dahnahnah, nahnahnah, dladadadadadadadah

dahdahdah, dahdahdah, dahdahdah, dahnahnah, dladadadadadadadah (eh) nahnahnah, dahdahdah, nahnahnah, dahdahdah, dladadadadadadadah

All Star but it’s in a minor key so it makes you question life and realize the years start comin and they don’t stop comin

aka, the theme song to Shrek 9: Shrek’s Third Divorce

Imagine that your partner has been hitting you. Yelling at you. You’ve been married for a few years, you’re both in your 30s, you have a little daughter, and everything you do seems to be wrong. You’ve been made fun of, mocked and belittled by your partner. 

But you need them, because you can’t take another failed relationship. You can’t be alone again, and they’ve got you convinced that all the beatings and scratches and scrapes are your fault.

You tell your friends and they laugh. No matter how many bruises or cuts you show them, it’s still your fault, so you hide them. You feel trapped, but you don’t feel like you can escape. You’re convinced that you’re just locking yourself in.

And you see online one day an article. Someone else went through what you have. They got the cuts, the bruises, the scratches. You see that here is hope and freedom from these beatings. The physical and emotional pain can go away, there is someone there to help!

So you write down a list of 10 abuse victim hotlines, for people being abused. And you call them one by one.

If you were a man:

6 of those hotlines would refuse to help because of your gender.

3 of those hotlines would refer you to or give you a number to a hotline dealing with people that abuse and are looking to stop.

1 of those hotlines would help.

Out of those 10, 2 of those would also laugh at you or say you deserved it.

If you were a woman:

10 of those hotlines would help.

Abuse is very scary, but what seems scarier to you; being abused, reaching out and getting the help you need, or being abused, reaching out and getting laughed and turned away over 60% of the time because of who you are?

Only 8% of men who call abuse hotlines find them ‘very helpful’ and get the assistance they need.

Just to add some quotes found in the study from men who tried to seek help:

• They laughed at me and told me I must have done something to deserve it if it happened at all.

• They asked how much I weighed and how much she weighed and then hung up on me…I was told by this agency that I was full of BS.

• They accused me of trying to hide my “abuse” of her by claiming to be a victim, and they said that I was nothing more than a wimp.

• They didn’t really listen to what I said. They assumed that all abusers are men and said that I must accept that I was the abuser. They ridiculed me for not leaving my wife, ignoring the issues about what I would need to do to protect my six children and care for them.

So when I see posts like this I reblog them instantly.