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End Rape on Campus (EROC) is a survivor advocacy organization dedicated to ending sexual violence through survivor support, public education, and policy and legislative reform.

We provide free, direct assistance to all survivors of gender-based and sexual violence on campus interested in filing federal complaints, organizing for change, or drawing public attention to hold their schools accountable.

We have assisted hundreds of students at dozens of schools file Title IXClery Act, and other civil rights complaints to seek justice and reform.


Re-Humanize: Words That Came With Rape Survival

End Rape On Campus

Trauma itself is a global earthquake
Relentless hands that shake your world
And when the shaking stops, it has only just begun
Because you look around and become lost in the damage:
The home of your body, it has been destroyed
Your openness to trust collapsed and your sense of safety demolished
It will take us months to count the losses
Everyday you find a new reason to grieve

So ignore them when they tell you to pick up your chin
For they are choosing ignorance in the face of the aftermath
Tell them it is not so easy to move forward
When your entire world is unrecognizable

Let’s stop saying things like: protect our boys
Let’s stop writing things like: 
“Young men with promising futures watched as their lives fell apart”
You confuse the words ‘victim’ and ‘career destroyer’
Which leaves you confusing the words ‘rapist’ and ‘victim’
And the contrast between opposites should be apparent
But I suppose you also confuse the words ‘good’ and ‘bad’

You act like these are poor confused boys whose penises got them lost
Like some broken compass that pointed them towards rape
You have this image of them lost in a forest that is our dark society
You want to give them compassion and show them the way
Teach them their wrongs
‘It is not their fault’
What a skewed image

You cannot show them the way through this mess
When they have already lit a match to shed some light on the situation
When they have already burned the entire forest down

I want to tell her
That I think she is the bravest girl in the world
For wearing her brokenness all over her skin

-Group Sessions

I have been introduced to this other species of human
With both a heart and the capacity to harm
A people who can turn their compassion on and off like a light switch
That can quiet their conscience as if they run their minds with a remote control

They are the kind of people you trust until they knock you off your feet
And the confusion hits you at the same time your back hits the floor
And you’re not quite sure which is the cause of all this pain

-The humanization of those that dehumanize 

I can choose to identify as an object
I can say I am a table
And assume that my being perceived as a table is inevitable
I can choose my actions accordingly
If I go on all fours
It is expected that someone will place more objects on top of me
As I am a table

Or I can choose to identify as a human
And so being on all fours does not necessarily mean someone will place objects on top of me like they would a table
They will likely refrain from doing so, as they see I have a face
And a heart
Like them


I can identify as someone existing within rape culture
I can change my name to: Potential Victim
And I can assume that my being raped as Potential Victim is inevitable
I can choose my actions accordingly
I can wear high collar shirts
And drink less and use a buddy system
Because I assume that my being perceived as Potential Victim is inevitable
Because I am merely Potential Victim

Or I can choose to identify as a human
I can step outside of rape culture
And say that being drunk does not necessarily mean someone will rape me
Like they would Potential Victim
I can assume that they may refrain, as they see I have a face
And a heart
Like them

-My sister’s response to her self-blaming sister

Marlee Liss is a 22 year old author pursuing her Bachelor of Social Work and teaching Yoga. She began dancing at the age of three, training competitively in Jazz, Contemporary, Hip Hop, Ballet and Tap. Attending an arts high school and choreographing for her university’s dance team, artistic expression became her main outlet for emotion and self-discovery. Wanderlust since a young age, she is grateful to have travelled Peru, Israel, Cuba, Mexico and the United States. From trekking Machu Picchu, to living on an Eco-Yoga Farm, to tree planting in British Columbia, Marlee is an avid adventure seeker.

The summer of 2016 saw Marlee living in a tent for a month, road tripping across British Columbia and working on Yasodhara Ashram celebrating Divine Femininity. When she’s not frolicking around the globe, Marlee dances Beyonce style in heels with the Army of Sass, offers workshops called “Feminism & Yoga”, and hosting screenings of empowering documentaries. Her dream is to combine social work, yoga, and women’s empowerment, preferably somewhere that features a mountain. Marlee feels that her higher purpose is to remind individuals of the divinity within themselves and within every moment.

Follow Marlee on Instagram @marleenamaslays

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