"Georgia Republicans bundled over a dozen measures that targeted the state’s transgender residents into omnibus packages in a desperate attempt to get them passed. In a stunning defeat for the GOP, every single one of them failed.
Legislators gutted bills that had passed through committee and instead stuffed them full of their anti-LGBTQ+ wishlist items.
Bills that would ban transgender students from playing on teams aligned with their gender identity, ban transgender students from bathrooms aligned with their gender identity, opt parents into notification for every book a student checks out of the library, bar sex education before sixth grade, make all sex-ed classes opt-in and expand obscenity laws to make it easier to ban books with LGBTQ+ content all failed.
“MAGA politicians in Georgia tried it all in service to their anti-LGBTQ+ agenda,” said Human Rights Campaign Georgia State Director Bentley Hudgins, “including silencing debate and gutting unrelated, popular bills that had bipartisan support to ram through policies that would have put young LGBTQ+ Georgians in harm’s way. They failed.”
“It’s undeniable that the tides are shifting, both here in Georgia and across the nation,” Georgia Equality executive director Jeff Graham added. “Anti-LGBTQ actors are losing their political power, and more and more Georgians who know and love LGBTQ people are standing up against their baseless fear-mongering.”
In Florida recently, nearly two dozen anti-LGBTQ+ bills were defeated in the wake of Gov. Ron DeSantis‘s (R) presidential campaign implosion, dozens of measures in Virginia were tabled [Note: In the US, "tabled" means "shelved" or "taken out of consideration - the opposite of its meaning in the UK and other places], and Ohio’s governor backed off his attempt to restrict gender-affirming care access for transgender adults and minors.
Meanwhile, in D.C., Democrats successfully excised 50 anti-LGBTQ+ provisions in the two budget bills passed and signed by President Joe Biden to fund the federal government.
Even Fox News has been forced to acknowledge transgender issues are among the lowest-priority concerns among voters."
-via LGBTQ Nation, April 1, 2024
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Watching people argue over tipping culture is just wild because the only two arguments presented are "pay the servers a living wage to begin with" and "servers actually make like 40$ an hour and you're killing them by guaranteeing a wage instead of letting them get tips."
My ass was queer in the South working at an IHOP making $2.14 an hour and going home with about 35$ a SHIFT on average, and it was NOT because I didn't do a good job. I had no idea I was queer at the time, I just had short hair and by god that was enough. Everyone else could smell it on me. My coworkers were pulling in 80, 100 every time I turned around and I was in college killing myself over paychecks that didn't cover my gas for the whole week. I begged to be allowed to host because they got the guaranteed $7.50 an hour.
I think it's stupid that restaurants are inflating prices by adding 20%-plus gratuities on checks and then saying that's not a tip. Like, I don't think this is being handled well and it feels like malicious compliance/like customers are meant to resent the servers and the idea of a fair wage for them, but I very much believe servers should not be paid a base rate of subminimum wage. That shit fucking sucks.
Your personality and your human face being the basis by which people decide if you eat tonight or make your rent is some horseshit. That's the bottom line.
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~some angsty father/son Georgia and Texas that I came up with~
⚠️TW⚠️: s3lf h4rm, characters may or may not be OOC
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Around 10pm:
Georgia walked all throughout the statehouse, seemingly looking for something. He wasn’t looking for something, he was looking for someone. And that certain someone was Texas. Texas had been acting kinda strange and stand-offish all day. Like at the meeting, he was oddly quiet and didn’t get into a fight with California or Oklahoma, and only spoke if he was directly asked something by Gov. Even then, it was a very quick and subtle answer, such as a head nod/shake or a quiet "Yea/Nope".
He didn’t even go bother Alaska ONCE that day. And when Kentucky and Tennessee asked if he wanted to go to the bar with him, he said that he didn’t want to (politely ofc), which he almost never said no to. Texas had been overall pretty quiet that day and something felt incredibly off about him. So that’s why Georgia was gonna go find his son friend and figure out what was wrong.
He walked into the South’s lounge area (with the kitchen, living room, dining room, ect….) and saw Texas leaning on the kitchen island whilst scrolling through his phone.
"Hey Tex." Georgia greeted, noting the lil’ jump that the Lone Star State gave, and how he wasn’t wearing his usual flannel, but instead a black hoodie.
"Oh- uh- Hey Georgia….” Texas greeted back with a small smile before turning back to his phone.
"Hey I wanted to talk to you about somethin’, if that’s alright with ya." Said the older.
Texas set down his phone on the island and turned to the shorter male with a smile. "Sure. What’s up?"
Georgia sighed a bit. "Is everythin’ alright?"
The taller gave him a confused expression, but Georgia could see a hint of nervousness in his son’s friend’s eyes.
"You’ve been acting strange and quiet all day." The older said.
"Oh- Everythin’s alright, ya don’t hafta worry Geo." Texas said with smile. Georgia noticed how the taller had started fidgeting with hands.
"Are ya sure?" questioned the Peach State with a bit of a judgmental expression on his face.
"Y-yup." Texas said, his eyes flicking back and forth a bit.
"Tex, bud, ya know ya can tell me anythin’ right?" Asked the older.
"Mhm! E-everythin’s alright. Now um- I just r-remembered that I think I left the shed open, so I better go check. G’night Geo!" Texas said and started making a beeline for the stairs that lead to the main floor. He didn’t make it far though before Georgia grabbed his wrist and a wave of pain went through his arm and he cried out slightly.
"Texas wai-" Georgia started, but cut himself off when he heard the cry escape Texas. His eyes widened slightly and he gasped a bit and let go of Texas’s wrist. "Oh my god- I’m so sorry- a-are ya hurt?"
"I-it’s fine, a-a-and no I’m not hurt." said the Lone Star State with a nervous glint in his eyes.
"Then what was tha-" Georgia started ask before once again, cutting himself off. Now he possibly understood what had hurt the taller state. So he then said,"Texas show me your wrists.", knowing that if his suspicions were correct, then Texas would not comply.
"No. I told you I’m fine." Said the younger with a stubborn expression on his face. Yup. That confirmed his suspicions.
In a quick motion, Georgia managed to grab the taller’s hand and roll up his hoodie sleeve, revealing several small cuts littered all over the younger’s forearm. Some looked old, as in they had already somewhat stopped bleeding and some looked new enough that they were still bleeding. The older state’s heart broke at the sight. He looked up at his son’s friend’s face and his heart broke a little more at the amount of sadness and guilt that was in Texas’s eyes, a type of look that he had not seen on the Lone Star State’s face since he was a little girl that had run away from the land of Mexico that she called home.
"I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…." He heard Texas mumbling under his breath. He quickly pulled the taller into a tight hug. Georgia could feel the tension in Texas’s body slowly leak away. Did he care that there was now tears and blood on his shirt? No. All that mattered at the moment was the fact that his son friend was crying and had hurt himself. All that mattered was comforting the younger.
Georgia walked Texas over to the couch and sat him down. "Aight Tex, please stay here for a minute while I go grab the first aid kit." He waited till Texas gave a small nod and then went to go grab the first aid kit.
Texas looked down at the floor sadly. ‘Godd*mit why couldn’t I just stop myself….Now I’m wasting Papa’s Georgia’s time all because of my stupid f*ckin’ emotions….God I’m so weak and useless why the he// does this d*mn country even want me here….’ He got so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Georgia came back until he heard the older snap his fingers in front of his face. He came to with a slight jump and looked at Georgia who had a pitiful- no- worried look on his face.
"Can I have your hand, bud?" asked the Peach State, smiling slightly when Texas complied. It wasn’t long before both of Texas’s wrists were bandaged. The two sat in silence for a bit before Georgia spoke up. "So do ya wanna talk about it? It’s perfectly fine if not, I ain’t gonna make ya."
The older state waited till Texas shook his head no to ask, "Can I hug you?", and smiled when when the younger nodded his head slightly. He grabbed the younger gently and pulled him into a laying position and wrapped his arm around his torso. He started gently running a hand through Texas’s hair, grinning when the younger leaned into his hand with a content sigh. At this point, Texas was pretty much asleep. Georgia leaned down and planted a fatherly kiss on top of Texas’s hair and mumbled, "G’night kiddo…." before turning a bit so he could properly hold the taller.
Right before he fell asleep, he could have sworn he heard a near-silent, "Buenas noches, Papá…."
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a poem about mummy issues
We are like the petals of a rose.
From your very inner core, I emerge and I
split open your petals and you
rip yourself apart to make room for me and you
tear at the seams with thread that holds together mutilated flesh.
I am red and thick, like velvet.
I draw in doting fingers, which stroke and
long to be rough but can’t,
for fear of ruining something so delicate and new.
You sit on the outside,
on the margins,
and you are plagued with the yellowish green of sickness.
Fingers, which softly graze my innards,
will strip away your petals,
which are wrinkled and frail;
coiled in at the edges,
like a scrunched-up child,
preparing for a blow that they know awaits them.
Imagine you never tore yourself apart for me,
imagine - as I sit, bedded in warm folds,
no room is made for me.
You will never become frail,
and I will sit inside,
waiting to touch light;
waiting to stretch and extend, and no longer be scrunched, expectant.
Imagine I would be engulfed in your darkness
and as I grow, as I yearn to my stroked,
you will close in, and
velvet will crumple and crease.
very yonic georgia o'keeffe fiona apple 'your mum also had dreams and aspirations too' core
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