SlutWalk London

We went out to Downing Street in our underwear today! SIGN OUR...

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 15:50:00 -0500

We went out to Downing Street in our underwear today!

SIGN OUR PETITION: TELL THE AUTHORITIES TO PROTECT ALL RAPE SURVIVORS AND PROSECUTE RAPISTS!

Why were we there?

Only 7 out of every 100 reported rapists are convicted. The other 93 go free.

SlutWalk wants justice for the thousands of rape survivors who were told by the police and courts that they were dressed too provocatively, they didn’t scream loudly enough, they were too drunk or too young or too mentally ill to understand what had happened to them, they must have consented because the rapist was their (ex) husband or (ex)boyfriend, they were sex workers and should be prosecuted rather than their attackers, they were asylum seekers and should be sent back to the detention centre or deported.

As women we know that the justice system will not protect us from sexual and domestic violence. When rape is reported, police often: dismiss or downgrade the complaint, lose or fail to collect evidence, refuse to interview witnesses or make arrests, and blame the victim (usually a woman or girl) rather than the rapist. Some victims are discriminated against because they are women of colour. Some victims are even accused of lying, prosecuted and imprisoned while their attackers go free.

It does terrible things to people when they don’t get justice. Without justice there is no protection for you, your friends or family – whoever got away with it and others like him will expect to get away with it again. There is no confirmation that what happened to you was wrong and wasn’t your fault, no closure. You are left with an open wound. And you are more vulnerable to being raped again as police are more likely to disbelieve you if you have reported attacks in the past.

Police, lawyers and judges need to realise that it could be their daughters, wives, girlfriends or themselves receiving this treatment.

What can we do to get protection? And what can we do when the police themselves are the rapists, the ones who falsify statements, and the ones who accuse rape victims of lying? In the same week, it has come out that the police lied to the Hillsborough families about their loved ones in false statements, and a police officer was convicted of falsifying rape documents in order to drop cases. We want all such injustices exposed and stopped.

By marching again this year, we are letting the authorities know that we will not go away until they take rape seriously by thoroughly investigating and prosecuting, so that more rapists are convicted, men generally are discouraged from sexual violence, and women get the safety and justice we deserve. We all have a right to live free from the fear of rape.

SlutWalk London: Rape Survivors Speak Out WE ALL WANT JUSTICE...

Sat, 09 Feb 2013 12:38:00 -0500

SlutWalk London: Rape Survivors Speak Out

WE ALL WANT JUSTICE AND PROTECTION FROM RAPE. Sign our petition to protect all rape survivors and prosecute rapists.

“We got told that he would be arrested 2 weeks after I made the allegation. It took 4 months. In that time they called me in and the detective sat me down and asked me how a teenage child could understand what rape was and that I had to take responsibility for my actions that night.”

“You feel that if I report this, where am I going to live? How am I going to survive? Who is going to look after me? Because the government has already washed their hands of me. When you do get the courage to report, the first thing you get when you go to the police station is ‘what is your status?’ Then they’re calling the UK Border Agency. Before you know it you’ve been raped, you’ve been sexually violated, and you find yourself in the back of the van back to the detention centre.”

“I don’t like the term victims because we’re still here. We are survivors. Every day we are getting out of bed - or sometimes not - but every day we are making it through another day and that makes us strong and it makes us survivors.”

A film by SlutWalk London with Women Against Rape and Black Women’s Rape Action Project, and the English Collective of Prostitut es.

‘Every rape survivor needs compassion, not...

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 13:32:00 -0500

‘Every rape survivor needs compassion, not detention’ - young girl holding a sign at SlutWalk London 2012.

"i suffered a serious sexual assault whilst serving in the British Army by 2 other serving soldiers..."

Thu, 11 Oct 2012 18:53:50 -0400

“i suffered a serious sexual assault whilst serving in the British Army by 2 other serving soldiers in my unit. i reported this but was made to sign a letter that i dint want to proscute the soldiers involved. I was told by the interviewing officer it was my fault this had happened. i suffered bullying afterwards and forced out the Army as i was classed as a trouble maker. The Army then covered up m complaints of bullying and still havent dealt with my complaints regarding bullying 8b years after i submitted them to my chain of command. i later have since recieved a statement from a senior ex military policemen that my complaints were covered up by the chain of command in whitehall. My case is similar to Anne Marie Ellement who sadly took her own life.”

- Donna Rayment on why she signed our petition. Please sign it yourself to show your support for justice for all rape survivors.

"Diversity and inclusivity was the order of the day. We heard the story of young women who had..."

Thu, 11 Oct 2012 18:50:44 -0400

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Diversity and inclusivity was the order of the day. We heard the story of young women who had struggled with the justice system after being raped; the story of a mother whose daughter had been raped at the age of 16, and whose rapist had got away with it; the story of a trans woman battling with the constant discrimination and threat of sexual violence; stories about women with disabilities being denied their rights; stories about how sex workers face prosecution from the police instead of protection; the story of a gay man who had been raped, and dismissed by the homophobic police officer he reported it to. Two excellent poets also recited their work, injecting an upbeat note into the atmosphere. For me, the most harrowing but moving account came from a woman from the Caribbean, who had immigrated to the UK. She spoke about how she and her daughter had been raped and beaten up by a group of men, who forced her to smuggle drugs into the UK. If she did not do so, they warned, they would kill both her and her children. With no choice, she complied, only to be arrested in the UK and sent to prison for 9 years. She was subject to rape again in the UK, reported it, and faced discrimination and racial abuse, with her immigrant status used against her. In the end, her rapist got off scot-free. Despite all this, her strength and courage were astounding. To this day, she continues to fight against rape and for justice for rape survivors, and proclaims, “No matter what they do to me, I will not give up! I will keep fighting.”

Ultimately, this diversity made Slutwalk London a big success. It drove home the message that, when it comes to sexual violence, we are all in this together, regardless of class, immigration status, race, sexuality, being able or disabled, cis or trans. We may not all agree as to what should best be done with the word ‘slut’, but we are united in the notion that we must not allow it to be a word that is used to divide us, with ‘respectable’ women at one end and ‘loose’ women on the other. Because our sexual activity, or lack of it, is irrelevant. And no woman deserves to be raped.

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- Crates and Ribbons: Account of SlutWalk London 2012

Why I am marching

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 18:38:03 -0400

I’m marching because my body is MINE and I can wear what ever I chose to.

I’m marching for all those girls in abusive relationships that never leave and never call it rape and never report it.

I’m marching because my father hasn’t spoken to me in over two years because I’m a “slut” and “sex slave.”

I’m marching for all those ignorant men out there who blame women for men’s vile actions. We blame ourselves anyway. We judge ourselves and chastise ourselves and hurt ourselves.

I’m marching for the deputy head at my CATHOLIC SCHOOL that told me “don’t start things you can’t finish.” Reassuring words to tell a traumatised teenager. What hurts more is that I know she has experienced the same thing.

I’m marching for them not removing him from my classes and moving me instead to lower sets, even though I’m more intelligent than him, further instilling the idea in other’s minds that I’m at fault, I’m to blame and I’m a liar.

I’m marching for all those women whose cases are swept under the carpet by people in positions of power, people who are supposed to help us.

Every day I am angry. Even in my dreams I am livid.

He took all my power away.

He took away my peace of mind.

He took away the control I felt I had over my body.

I will wake up every day and I will live and I will survive this because it has not and will not kill me. I was a victim once but that doesn’t mean that’s my label forever. I am not a slut and I am not a victim. I am a human being who was hurt and is hurting and I’m doing my damn best to heal.

I have never been able to write this down and even though it has caused a lot of tears writing it, I’m glad that Slut Walk has given me a reason to.

No one should have the power to silence us.

READ THIS WHOLE PIECE UNDER THE CUT - MAJOR CONTENT WARNING FOR RAPE

I’m marching because I am a survivor. I was 15 and he was the first real boyfriend I ever had. I loved him; the way you do when you’re 15 and everything is intense.

We were together for about 6 months, but I’d loved him for much longer and been on and off with him for about a year. I’ve always been unpopular to say the least and he is loved. He is still loved and will probably always be loved.

I wanted to be a ‘good Christian’ and not have sex with him, and I made my feelings on the matter very clear. But that didn’t stop me from going to his house and engaging in other sexual activity because those were my boundaries and I was comfortable with them and trusted him with them. I went to his house at least once a week after school and I was happy. I think it hurts the most admitting how very deeply happy he made me. I felt loved and safe and accepted in a way that I’d never been before and haven’t been since.

I had always told myself that rape is when you’re walking down an alley and it’s a stranger and it’s violent and you know to be scared. I had always equated rape as being a fate worse than death. I’d always thought that if I were in such a situation I would know to fight and scream and run. Those were things I’d been told and what I believed.

One day I went to his house and he held me down and even though I was wriggling around, like a worm and saying NO it just didn’t matter to him. In the beginning I thought he was joking. Then it was all happening and it was like I was looking down at myself and watching it happen and I couldn’t stop it and I couldn’t understand it. I’d bought him these joke handcuffs for a valentine’s gift among other gifts and he used them to chain me to his bed railings. I didn’t cry or scream. I just wriggled around and said “no” again and again and again.

He stopped in the middle, while he was still inside me and said “sorry”.

That’s when it clicked in my head that everything was WRONG and he was apologising for doing something evil and I was a victim and I refused to be. I went into the deepest denial I have ever been in. I went home and had a shower and cried for hours and hours and scrubbed my skin until I bleed. I felt contaminated and dirty and full of so much shame. Over two years have passed since then, I’m 17, but I still have days when I feel the same.

I called it, “that unfortunate incident” and banned him from apologising for it almost immediately. He sent a sorry email, calling it “technically rape”. I told my closest girl friend at the time the day after and she reprimanded me for struggling me so much, saying that because I loved him it couldn’t be rape and “shit happens” and that the next time it would all be better. We escaped ever seeing the severity of his actions by never calling it “rape.” I allowed it to be trivialised and I buried the memory.

I didn’t leave him. If I left that would mean acknowledging truths I wasn’t able to face and the fact was that I still loved him so unequivocally and stupidly that I felt crippled by it. Having battled intense bouts of depression for many years since puberty began, what followed was the darkest depression I have ever had. It’s as if my mind came apart of the seams, hours of me trying to piece together and understand my feelings and reckless actions. I looked for all kinds of other explanations to justify my distress because I’d completely blocked the memory of it and it was only a few weeks later. After much self-destruction aimed at scaring him and pushing him away and hurting him but not really understanding why I was so angry, he left me.

I went a woman from my church and told her. I wanted God to forgive me and make me clean again. I thought I was going to hell, even though I was actually living in it. I just wanted to someone to tell me it’s not my fault. Due to some child protection regulations she got the police involved, which then got my family involved, but of course amounted to nothing but more pain for me. If I were to pursue this they told me I was an unreliable witness and my chances of it amounting to anything were slim and I knew having to go over and over it would only cause more damage especially if chances were he’d never be convicted and it would never get to court because there wasn’t enough evidence. I looked like a “bitter ex girlfriend”. The rumours around school of our break up of course began to circulate; I was just a “crazy slut” among other harsh labels I’d never be able to shake.

I tried to kill myself, and was hospitalised which would ultimately lead to years of therapy that is yet to extinguish my guilt and shame.

I’m marching because my body is MINE and I can wear what ever I chose to.

I’m marching for all those girls in abusive relationships that never leave and never call it rape and never report it.

I’m marching because my father hasn’t spoken to me in over two years because I’m a “slut” and “sex slave.”

I’m marching for all those ignorant men out there who blame women for men’s vile actions. We blame ourselves anyway. We judge ourselves and chastise ourselves and hurt ourselves.

I’m marching for all those women whose cases are swept under the carpet by people in positions of power, people who are supposed to help us.

Every day I am angry. Even in my dreams I am livid.

He took all my power away.

He took away my peace of mind.

He took away the control I felt I had over my body.

I have never been able to write this down and even though it has caused a lot of tears writing it, I’m glad that Slut Walk has given me a reason to.

No one should have the power to silence us.

Women of Colour Speak Out for SlutWalk

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 15:45:00 -0400

We are delighted to be joining women, girls and our supporters of all ages and backgrounds at SlutWalk in London, part of global protests against rape and victim-blaming. As we prepare to join, we we’re circulating a response to Black Women’s Blueprint, the US group that discouraged Black women’s participation, though women of colour on every continent joined or organised marches. This Saturday 22 September we aim to bring out our experience fighting rape by landlords, police, soldiers, immigration officials, security guards, clients, employers, boyfriends, partners. We think that thousands of women publicly identifying as “sluts” is a piece of power against rapists and other attackers who use the excuse of what we wear and how we look to dismiss violence against us. We hope to see you there!

Women of Colour @ Global Women Strike UK and US

"I want to march because I want to be able to walk home at night without being afraid of rape. I want..."

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 15:06:06 -0400

“I want to march because I want to be able to walk home at night without being afraid of rape. I want to march because I am fed up of being judged based on how I dress. I want to march because I have had three men force themselves upon me in some way or other and each time I left blaming myself. I want to march because I cannot leave the house without being harassed by several men. I want to march because I feel the need to protest to these strangers that I am a lesbian in the hope they will leave me alone (even though I am actually bisexual, I am just scared of them). I want to march because I have been followed down the street by the same men who insist I “just need a good cock”. I want to march because my parents tell me that “if [I] dress like a slut, then [I am] asking for it”. I want to march because I believe that I am the only one with the rights to my body. I want to march because I have many male friends who restore my faith in the male gender, but do not understand that I have to think about rape on a daily basis. I want to march against every man who thinks that grabbing girls on the street outside clubs is in any way acceptable. I want to march for the male victims who suffer in silence. I want to march for every single time I have been terrified of rape. I want to march because I am glad I have not had a worse experience than my current ones. I want to march in case one day I do.”

- Kitty, 18

"Because as a 57 year old I am appalled that nothing seems to have changed in the last 40 years with..."

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 15:01:48 -0400

“Because as a 57 year old I am appalled that nothing seems to have changed in the last 40 years with regard to our society’s willingness to protect young women from sexual assault.

From the age of 15 to 17 - I was with a boyfriend who regularly forced me to have sex with him and humiliated me by calling me a slut. I felt unable to do anything about it because I had willingly had sex with him in the beginning of the relationship and I guess I thought that made me a slut.

Over the years I have heard many, many stories from other women about their experiences of rape and sexual assault. Hearing those stories helped me feel that I wasn’t alone in this experience. It has also made me feel really angry that a small minority of predatory men are getting away with abusing women because of our societies hang-ups around sex and particularly female sexuality. I also find it really disturbing that for all the stories I have heard from other women – not one of these women reported their assault to the police.

I am going to the march to show my support for the brave, beautiful, courageous young women who are organising the event and have the courage to speak out. I am also doing this for my 17 year –old self who couldn’t speak out all those years ago.”

- Why I am marching

Why I am marching

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 14:54:26 -0400

I will be marching anyway because no woman deserves to be raped and rape-culture does nobody any favours. Not women, not men: not anyone.

I did not deserve to be raped by my boyfriend almost three years ago because I said no to sex. He wanted me to talk to him about my previous sexual experience with a mutual friend. He wanted to get off on me taking about it. I said no. I said I didn’t want to carry on and have sex. He held me against a wall by my throat while I said no and stop and don’t and spat in my face and called me a whore.

The woman my boyfriend told me he had raped the day before I broke up with him last week did not deserve to be raped because they were all high and she was asleep and it was “just a silly game”. I had already planned to end the relationship. He had never been violent, or abusive, or threatening: he was just a bad boyfriend. After I told him it was over, he was begging me for another chance. Then suddenly he said ”funny story, I sexually assaulted someone last night” and told me he and a female friend had raped someone with an object. He told me she was asleep, and when she woke up and cried they held her down and carried on. He thought I started yelling and threw him out of my house because he had cheated on me, and said it wasn’t sex it was a joke, a silly game, just fun. He said it wasn’t rape because afterwards she said it was funny. Then he said it wasn’t a sexual assaut, it was all consensual, and I am over-reacting. But he still started the story by telling me “I sexually assaulted someone”. He still said “funny story, I sexually assaulted someone”. He still explained the assault with enough clarity and vivid detail for me to believe it was a real event, and the way he explained it at first was real: and his back-tracking that he only said “sexual assault” as a joke was just because when I started screaming he started to realise what he had done was wrong. And I have reported him to the Police.

I am speaking to rape crisis counsellors again to deal with the shock and fallout in my life. He knew that I was a rape vicitm. He knew I was sexually assaulted when I was 14. He knows I am an outspoken feminist and a decent human being and that I would not find “funny story, I sexually asaulted someone ” funny. Not even if it was just as a really bad joke.

Sexual assault is not a joke. Rape isn’t funny.

No-one deserves to be raped. And no-one deserves to live in a society where people say it was it was okay to rape me becasue I had had sex with that man before, or it was okay to rape someone because it was “a silly joke and not about sex” or even to say “I only told you I sexually assaulted someone as a joke”.

Thank you for organising this event.

I did not report

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 14:45:00 -0400

I did not report… because I used to love him, because I still cared about him, because - after many a “No!” - I told him to get that condom…

I did not report because I was wearing my shortest short skirt and my fuck-off don’t fuck with me heels, because being cuddled by him felt like one of the safest places in the world. Because crashing at an old friend’s and ex-boyfriend’s seemed far safer than braving the two night buses and the street where the scary boy follows me home every so often.

I did not report because I was angry at me. I felt that he had betrayed my trust, but that I had got me raped. Or assaulted. Or taken advantage of. Or whatever that grey area is between consent, non-consent and acquiescence. I felt that I had not been there for me.

I still replay the night in my head. I could have left. I have a phone and one can find taxis even in Hackney. I could have moved to the sofa. I… There was no physical violence here, no threats. But

there were words - some angry, years worth of feelings and the fundamental schock of saying No! and having that ignored. It takes two, except when it doesn’t.

Intellectually, i know all I need to know, and yet I do not understand. I know that women tend to appease rather than fight. I know that I am stuck in typical circles of self-blame. Yet…

I did not understand. I still do not understand. He - he who once loved me; he - he who thinks he’s a feminist; he - he knew I was in pain. That bears repeating because it is the one conversation I just cannot rationalise. He knew I was in pain and still…

It finally happened. Seemingly faced with a road with no peaceful exit I did the unthinkable. I was stuck. And I did not fight back. “Why don’t you.. Why don’t you just get a condom …”

I am known for being bolshy, for being feisty, for fighting the good fight. And as the 7am - or was it 5 am - light hit my groggy head, and we’d been drunk, then asleep and then we were awake again and the number of No’s! was getting embarrassing, I had fought back, and I had shouted. And then I was sorry, for one does not shout at friends; and then I tried to pacify, for I could not bear to see him upset. I gave his arm a stroke to say “we are cool, just don’t be a dick”.

And there I was, being soft and kind and warm and pacifying, not realising that for the whole of that past year his attempts to ‘be friends’ were actually attempts to claim me, to take me, to - in his own words - “to exorcise the ghost of our old relationship”, with this one last time. And as I - guard down, soft and kind and trusting - tried to use my words - again! - to extricate myself from this non-consensual exorcism - “hm, why dont you just go, go brush your teeth, you smell” - it was his turn to shout. And I was no longer there.

So as the day came, to save from this hell of a night, he raised his voice with me and I gave up. I gave in. I was not there.

This is why I do not report. It was his turn to shout. And I was no longer there.

Why I am marching

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 14:32:52 -0400

I’m marching because I am fed up with my boundaries being casually violated, especially with a friend of 10 years who recently used my BDSM orientation as an excuse for sexual assault when I emailed him to say ‘when you kissed me when I clearly didn’t want you to it wasn’t ok’.

I’m marching because I identify as a slut, as kinky, as polyamorous, as heteroflexible, as a woman, and as genderqueer and this does not mean I am up for any sexual activity, with any person, all the time.

I’m marching because my identities do not invalidate my ‘no’, nor do they mean someone doesn’t need to bother getting my ‘yes’.

I’m marching because our society would be better if rape-apologists were shunned instead of lauded, and if feminist discourse was used to teach ideas around free consent, power dynamics, privilege and entitlement in an age-appropriate way in our schools, right from Nursery.

I’m marching because when I’m not sure I ask verbally for consent to physically intimate acts and expect those I come into contact with to do the same for me.

"It took the police two and a half years to arrest/sentence the man who raped me,who stole my..."

Thu, 20 Sep 2012 16:17:30 -0400

“It took the police two and a half years to arrest/sentence the man who raped me,who stole my virginity, In that time he managed to ruin 6 other girls lives. He spend just 7 months in prison. But that isnt the worst part the fact that people posted on his Facebook telling everyone that he was innocent and that the ‘victims’ were making it up, still not being the worst part The worst part is that i still see him walking around in the streets where i use to live I am not a victim i am a survivor.”

Anonymous: Why I'm Marching

Sun, 16 Sep 2012 18:19:12 -0400

I’m marching because at 13 I lost my virginity being raped by a total stranger. I thought it was my fault for wearing a dress and not minding him kissing me.

I’m marching because I have been harassed and propositioned so many times during my school years just waiting for my school bus.

No stranger in a car, I’m not a prostitute, I’m getting the bus home from school.

No passer by, I don’t want to have sex with you, and no you can’t watch me and my girlfriend have sex.

I’m marching because I’ve been assaulted more times than I can count for the sole reason that I was alone with them and trusted them as friends or partners.

I’ll have a ride on the back of your new bike my friend, cool! Why are you stopping here? I don’t want you to touch me.

Yes my friends, thank you for the lift home, that’s very kind of you. This isn’t my house, why are you both climbing into the back with me?

Hi boyfriend! We’re going to hang out with your friends at their place? Sounds like fun! Why are you all getting undressed? I don’t want to get undressed.

I’m marching because I have been openly assaulted in public many times, in front of many witnesses, but it seemed socially acceptable.

Hi guys, hanging out at the bar again too? I don’t want to sit on your lap, let me go.

I don’t like it when you pull my top/skirt up or try to casually unbutton my clothing.

I don’t like you grabbing parts of my body while I’m waiting for drinks.

No, I don’t want to have sex with you in the bathroom.

Like every other girl out there I cannot even begin to count the times I’ve been assaulted physically, let alone mentally and verbally. I’m 27 now and still don’t have the courage and self worth needed to speak openly about any of this. I’m marching for everyone else like me.

March with us at SlutWalk London 2012, and tell us why at slutwalklondon@gmail.com

Why I'm marching on the 22nd

Sun, 16 Sep 2012 18:04:00 -0400

I have a huge problem with the misogynistic attitudes prevalent in our society. As a woman in my late forties, I have had my share of harassment; in the seventies and eighties reduced to an object, simply because I chose to dress in a certain way, and on several occasions coming close to being a victim of sexual assault. I find it appalling that thirty years later we have not progressed in changing both men and women’s attitudes towards what is acceptable for women to wear. Women have the right to wear what they want without stigmatisation and labelling. Rape is rape. It’s not quantifiable and should never be subject to the scrutiny of any women’s sexual history. I remember in the eighties having heated debates over legalised rape in marriage and was pleased that the law finally changed.

We need to move away from the insane notion that women ask for it because they’re dressed in a certain way. The reality is obvious to us; we dress for ourselves and not for men. Let’s consider the rape victims, who are not only young, but elderly, too. No one ‘asks’ to be raped. It’s time to address capitalism’s commodification of women’s bodies, patriarchal cultures built on misogyny and the issue of entitlement. This is why I’ll be marching with you.

Why I wish I could march

Fri, 14 Sep 2012 14:52:00 -0400

This year I had promised myself I would march for the women’s rights I vehemently support, and as a symbol of no longer feeling ashamed of being raped. Unfortunately, being that I have to move into university on the 22nd of September, I guess this won’t be possible. Yet the reasons for wishing to march are still the same, and I will march in future for them.

I was raped as a 15 year old by my best friend. I knew everything about this boy and trusted him. I thought it was clear that our friendship would always be a platonic one. I didn’t dress like a slut - I was a self-conscious teenager who tried desperately hard to cover what I thought was an awful figure. He invited me to listen to him playing guitar; I didn’t realize this activity would cost me my livelihood.

For years I blamed myself. I figured I had to be a bad person for this to happen to me. People that I told didn’t believe me, they too thought I must have been asking for it. The SlutWalk campaign taught me otherwise - what happened to me was wrong, and not my fault. I wanted to march to make society finally see that people don’t ask for rape, and just what an awful, life destroying thing it is.

March with us at SlutWalk London 2012, and tell us why at slutwalklondon@gmail.com

"I’m marching at Slutwalk this year because too many of my friends have been raped. I’m..."

Fri, 14 Sep 2012 14:49:28 -0400

“I’m marching at Slutwalk this year because too many of my friends have been raped. I’m marching because a good friend of mine was sexually assaulted by a police officer for being punk and transgender on the day of last year’s Royal Wedding, and because it looks like they will never face justice. And I’m marching because I have never been to a protest as friendly and sex-positive as Slutwalk London 2011.”

- Why I am marching at SlutWalk 2012

SlutWalk London Banner Making

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 13:33:42 -0400

SlutWalk London Banner Making:

Banner making for SlutWalk London 2012!

Saturday 15th September, start at 11.30am.

At Crossroads Women’s Centre - google maps link

Please bring banner material, paint and slogans!

SlutWalk Invite

Download our poster! Please share and come to SlutWalk London...

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 10:08:33 -0400

Download our poster! Please share and come to SlutWalk London 2012. We still really need funds to make this event happen, so please donate here.

EMERGENCY APPEAL FOR FUNDS

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 09:19:26 -0400

We are still short of funds for SlutWalk London 2012. We need £400 for a platform for the speakers to stand on, which is more expensive than we had thought. Please donate at bit.ly/slutwalk2012donate or share this around - it would be very much appreciated.