Finally some common sense news
TAIPEI (Taiwan News) — Transgender women are not eligible for menstrual leave as they do not have uteruses and do not menstruate, the Ministry of Labor (MOL) said on Thursday (Feb. 10).
CNA reported that after a transgender woman recently applied to take a menstrual day off at her company, the company was unsure of whether she was eligible and asked the local government. The local government passed the question on to the MOL, which consulted the Ministry of Health and Welfare (MOHW).
The MOHW responded to the MOL with an explanation from the Taiwan Association of Obstetrics and Gynecology (TAOG), that transgender women who have received gender reassignment surgery and officially registered their changed sex do not have uteruses and do not menstruate. Since the purpose of the menstrual leave is to provide relief to those who may suffer physical discomfort at work while menstruating, the policy does not apply to transgender women as they do not go through the experience.
According to the Act of Gender Equality in Employment, female employees may legally apply to take one day off for menstrual leave each month if they experience menstruation-related discomfort that prevents them from working. The employees do not need to provide any documentation to apply, and employers may not refuse, issue a penalty, or deem the day off as an absence that affects the employee’s attendance bonus or performance evaluation.
CNA cited the MOL as saying that there is no age limit to employees eligible for the menstrual leave, therefore older women may also take a day off each month as needed. Meanwhile, for women whose uterus or ovary has been removed due to health concerns, as long as the employee still ovulates and experiences discomfort due to hormonal changes, she is eligible for the menstrual leave.
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Inspired by Carrie Underwood’s song “Heartbeat” 1400~ words CW: hurt/comfort, heavy on the comfort. 🔥at the end, sexual acts, beware.
Kickdrum
Suddenly, A delicate pale hand was inviting Harry to stand. Emerald eyes glinted in the moonlight as well as the soft lanterns glowing around the Ministry function that night, Harry raised his head and he was met with the warm and bright pewter irises of Draco Malfoy.
Draco looked devastating in a heather grey muggle suit, accented with a dusty lavender waistcoat, pocket square, and necktie. His button down was crisp white, and the way it accentuated the column of his neck made Harry’s mouth water.
With a hard swallow, and wide eyes, Harry accepted the soft, aristocratic hand and Draco led them in a slow two step. Harry could hardly even hear the music from the function, the air was crisp on the balcony though the bourbon in his stomach kept him plenty warm; as did the slow flush growing up the former Gryffindor’s neck and cheeks.
Harry’s hot temple met with the cashmere skin of Draco’s cheek, one hand holding his waist, and the weight of their hands clasped just tightly enough.
It’s funny how no words have been exchanged, yet Harry has no questions for his counterpart. There is a comfort in his company, and a familiarity he wants to drown in. Harry looks off Draco's shoulder to the sky, confident enough in his two-step abilities not to trip up their footing. The stars are just barely peeking through that celestial blue, it crept in just overhead of the fuschia clouds, and peach gold beams from the fading sunset, drifting down beyond the mountains.
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
Draco’s milk-honey voice ghosted over the shell of Harry’s ear, and he was about to agree when he turned back only to find glittering silver eyes cutting into him so deeply, Harry feared he may bleed out on the balcony.
Rouge deepened on Harry’s cheeks, mouth agape for just a moment before snapping his teeth together. His eyelids fluttered as he sighed softly, leaning forward to rest his forehead on Draco’s shoulder.
It was never fair how much taller the other man was, even in Harry’s slightly lifted dress shoes, his cheek still rested comfortably in the crook of one delicious collarbone. His arms disentangled to wrap Draco’s middle, forcing the blond to hold Harry at the shoulders. The fabric of his blue and gold dress robes rustled when the flat of the blond’s hand rubbed up and down his back.
Eyes closed, he felt the vibrations of the soft drumbeat in Draco’s chest. It banged out a song for Harry, and he prayed to Merlin the heart that lay within still belonged to him.
Hopefully.
“I miss you..” Harry heard himself whisper.
Fingers carded through jet black curls.
“You’re still using that curl cream, I see.”
“Yeah, er I’m still getting the hang of it…”
“Your hair always did behave better for me, I suppose .”
Christ, he could hear Draco’s haughty smirk. Harry had to chuckle.
“Yeah, I s'pose it did.”
They rocked together for a few minutes more. Eyes closed, holding each other like it was just the most normal thing to do. Taking in a deep, luxurious inhale, Harry couldn’t help but hum in contentment. Draco smelled like home to Harry.A rich, expensive smell, but overlayed with a sweet buttery scent like tart crust and the earl grey tea from that little shop in Wiltshire he always stopped at on his day off.
It was really a sweet moment, one Harry wished would never end. Until he felt Draco choke back a sob, and wetness where his cheek had been resting on Harry’s ear.
“I…I miss you, too.”
Draco confessed it so quietly, Harry thought he may have imagined it
“So fucking much, Harry.”
He pulled back and cupped Draco’s face in his hands, trying to remember that last time he put on hand cream and hoped his calluses weren’t too rough on Draco’s flawless skin. The blond’s face started to get splotchy from holding back tears, his eyes red rimmed and he sniffled in an attempt to hold back his running nose..
“Draco.” He begged at a murmur. “Talk to me..please.”
Draco shook his head and pulled away from Harry, stepping to the railing. He gripped the banister with white knuckles, bowing his head to hide fat tears from Harry. Which he hadn’t needed to do, because he thought Draco was the most beautiful creature, even when he was covered in snot.
“I will always care for you, Draco.” Harry’s tone was careful and final. With his next words though, he felt the telltale hot sting behind his eyes, and his voice got high and tight. “Just…just come home to me...”
Draco’s wet gaze met him instantly, “Y-You would take me back? Why?”
A laugh barked out of Harry, expelling a stream of tears down his own splotchy cheeks. “Because I’m an idiot?”
Harry stepped closer, gingery as Draco’s eyes narrowed, “If you’re just going to humiliate me—“
“And so are you?” Harry cut him off, finishing his previous statement. He laughed again, more musically, and cupped the blond’s cheeks again, holding his face and looking so deeply into those gorgeous silver eyes like they held the answer to the universe, because to Harry, they absolutely did.
“I…am an enormous idiot.” Draco whispered, lips just brushing against Harry’s.
“Okay,” Harry whispered back, “So, we agree we are both idiots.”
Giant grins of relief and warmth and comfort broke their faces in half. Harry thought they must look ridiculous, but he just couldn’t seem to care. A surge of love crescendoed through his abdomen, up through his heart and suddenly his heartbeat was lodged in his throat.
Draco must have felt it too because before Harry can think another thought, soft lips devour him, forcing a gasp from his diaphragm. Fingers grasped at Harry’s robes while his own hands move, one to the back of Draco’s neck and the other into his perfect stupid hair.
They pulled soft moans from each other, hands moving everywhere to get them closer to one another. Mouths collide against each other, fitting together so perfectly and deepen the kiss further and further.
Finally, they broke apart with shallow gasps, flushed faces, and kiss-reddened lips stuck in big smiles.
When they returned to the function, arm in arm, their friends knew they had made up ( Finally, mate, you guys were driving us crazy.) (Thank Merlin, Potter, I couldn’t take the whinging anymore from our dear Draco.)
They left the party early and ended back at Draco’s airy flat in London. (Grimmauld was in a state of disarray Draco would have absolutely scolded him for.)
His touch on Harry’s skin was like ice to a hot pan. Humid breath poured over each other between kisses. Teeth sunk into the curve of each other’s necks. Tender kisses and caresses placed in reverence all over their bodies. Draco was pliable and soft and so so sweet, he just couldn’t stop babbling in Harry’s ear, driving him mad with want. Fuck, darling. So good for me. I love you so much. Pleasepleaseplease. Yes, Oh my God, right fucking there!
With every thrust into his lover, Harry felt like he was becoming whole again. He hooked his arms under Draco’s shoulders, holding him like a lifeline while strong legs wrapped tightly around Harry’s hips, urging him on. Now only able to manage slow, deep thrusts with their twining, he was able to edge them both right up to the precipice of ecstasy. They dangled over it, just a hair’s breadth away from that chemical explosion of colors.
Draco came undone first with just a few hurried strokes between them and Harry swallowed his cry with a long tender kiss. Harry tumbled right over the edge, moaning into Draco’s mouth when the velvet heat around his cock constricted and spasmed, milking him for all he was worth.
Harry continued to moan softly as the waves of aftershock rocked him. He mouthed at Draco’s love bitten neck, humming as those delicate hands were back to play with his curls.
“Did you really miss me, or did you just miss playing with my hair?” Harry laughed against Draco’s throat.
“Hmm, it’s a toss up. I don’t think I could choose one.”
“Tosser.”
“Obviously.”
They laughed and Harry kept kissing him, just because he could, and it just felt so right. They cleaned each other up and curled around each other before nodding off, listening to the sounds of each other breathing.
In the morning, Harry tried not to cry when he woke up to Draco’s warm grey eyes topped with sleep rumpled blond hair, and his lips dressed in a sleepy smile.
There he was, Harry’s heart.
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