#keep your politics out of my uterus

[averageagenderjoe]

Abortion is muuuurrrrderrr, and the fetus is a perrrrsonnn, a baby’s a gift from God!—but that pregnancy is a result of your decisions, and the child is a consequence, and you should have had the protection I helped block you from getting, because I don’t actually care about you or the wellbeing of your baby, I just care about feeling like I’m doing good without actually doing good.

#us politics #roe v wade #abortion #politics #IF YOU WANT TO STOP ABORTIONS #ADDRESS THE PROBLEMS THAT LEAD TO ABORTIONS FIRST #WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH Y’ALL #Keep your fucking crosses off my body #and your politics out of my uterus #real murderers are the justices who are letting people die in their abortion bans #an abortion ban is on ALL abortions. people are not getting the help that they need

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for refusing to be a surrogate mother for my ex?

IDK if the phrasing is ok, english is not my first language and I have a headache.

This was years back but I dreamt about it a couple of nights ago so it might still bother me.

My ex(25M) and me(25F) had a 2y relationship, we had known each other since middle school but became close and dated until college.

Those 2 years were nice and lovely, I have many good memories and wish him the best.

The last months were very rough, we were having problems and we weren't communicating, I won't go deeper into that.

I didn't know he was planning to propose because marriage was not talked often or at all for that matter. So, when I cut him off, in person, well it was obviously not nice. We still talked but he was very hurt.

A year or so later he told me he wanted to talk to me in private but I kinda had a feeling so I told him whatever he wanted to say my partner would know because we talk about everything.

He was hesitant but accepted.

He revealed he had been having health issues, doctors told him he had just a few years left. What he had exactly he didn't reveal.

He told me before that, yk, dying, he wanted to have a kid but not with anyone, it had to be me. (!?!?!?)

I was... Shocked and also very worried about him, but also what?

He hurried to clarify he would pay for in-vitro procedures so he was not asking for sex, he would pay and cover any expenses, I did not have to be the kid's parent, actually that it was better if they didn't learn about me at all. Nothing would be asked of me a side from lending my uterus and an ovary.

I have to clarify he was/is very dear to me, so I was not through the initial shock of learning he would die soon.

My reaction was probably a bit intense and fucked up. I asked the following:

Why would you ask to have a kid knowing you'll be gone soon??

What will happen to our kid when you pass?

Who will take care of them?

He told me it was almost all planned, his family would take care of the kid he just wanted to experience paternity and leave "a piece of myself" behind.

I thought it was bogus.

Why make that to a kid?

I understand having a kid is a big cornerstone for lots of people but if you know your life is ending why leave a kid behind on purpose? IDK it felt wrong.

It was already WILD for him to ask me, an ex, already in a relationship and a kid, to give him a baby just out of the blue without further explanations than "I'm going to die soon".

I told him I could not answer right away , I had to talk about this with my partner. I was already leaning heavily on denying as it all felt wrong.

When talking over this with my partner I noticed I was very concerned about this not even existing kid and I would not be able to keep myself away knowing they would be orphaned prematurely. So the answer was obvious.

When meeting again I tried to be very polite, I made it clear I didn't agree with his plan and I was not going to partake in it cause I felt it was unfair for the kid.

He was clearly hurt, tried to push a bit(not violence tho) to make me understand what he was going through and how this could be beneficial for his mental health.

It all ended there, he didn't take it well and was very disappointed.

Some additional info that could be relevant, we're now on our 30's, last time I talked to him it was 2 years ago and he seemed fine but almost never answers my messages checking up on him.

Him or his family are not rich nor am I so the concern of his elderly parents having to care for the kid was also a big factor.

He was never too big on having kids when we dated, so this came very out of the blue.

So, AITA for not giving my ex a kid knowing he would die young?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #eyestrain

[soberscientistlife]

Keep your politics out of my uterus.

[lovelyrocker]

Consequences Part Five(end)

RPF

Warnings: Talk of Cheating, STD, HIV, Angst, Language, Medical Setting, Shot/Injection

Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader

Pairings: Timothee Chalamet x Reader

Word Count: 1,795

Part Four

You were sitting in the familiar office again, the smell of antiseptic thick in the air. Timothee squeezed your hand between his as his leg bounced with anxiety. You squeezed his hand between your two and he looked over at you.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You tell him with an assuring smile.

He gives a tight lipped smile back to you. His brow was pulled together with concern as you watched him take a visible deep breath. He looks down at his hand sitting in your lap, wrapped between yours. You could feel the anxiousness through him.

“You-” He looks up to you, nibbling his lower lip. “You’ll love me the same?” He struggled to keep his eyes on yours. “Won’t you?”

“Oh Timmy!” You slip your hand behind his neck and pull him to you, his forehead resting on yours. “I am not going anywhere.” You press a kiss to his forehead. “If you have this, we will figure things out.” You lift your head, making sure he is looking at you. “They have made so many advancements in the medical field when it comes to HIV.” You reached, fixing his t-shirt collar that was bunched up. “I’ve done my research.” You tap the underneath of his chin. “Now, they can take your sperm and my egg and fertilize it, then implant it in my uterus and voila, baby Chalamet. No infection passed.”

“Really?” His face softened. “They can do that?! You won’t get infected? What about the baby?”

“They learned that the infection only gets passed through the mother. So I would have to have it to pass it to the baby. You can’t pass it to the baby that way.”

“So we can still have a family?!” His voice sounded so hopeful as he said this, your heart broke and swelled at the same time.

The door opened and you both looked up at the doctor as he walked in. Timothee’s hand gripped your hand tightly. You soothingly rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb. He swallowed hard as the doctor rounded his desk.

“Hello, Timothee. Y/N.” He gave a polite nod in your direction and you returned the gesture. He sits behind his desk and looks at Timothee, clearing his throat. “I have good news and bad news, Timothee.”

“O-okay.” He looks to you then  to the doctor as if making sure you were still there..

“But the bad news is actually good news.” The doctor continues, opening the folder in front of him.

“What? What do you mean?” You ask with the shake of your head.

The doctor looks at Timothee. “Tim, you don’t have HIV.”

The relief that went through Timothee was seen and heard with the exhale of the breath he was holding. Tears were filling his eyes as he looked at you.

“But,” The doctor spoke and you and Timothee looked back at him. “You do have syphilis.”

“What?!” You both say in unison.

“A pretty advanced case, actually.” The doctor added.

“I- I don’t understand.” Timothee shook his head. “Syphilis? I don't have any symptoms of syphilis.”

“As I said, yours is pretty advanced. You’ve had it for a while, so you wouldn’t have symptoms now. You have three stages of syphilis.” The doctor began to explain, you and Timothee listening carefully. “First stage symptom would have been enlarged lymph nodes near the groin. Small, painless sores on the skin, sometimes in the mouth or sore throat. Second stage, where you are, would be small, reddish-brown sores on the skin, sores in the mouth, vagina, or anus, fever, swollen lymph glands, weight loss, hair loss, headache and muscle aches, extreme tiredness.”

“So me being so worn down wasn’t from over working?” He asked the doctor.

“That didn’t help.” The doctor explained. “This explains your earlier results and your white blood cell counts as well.”

“So you are saying when I had sore throats and what I thought were ulcers in my mouth from too much spicy food, it was syphilis?”

“More likely than not, yes.” The doctor  answered bluntly.

“And he’s been having this for how long?” You ask, looking at the doctor in disbelief.

“Hard to say how long exactly, but like I said, he is in stage two of the infection so it's been awhile.”

“Like four years ago, maybe?” You ask again.

“With these levels,” The doctor nods. “And lack of symptoms, currently, yeah.” Timothee looks back at you with guilt all over his face knowing exactly when and who he contracted it from.. “You are lucky we caught this now.” The doctor continued. “In stage three of this infection, after so many years and prolonged infection you end up with organ damage and some people have died from this.”

“What do we do now?” You look to the doctor. “How do we find out if there is damage and how do we treat it? How do we get him healthy again?”

“Luckily,” The doctor stands, walking to the opposite side of his office. “Treatment is very simple.” He grabs a pair of white gloves, slipping them on. “One injection of long-acting Benzathine penicillin G, in your buttock will cure you.” The doctor Grabs a syringe and a vial of meds. “Do you want her to step out?”

“That’s it?” Timothee asks, turning in his chair to face the doctor. “One shot and I’m cured?”

“That’s it. You will have to hold off on unprotected sex for a few weeks, but yes.” The doctor smiles at Timothee. “That’s it.”

“Hell yes!” Timothee stands, unbuckling his belt and jeans.

You grimace when the doctor injects him, seeing the clear discomfort of his face. “You okay?”

“The burn in my ass cheek is worth it knowing I didn’t fuck up everything.” Timothee tells you with soft features and relief in his eyes.

“Make an appointment with the front desk to come back in a few weeks for recheck and again in three months to repeat blood tests.” The doctor tells Timothee before he walks out.

Timothee is quiet on the drive home. You can tell his butt is sore from the shot, which the doctor said was normal. You were making his favorite lasagna for dinner when he walked through the front door. “Hey, love.” You smiled up at him. “I was just about to text you and tell you dinner was in the oven.” You shut the oven.

Timothee walks over to you and grabs you by the waist, kissing you deeply. Your rear hits the counter as you place one hand on the counter top to catch yourself and the other on his face. He has not kissed you this intimately since the night he left to go to that after party.

You bring your other hand to his face as you let him kiss your lips hungrily. “Marry me.” He whispers over your lips.

“What?” You pull away.

He backs away with his brow pulled together in worry. “I mean- I-” He shoves his hands in his pocket. “Fuck, that wasn’t supposed to come out like that.” He pushes his hair from his face, turning around. He walks away a bit then turns back to you. You’re standing there in complete confusion and shock.

“Did you just ask me to marry you by mistake?”

“I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” Timothee says as the frustration sinks into him deeper. “I- damn it. Okay, let me try this again.” He runs his hands across his face in agitation.

You grab his hands. “Baby,” He looks at you. “Breathe.” You watch him take a deep breath. “Okay now start from the beginning.” You push his hair from his face with a soft smile.

“I love you.” He says softly.

“I love you, too, baby.” You stroke his cheek.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Tim-”

“No,” He takes your hands. “Listen.” He pulls you to the living room and sits you down on the couch. “Just listen, please.” You close your mouth and nod, letting him speak. “I don’t deserve you because I disrespected you and broke your heart when I cheated. I remember when we started dating you said the one thing you don’t forgive is cheating. That it was a deal breaker for you.” He took another breath. “And yet, you were gracious enough to forgive me. To give me another chance. A chance I don’t deserve. Then you stood by me through something that most would walk away from.” His eyes began to fill with tears but he blinked them away. “I know how much I’ve messed up and how much it took for you to keep loving me. I’m- i’m not blind to how I’ve hurt you. And for you to go through that hurt alone,” He shook his head. “I am so fucking sorry, baby.”

“I know, baby.” You gently stroke his cheek with your thumb. “I know you, Timmy. I know you well enough to know you made a mistake.”

“And I am so grateful for that love.” He takes your hand and kisses your palm. “It made me realize that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That you are it for me. I thought I knew it before but now I have no doubt that you are meant to be my wife.” He looks you deep in the eyes as you try your damndest not to cry. “I’ve been looking at rings and trying to find the right time to ask. But when I walked in and saw you and- and kissed you it just-”

“Came out.” You finished with a chuckle. “You could never keep a secret, Timmy.” He laughed, looking at your hands in his. “This is as good a time as any.”

“What? To propose?” He gives a head tilt. “Without a ring?”

“No,” You chuckle. “To tell you I’m pregnant.”

“What?!” His eyes are huge.

“I- I uh- didn’t go to the doctor to get retested a few weeks ago. It was to verify a pregnancy.” You stand going to the drawer, pulling out an ultrasound picture.

Timothee takes the photos in his hand. “I- I don’t understand.”

“That night in Paris a few days before you found out.” You explain.

“You knew this whole time?” He looks up at you.

“No. I started feeling sick about two weeks ago. I thought my missed period was stress. I was too early to read in blood work. If I would have waited a week, it would have shown up.”

“So you are telling me that the quickie in the hotel room the night before the showcase?”

You nod with a giggle. “Yeah.” You push his hair from his face. “Not all consequences are bad.”

#Timothee Chalamet #Timothée #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee x readeer #RPF #Consequences #Part 5 #Part Five #HIV #STD #Angst #Language #Shots #Injections #Medical Settings #reader insert

[foxilayde]

I feel like Nathan would either be wonderful to have around family during the holidays or a complete disaster. Like he’d either be a perfect buffer for the chaos, and would let you rant about all the drama and everything that irked you, or he’d be such a fucking instigator and make everything ten times worse for you. Either way, he’s definitely feeling you up at inappropriate times (aka under the dinner table)

Your family would be fawning over this man. And He would eat that shit up. He’d get everyone the latest blue book smartphone, laptop, everything. He’d be tech Santa. He didn’t pick out any of these things or wrap them, someone else took care of that, but by the time Christmas is over, each member of your family has the latest smartest consumable goods on the market in their trunk courtesy of Nathan. Some of that shit isn’t even ON the market yet. Fit watches, waterproof ear pods, your nearest and dearest are swagged to death by this man. Which earns him the highest respect of your family.

Your father asks him to carve the roasted carcass of whatever animal your family chooses to rub with butter and make the centerpiece of the meal, and Nathan winks at you. Because he told you earlier this month that “parents love him”, and you made the fatal mistake of reacting with a laugh. He’s definitely proving you wrong. You think your parents might actually be IN love with Nathan. He agrees with your dad’s political tirade (even though he really doesn’t, but he puts on a convincing show) and he gives him some insider trading info to top it off.

Your mom would be not so subtlety hinting that Nathan should put a ring on it so you can give her grand babies and Nathan says “well I don’t need to marry her to knock her up, isn’t that right baby?” And to your horror, everyone laughs. Especially your mother. She playfully swats him with a dish towel and goes “Oh Nate!” Nate?? Nate? When did she start calling him Nate?? Nathan pulls you onto his lap and kisses your cheek. “Maybe that’ll be our Christmas gift to you next year, Mom.” MOM?! Did Nathan seriously just call your mom MOM?! To top it off, he’s having a laugh because you know this man wants neither marriage nor children!

“I’d love that Nate, good luck convincing my daughter.” Your mom shakes her head at you.

“Excuse me can we not talk about my uterus or my sex life, Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Language!” Your mom and “Nate” admonish you at the same time. You narrow your eyes at Nate.

“Traitor.” You whisper at his smiling face. He is having too much fun with this.

He’s wayyy too excited about getting it on in your childhood bedroom that night. And when you tell him to “keep it down” he’s like “why? I’m just doing what your mom asked me to.” Which earns him a playful slap to the face.

#Nathan Bateman #Christmas HCs

[meerinsel]

Samobby AU oneshot

Summary: Sam meets the troublemaker of high school, Robby, in detention

Tw: samiguel, sex mentioned, cheating mentioned

Bad boy meets princess

How could my day get any worse? I woke up late, blame my alarm that did not function due to the blackout of last night! Had to hurry, did my makeup in the car while my father drove me to school, and of course, my eyeliner looks miserable. I feel like everyone is staring at the imperfections on my face, I wonder what is wrong.

—Forget about it, Sam! Everything will get better tonight - I told myself like a mantra, trying to don’t lose my mind

—Hola nena - I feel someone hugging me from behind and saying it on my ear while I am trying to peek at the image of my face in the tiny mirror inside my locker

—Hi Miguel - he kisses my neck and inhales my perfume while I answer, as I proceed to turn around, my boyfriend raised an eyebrow looking at me

—¡Ay! What’s going on? - he asks with a concerned look

—My life is a mess today! - I start to cry, I forgot to mention that I am on my period

—Oh, don’t say that! We still have my party tonight, we will have fun, swim in the pool, and… - he pauses, looking around us and approaches my ear —maybe we can sneak into my room and play Twister a little - he gives me goosebumps

—Miguel, I love you, but I a not in the mood for a party tonight. I am sorry. - I say and his face goes from the “Amante español” to the popular jerk he can be sometimes

—What do you mean? We are dating, you are my girlfriend, and you have been avoiding me for days. What is going on? - he gets mad, it’s always like this when I reject getting railed by him

—Don’t be mad baby, I am just not in the mood, I love you. Please, forgive me. I promise I will compensate - I am ashamed to admit that I am on my period, and I fear he might get grossed out by it, which leaves me wondering if he knows that I menstruate

—Sam, we haven’t had sex in five days, I am going crazy! - he says, making me blush

—Just wait a couple more days, ok? - I start to get mad but try to keep my face the sweetest possible

—Sam, are you banging another guy? - he accuses, making me even madder

—What is wrong with you? How could you think I would ever do it? - I hold back my tears, he shakes his shoulders, folding his arms showing the tanned and veined skin of his forearms, resting his head and back on the lockers, looking hot

—I don’t know, you are being suspicious - he says and I remember the cheating ex he had, I feel sorry for him, but when he acts like this, I can sympathize with her somehow

—There is no one else, I promise - I say, feeling ridiculous

—If you say so… - he gets back up straight and leaves me there, feeling like I am a whore

I slam de door of my locker and go to gym class. There’s this important game coming and I need estou practice my moves for cheerleading. I hope to get into college with a sports sponsorship, as a cheer girl.

After fifteen minutes of class, many moves failed and me feeling self-conscious about my body all the time, I am unable to practice anymore. I feel like I have no energy at all. All I need is to bang-watch Twilight while cuddling my cat and eating junk food to feel better. I feel like my uterus is trying to kill me, and she is almost getting what she wants.

—Miss Larusso! - Coach Kreese calls my name, forcing me to move my head and look at him from the floor where I am laid.

—Yes? - I answer

—What is wrong with you? These moves are usually easy for you, but today you look lazy! - he says as I hold back my tears and wrists

—I am sorry. I don’t feel good, my cramps are killing me! - I say a little louder and less politely as I should have

—I don’t care that you have cramps! We have a competition to win! When I was in Vietnam, do you think that the enemy cared about if I had a headache or diarrhea? No! They didn’t! You need to overcome your weakness! - there he comes with the Vietnam stories.

—Oh my God! Nobody cares about Vietnam! Shut up! Shut up! Shut the fuck up! - I yell and everyone in the field stops what they are doing to watch my downfall

—Miss Larusso, detention! Now! - he yells and I almost thank God for the blessing of not doing this class

I leave the field under everyone’s watch, but I couldn’t care less! I arrive at the detention room, there are not many people in there, just a girl that is always smoking weed during the breaks, I think her name is Star, Venus, Moon, or some hippie shit like this. Of course, her boyfriend is there, she is styling his hair with some smelly paint. I take a random seat, trying to focus on don’t talking to those people. I make myself comfortable sitting with my legs at an acute angle, trying to relieve the pain in my back, and stare at the fan till I get dizzy.

—The princess of high school in detention, didn’t see that coming! - a boy says while taking the seat by my side. He smells like cigarettes and male cologne, a dangerous combination

—Shut up! - I move my head to look at him and say

—So tell me, what did you do? - he ignores me completely and asks, making himself comfortable while sitting on the chair backward, as if he is riding it like a bike. I notice his black leather jacket with a snake embroidered on a yellow circle and his name is also written, “Robby”. —Did you forget your paperwork?

—I cursed the teacher - I answer while rolling my eyes. Seriously, when all the existing men decided to annoy me today?

—Wow! Badass! - he says with a surprised face, I roll my eyes again. If I have his approval, obviously I shouldn’t have done it

—Seriously, just be quiet! I don’t wanna make this any worse! - I say, getting mad but scared about how this incident might affect my chances of getting into university

—Why so pissed? Did daddy cut off your credit card? Cuz, I mean, what else could happen to the high school princess, right? - he says with a smile, checking my body from head to toe, I blush

—Why do you care? It’s not like you know anything about my life! - I say, trying to make him stop

—I know enough - he replies, folding his arms and shaking his shoulders, never stopping smiling like the devil himself —Your favorite color is pink, you love Twilight, you are great at chemistry and every other subject…

I stay silent, asking myself how he knows so much. I have never even seen this boy before, but he seems to know everything about me.

—Oh, one more thing! - he says as gazing my body again, unashamedly examining every inch of skin that my skirt can’t cover from my thighs, it gives me goosebumps and I feel guilty due to my relationship with Miguel

—What? - I ask with my voice mad, sounding like a ranger Viking

—You look hot when you are pissed! - he says and then winks at me, I want to slap his face but I know that my report paper would not survive an incident like this

—Get lost! - I answer, sitting straight on the chair and my pain goes wildly acute, like a knife is stabbing my belly, I close my eyes tight

—What is wrong? - he asks with an eyebrow raised

—Why would you care? Leave me alone! - I say trying to hold my own body using my arms

—Are you in a girl's pain? You know, Shark week? Blood Mary days? - he asks

—How do you know? - I ask a little ashamed, it’s too intimate

—C’mon, princess, I have a mother and dated a lot of girls! I have a Ph.D. in the feminine body. - he winks again, making me roll my eyes, and then proceeds to look for something on his leather backpack

—You are so full of yourself! - I reply while remembering how Miguel knew exactly what to do when we went to bed for the first time

My brain shows me a memory of five days ago when I had sex with Miguel for the last time, but now it is Robby the face I see moaning, and sweating while slamming inside me. “Oh shit! Snap out of it!” I censor myself mentally. Robby turns back around with a proud smile and something in his hands

—Here, you can keep it. - he hands me a small piece of brownie —I was going to sell it when the director found me and the Moon right there -e points to the hippie girl —making business behind the school wall

—You are so smart for dealing candies inside the school! - I reply sarcastically, he smiles and runs his fingers through his hair, liking his lips before talking

—It works all the time - he says and I widen my eyes

—Wait, have you done it before? - I ask and he laughs out loud, showing his white teeth

—Princess, how do you think I have money? I need to work - he says and I realize I am still holding a piece of drugs

—Thank you, but I don’t want it - I hand it back to him

—Nah, you must keep it, the secret ingredient will help you with your pain - he says and winks, I can not hold back a smile

#cobra kai fanfic #cobra kai #samrobby #samrobbyau #samobby #bad boy good girl #writing prompt #oneshot #cobra Kai oneshot #samanthalarusso #samantha larusso #robbykeene #robby keene #robby x sam #sam x robby

[flower-biter]

19-25 February 2024

Just a lot of internal screaming, but in a quiet and exhausted way.

Monthly uterus horrors. Why has my body synced to the moon cycle? Full moons are weird enough already, especially this week, when apparently my “danger: do not approach” face was disabled without my awareness.

Weird corporate team building stuff. Mostly frustrating because the problem person in the group doesn’t seem to realize they’re the problem. The utter lack of self awareness would almost be funny if the rest of us didn’t have to deal with their messes and attitude all the time.

My eye exam was somehow cancelled on me???? I made this appointment in December and called to confirm and apparently it just…didn’t exist for them? And they’re booked up through May. Rage rage rage. But the next day the optometrist’s office called to offer me an optician job that I’d applied and interviewed for over a year ago that they’d ghosted me on. WHAT. (I’m not even licensed but they’re apparently so desperate they didn’t care about that, yet not desperate enough to have called me back in December 2022 when I followed up after the interview??)

So tired of screens. I just wanna take a walk in the woods and then come home to bake bread and make tea and crochet with my cat by my side. But no. I cannot.

I was sitting at a coffee shop to do some work and one of the gentlemen who cuts hair at the barbershop across the way said he liked my hair and invited me (a white woman) to go get my hair cut at the Black men’s barbershop. He was very sweet and I can’t quite tell if it’s a compliment to be invited, or a “oh honey, your fade needs HELP.” Probably a bit of both. I kind of want to check it out because I’m sure they’d do a great job, but I feel weird going into a space that is soooo not meant for me (even invited, I do still feel like I’d be imposing).

At any rate, I finally ordered my own clippers so I can just do my buzz cut at home instead of attempting to keep it trimmed with scissors between salon visits.

What is it this week? A guy from high school saw I moved back to town and asked me to coffee. I’m gonna go for the coffee and the laugh (I’m not really open about being gay, mostly for safety reasons, but I think I do look queer). Maybe we can be friends, god knows I need more of those around here.

Day trip to Charleston on Saturday for work; tried a new tour route, had a really good lunch, visited our new office, and took lots of pictures and videos for the company instagram.

WHAT IS IT THIS WEEK I was just sitting on a park bench in Charleston and an elderly gentleman dressed to the nines (polished shoes, cufflinks, matching pocket square and tie, full Sunday best at 9am on a Saturday) sat next to me and wanted to have a conversation about economics (in a relatively normal way). Very old southern, strong “Chah-leston” accent; had that polite way of complaining about politics where everyone knows where everyone stands, but they don’t make it personal or try to pick a fight or convert you, they just want to vent. He was very kind, tried to give me investment advice, then heaved himself up with his cane and left with a “thanks for letting an 84-year-old man ramble a little bit in your day!” before hobbling off. I didn’t even get his name.

My boss for my side job introduced me to a tour group with they/them pronouns and. I’m having a lot of feelings about it. We never even really had much of a conversation about it, she just noticed that I have “they/she” in my social bio and asked if I had a preference (depends on the day but either’s fine) and I’ve noticed that when I dress masc she uses “they” more readily, but still will sprinkle it in when I show up in a dress and lipstick. It just feels really good to feel seen, accepted, no questions asked, and for someone to make the effort. It’s not surprising - I found this job because I was looking for queer stuff in Charleston and she does LGBTQ+ history tours - but that easy acceptance is something so rare in my life so I really treasure it.

Forever curious at the success rate of the unhinged evangelical billboards on the interstate. I wonder what it would have been like to grow up (in general, but especially queer) in a place where these are not the norm.

Currently reading Stone Butch Blues and oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I don’t think I’m eloquent enough to put all these feelings into words.

Anyway. This week was exhausting. Haven’t gotten to crochet or socialize with friends as much as I’d like. Well, onward.

last week

#i'm very wordy this week oy #catalog of little joys #and little frustrations #and big frustrations #anyway

[demonbanisher]

Another soft sad one for you today. Also, I just want to say I see all your lovely comments and I am working on catching up with them. Please keep sharing your thoughts. I love hearing from you all 💜

TW: postpartum depression, discussion of uteruses, intersex discrimination in healthcare, discussion of infertility, discussions of past medical trauma and serious injury (by this I mean talking about the stuff that happened in Unexpected). These conversations are kinda complex and nuanced and so if I miss any trigger warnings or there is something specific you think I should add please let me know.

Master List for this AU here and you can read this one on AO3 here

Stormy Seas

“You have postpartum depression,” the doctor said and Remus felt like he was underwater. He could see Sirius and the doctor talking, and Addie sitting on his lap, but it was all like a pantomime. He was just swimming through the world desperately trying not to drown.

It wasn’t until they were out of the office and past the nurse and through the waiting room that should have been noisy that Remus heard the muffled sounds of Sirius calling his name and finally came up for a breath.

“Yes?” he said. His throat was full of seaweed.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.”

Sirius knew he was lying but he also knew that Remus knew that Sirius knew that. So it wasn’t going to do them any good for him to point it out. “We can still try a magical doctor if you want.”

“We’re not sure if they’re still looking for me,” Remus said, glancing back down at his leg. “This is safer.”

“Okay, love,” Sirius said and set his hand on the centre console.

Remus took it and felt nothing.

When they got home, Sirius took care of getting Addie out of the car. Remus felt a wave of guilt when he realized he couldn’t remember Sirius taking her from him at the doctor’s office to strap her into the backseat.

“I’m going to see if James and Lily will come over for a bit? Why don’t you run a warm bath for your leg?”

Remus nodded and wandered obediently in the direction of the bathroom, staring at the water running from the faucet for a little too long. He cast a water protection spell over his brace and then climbed in.

He was still sitting there later, long after the water had gone cold and the bubbled had faded, trying to find the energy to get up.

“Remus?” A voice said, “Can I come in?”

And Remus must have said yes because a moment later Lily was beside the tub, holding up a towel as she politely looked away so he could get out.

Remus wrapped it around himself and then sat down on the shower chair they kept for particularly bad moons, or broken legs it seemed. “Can I ask you something, Lily?”

“Of course.”

“How do you feel about having a uterus?”

She looked surprised and Remus immediately felt the seaweed reaching up his throat again, strangling him for talking about things he wasn’t supposed to ask.

“I don’t know,” she said thinking. “I guess the first time I was really aware of it was when I got my first period and I really hated having one then. I hate that people think they can tell me what to do because of it or how I can use it. But it’s going to be the thing that gives James and I some new additions to our family and that makes it kind of hard to hate.”

“You are James are going to have kids?” It was a dumb question really. Lily and James always talked about having kids.

“We’re thinking of trying soon actually. I’m gonna warn you right now I think James is going to try and set our first born up with Addie.”

Remus managed a small smile for her sake more than for his.

“Was there something in particular you wanted to talk about?”

Remus shivered, looking down at his feet that were slowly becoming covered in barnacles, inching his way up his legs, turning them to stone.

“Hold that thought, okay?” Lily said. “I’m going to get you some warm clothes.” She left and came back with some sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie and turned her back so Remus could change. Somehow this made talking to her easier.

“I didn’t get to choose or I guess I did," Remus started as he got dressed slowly. "I’m sorry, I don’t know how much Sirius told you about me being intersex but there were always conversations about fertility. Even before I knew how babies were made, the doctors were talking about what procedures would give me the best chance at having a kid. They talked a lot about procedures, about which ones would make me look ‘normal’, which ones we should do if I decided I wanted to a girl, which ones made sense if I wanted to be a boy, which ones were easier and therefore should dictate what gender I chose. It was mostly bullshit, but I did have to choose hormones and blockers and then getting off blockers and then surgeries and scans and follow-up procedures.

“I didn't get to choose that I'm intersex, but it always felt like I had to choose this body and what it looked like and how it worked. In the end it didn’t matter. Shortly after Sirius and I got married, I went to see a fertility doctor and they told me I could never carry a viable pregnancy and I felt like the life I chose, expanding Sirius and I’s little family, all went up in smoke and it went up in smoke because of the body I chose.

Remus paused, trying to fight back the ocean that was pouring out of him and the way its salty taste burned, but he couldn't and so he just kept drowning in all his truth. “The only thing I could do was to hate myself. To hate this body for what it took from him. What it took from us. And so my uterus was this broken thing and I kinda stared to believe all the things the bullshit doctors had told me. That because I wasn’t a 'man' or a 'woman,' I was just wrong.

“And then Addie happened and she was just coming out of me and I didn’t have a choice. I - I died. For a moment Sirius and my daughter were right there and I wasn’t. The doctors did what they had to save me so I can’t be mad about that but it meant they made choices about my body. Choices I can’t undo and years of careful planning and decision making were for nothing."

“Since Addie, Sirius and I haven’t had sex. He’s been good about it but I feel like if we did all I’d be able to feel is how hollow I am inside. And I - I don’t want him touching my,” he trailed off, thick tentacles rising from the water to curl around his throat in panic. “He’s going to leave me, isn’t he? I’m not a good husband. I’m not a good father. Maybe they should leave,” he said, even though the thought of Sirius and Addie walking out of his life was like having his still beating heart ripped from his chest. Still, if it meant they’d be happy...

“Remus,” Lily said gently, as she turned around and made her way over to him. She sat in front of him and laid one hand on his leg. Her soft fingers touching all the barnacles and brine that were calling him to the ocean floor. “He isn’t going to leave you.”

But Remus couldn’t hear her. His mind was stuck on every part of him he wouldn’t let Sirius touch and the realization that he thought if Sirius did, he’d end up bleeding out all over again. And he realized for the first time in six months that he had died. He had been dead. “I think I’m going to be sick,” Remus said and got up and lurched in the direction of the toilet before emptying what little he had to eat that morning and then leaned against the wall next to it, shivering.

Lily got a cloth and cleaned his face up.

“I don’t want to die again,” Remus whispered.

Lily froze, the cloth stilling on Remus’s cheek for a moment.

“Do you think it would be bad for me to see Addie now?”

“Why would it be bad?” Lily asked.

“I read somewhere that even if a parent fakes being happy a baby can tell in the dilation of the parents eyes and that impacts their development. I don’t want to hurt her with this.”

“Oh Remus,” Lily said, giving him a kiss on the forehead. “You aren’t going to.”

“I’m sorry,” Remus mumbled as he tried to get his tears under control. “Don’t tell Sirius please."

She hesitated before nodding and then helped him brush his teeth and get some water before letting him know that Addie was down for her nap if he wanted to go and see her.

Remus went and kneeled in front of the crib. Vaguely aware of the way that he was mirroring what Sirius had done when she was sick. She looked so small and deep down Remus knew he was scared, but it had just been so hard to feel it lately. She was so tiny and yet she’d grown so much.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there when Sirius came down and sat next to him. “Hi,” Sirius said, resting his head on his shoulder. “You could have come and seen her when we were having lunch.”

Remus kept his eyes forward. “It’s easier this way.”

“Because then you don’t have to worry about hurting her?”

Remus sighed. “Lily really sucks at keeping secrets.”

“Lots of people have postpartum depression and don’t fuck up their kids, Remus.”

“I know, but my dad had a hard time accepting me at the start. No one ever told me about it until he got sick. I was sitting at his bed one day and he just started crying and apologizing for all the time he wasted and the second he started talking about it aloud I could feel this weight inside of me, this grudge, I didn’t even know I had been holding. I never want Addie to feel that way about me.”

“So we’ll talk to her about it,” Sirius said, resting a hand on Remus’s knee. “We’ll tell her the truth about how she came into this world and how hard it was on your body and your mind and if there were things you didn't do with her it wasn’t because you didn’t want to, it was because you couldn’t.”

Remus nodded slowly, unsure of a way to craft that story to a child that wouldn’t leave them wracked with guilt.

“Do you regret having her?” Sirius asked, and his voice was quiet, much quieter than it needed to be to avoid waking Addie.

Remus looked at her little body, splayed out and bundled in her duckie onesie. Beans' leg clutched tightly in one hand. Her hands were always like that, clenched in fists as if she came out fighting. “I love her and I’m glad that she’s here, but I died having her and if I hadn’t had come back… I don’t know if trading one life for another is worth it.”

“I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come back to me. The whole time I was waiting to hear I just kept looking at her eyes and wondering if I’d ever get to see yours again.”

Remus rested his head on top of Sirius’s. “I don’t know how to both love her and hate the way she came into this world.”

Sirius just took his hand and sat with him silently for a moment.

“Did Lily tell you everything we talked about?”

“I think some things she just gave me the gist of. I get that she may not be able to keep a secret, but I think she can at least understand that there are some things I needed to hear from you.”

Remus sighed and closed his eyes. “I’m scared if we have sex that something bad is going to happen to me again.”

“We don’t have to,” Sirius said, as he switched to massaging Remus’s fingers and the palm of his hand. “Only when you’re ready and only whatever you are comfortable with.”

“And if I’m never ready?”

Remus felt Sirius shrug against him as if it was the easiest decision in the world. “Your mental and physical safety is worth more than that.”

“And my depression, what if that never gets better?”

Sirius paused for a moment, choosing his next words carefully. “I know it might feel that way right now but we haven’t started the medication yet and the doctor also recommended speaking to someone. I think we have to hope that the treatment plan could work. Even if it might not ‘cure’ you, it could hopefully make it more manageable. And if it doesn’t work at all, then we try something new. Then it is just something we learn to live with like your lycanthropy or my nightmares or the sudden presence of a child in our life.”

Remus could feel the barnacles cracking but he wasn't quite sure he was ready to come back to shore. “I’m scared Sirius. All the time.”

“Then maybe it’s time we accept that this isn’t something we’re going to magically be able to do on our own.”

Remus took Sirius’s hand from his and started to trace over the lines on his palm. “Would it be okay if I called my mom? Maybe she’d want to stay for a bit.”

Sirius smiled. “I think that would be wonderful and maybe the Potters can come for a longer visit too?”

“Maybe we can find somewhere we could all stay for a little while, just to get away from everything. James and Lily could come too if you wanted.”

“And Reg?”

“And Reg. It could be like a little family get away." Their island in the middle of the storm.

“Only if you promise to actually let them help and not feel like you have to act like some sort of gracious host the whole time.”

“I promise. That’s one trait I never want to pass onto our daughter," Remus said as he looked at the seaweed he'd spilled all over the floor. "I hope she becomes the best parts of us.”

“Of all of us,” Sirius said.

Remus managed a small smile, pushing out the saltwater for something sweeter. “But as soon as she’s old enough I’m gonna teach her how to keep a secret.”

“Remus, I thought we agreed we’d already have enough trouble raising the child of two Marauders without teaching her how to lie to us.”

“It’s not lying," Remus argued. "It’s just withholding information.” And even if Remus couldn’t see his face, he knew Sirius was rolling his eyes at him in mock exasperation. He wondered if Addie would learn that look from him.

The two of them watched as Addie stretched, smacking her lips lazily before wiggling her way back to sleep. A single drop of drool dripping down her chubby baby cheeks.

“I’m never going to leave you Remus.”

“Promise?”

Sirius’s head wiggled against his as he nodded.

“Can you say it?”

“I promise. You two are my family. I’m never leaving you. My home is always wherever you’ll be."

And while Remus might have not been fully afloat again, he felt a little less like he was going to drown.

#unexpected au #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #wolfstar parents #wolfstar hurt/comfort

[2amtechnicolor]

getting my thoughts out there

tw: american politics , abortion , transphobia , trans erasure , transandrophobia , transmisogyny

i've spent the past 24 hours in a tailspin. i've tried to do my usual routine: ignore politics, ignore what's trending, focus on myself and what i know to be true about myself. it's a survival mechanism, I NEED to. my motto is, if i have no power to change a situation, i don't let it bother me.

it's moments like these that make me realize how little control i have.

recently i've made the choice to stop coming out as transgender in public. not necessarily "go back in the closet" but keep my gender to myself. it's too exhausting having to constantly be put on trial every time i step out of the house, so i mentally prepare myself. "they'll call you a woman, but they don't know you like you know you. you know what you are."

maybe it's self-preservation. maybe it's cowardice. i can't decide either. but it made me feel better, keeping a cisgender mask to keep society at arm's length.

and then the supreme court news hit.

i am prone to doom-scrolling. i don't LIKE it, and i've made great strides to try and break the habit, but...today i found myself checking every new trending hashtag in support of abortion. usually when i doom-scroll, i'm checking the opposite side, but...this felt different.

first of all, i am pro-choice, always have been, someone's body is not my business. and i am FURIOUS at the supreme court decision. but that alone wouldn't captivate me like it did.

and then i realized.

"it's women's rights"

"liberals have decided the definition of woman"

"men have no say in this decision"

i was watching my erasure in real time.

there's no easy way to step into that conversation. no matter what i or any trans man say, our words are going to get stepped on and thrown right back at us.

we're "biological women" so we're included under "women's rights",

"liberals think [insert any conservative term for a trans person with a penis here] can get pregnant? how absurd!"

"of course MEN want to talk over WOMEN"

don't be upset. don't be mad. be good. this isn't your fight. this isn't about the trans community. this doesn't concern you. pick a side, be a scared woman or a male "ally" and shut up about any other part of you. be good, be good. be good.

i am transgender. i have a uterus. i've always wanted a family. i've daydreamed about being a parent, and have written stories about trans men being wonderful fathers. i stuck myself in a bubble world where no one hates us or thinks we're strange.

it's a lie, all of it. a comforting lie, but a lie nonetheless.

pick a side. which is more important. "women's" rights or trans rights. pick a side. be good. shut up. be good. pick a side. shut up. no one cares. shut up, shut up, with us or against us. be good. the time isn't right. be good, be good, be good, be good...

#luc.txt [error]

[boop-le-snoot]

My favourite pastime in the last couple of days is spotting out transphobes on abortion discussion posts and bullying them into throwing a tantrum/disabling comments on their posts. I'm not talking death threats, this ain't sixth grade. Just meticulously unwrap their arguments and point out that most of their transphobia is rooted in internalised misogyny & desire for control - no different from the people who pass on the crazy abortion laws.

This is really not the time for women and LGBTQ people to beef & I believe these laws are an onion, meaning, they're just a layer of many, at the center of which are the Old Crusty Whites, who are desperately grasping for straws to have more people who vote red. Holler if you want me to elaborate, because I can, and the coincidences are far too common for it to be dismissed as just a conspiracy theory to breed republicans.

And for my followers outside of the US: listen carefully. The US, as incompetent as they are, unfortunately also are a global trendsetter and a major political power. They are commonly thought to be as the paradigm of liberty.

With them restricting basic healthcare like this, what's stopping the rest of the world from following? Birth rates are at an all-time low. And whilst most places in EU have good sex-ed and no religious fanatics behind the wheel, politicians are good at cooking up excuses. Keep up with your local Old Crusty White Men and definitely keep an eye on your rights as uterus owners. Don't let them ge traction and protest before it's too late.

#roe v wade #politics #in hindsight this is scary all around the globe

[womenfrommars]

You keep mentioning ‘biology matters for dunking on trans but not for het sex’ girl are you ok… the biology is the precise reason contraception and abortion are so valued by feminists

Radfems lose their shit whenever they are reminded that heterosexual sex has primarily a reproductive function. Likewise, it's all uterus icons and ovary crochet but God forbids someone says the uterus is a reproductive organ. All the self-hatred comes out and they cope by saying the uterus is also a structural organ and what not. Cool, but it doesn't negate its reproductive function. Likewise, the fact sex is also physically pleasurable and leads to emotional pair bonding doesn't negate the reproductive goal. The invention of contraception has tricked so many libfems into divorcing sex from reproduction. You can't unless you are completely sterile and that's the biological reality. A lot of radfems seem to be falling for the same trap as the libfems. When you leave reproduction out of the picture sex just becomes a girlboss empowerment moment since it's all for pleasure (and if you're a libfem, also money). Negative Consequences? I don't know her

A lot of "PIV critical" radfems also deny that women experience pleasure from vaginal sex lmao. The clitoris is stimulated from inside the vagina. They don't want to acknowledge this and claim women only center PIV sex because of patriarchy. Yes Karen, I am sure patriarchy invented the dildo despite the archeological findings. Some anon on my old blog even tried to argue with me that PIV isn't natural and that we were meant to reproduce via the guy ejaculating on the woman's vulva... Christ. The whole point of the female orgasm is to cause muscle movement (contractions) which helps to move the sperm upwards. This also explains why women tend to orgasm after men. Though anal and oral sex are enjoyed by many, it involves body parts that do not have a sexual nor a reproductive function, so it's not "meant" to happen from an evolutionary biology point of view. Without condoms, anal sex would probably often lead to infections because a man is putting his penis in an orfice filled with fecal bacteria... Your mouth likewise contains a lot of bacteria if it weren't for tooth paste. The vagina on the other hand is self-cleaning and its stretchiness allows for penetration much better than the anus does

Of course these biological realities do not matter, because they are not politically convenient and not very woke. The horror is that they are also... *gulp* heteronormative and thus problematic

Radblr only focuses on the facts it wants to see. They love statistics on the orgasm gap or any facts about how sperm can wreck the pH balance of a vagina (?). But this is not the full picture so it is not a complete truth. It's misleading to only talk about the facts that fit your ideology

[algaedo]

Sincerely I never want to put politics into my social medias. However. I’m tired of just sitting here and pretending not having a political opinion of my own. So please, let me speak while I still have the right to.

- I am pro choice. I am of the opinion that pro choice, in terms of abortion care, is to be your choice whether or not you would have an abortion. If it’s not something that you agree with, or something that is against your religion, that’s your deal, but you cannot tell anyone what to do with their bodies.

- people say they’re pro life but are they really pro life, or pro birth? Do they believe in abolishing the death penalty? What about creating a better mental health system with outlets to directly combat mass shooting? What’s wrong with putting strict regulations on guns and how you obtain them? Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If you support all life, why do we still allow hunting? Why don’t we have a better sexual education? Why is the US health care system so expensive if we should value life?

I can answer all of these questions and more.

1. No they do not believe in abolishing the death penalty because many people see it as justice or bettering the publics safety.

2.&3. Because mental health and guns aren’t the problem with mass shootings. No no. Abortions are some how the issue with this, according to congressman Billy Long. Why restrict guns when we can restrict woman’s bodily autonomy??

4.&5. because veganism/vegetarianism isn’t the life style you want, right? But aren’t animals a form of life? By that argument you shouldn’t eat plants and animals at all. Because you’re killing a living thing, didn’t you know?

6. “We already have a sexual education curriculum put into place.” Do you remember your sexual education program? What did it teach you? Because I don’t remember it teaching me that I have control of my own sexuality. I don’t remember my education telling me that I’m not the only person to blame. That I’m not the only person responsible.

7. Because that’s not how it works. At least not in such a greedy capitalist country that could not care less about its people. But why, if we are supposed to care so much about the life a human that hasn’t been born yet, do we not care about those of us that are already here and are struggling to take care of ourselves? Greed.

I have and always will say; our current pro lifers, in and out of office, only care about a life up until it’s born.

This is my own opinion and it does not reflect the opinion of anything or anyone associated with me, but I am not ashamed of it. I am not ashamed to speak up for my own bodily autonomy, for my rights and for the rights of everyone else.

They will not stop at Roe v Wade. Judge Clarence Thomas made it abundantly clear that he wishes to challenge Obergefell v Hodge, Lawrence v Texas and even Griswold v Connecticut.

If you don’t this overturn doesn’t affect you, think again. Forcing young girls and young women to become mothers prematurely will force young boys and young men to become fathers prematurely. It paves the way for unsafe and unregulated abortions. On top of all of that, it creates more people to feed, more people to circulate money, and more people into the housing market. More people means more need for housing, which means higher taxes and higher cost of living and higher prices for houses and apartments, as well as more supply chain shortages due to half the population aka anyone with a uterus, having to take off for maternity leaves or any kind of prenatal appointment, and more. Also supply chain shortages and recalls are currently in menstruation products, baby formula, peanut butter and poplar foods that kids like. Is this really the time to be encouraging people to keep children they didn’t want in the first place?

I am going to stop there, and as much as I would like to say I rest my case, I can’t. There are endless arguments and points I could make.

It’s a scary place right now. Please stay safe everyone.

Much love,

Jordan.

#roe v wade #roe overturned

[stardustedknuckles]

I'm glad planned parenthood is there for me to get hormones, don't get me wrong, but it probably says something that I'm getting my blood drawn tomorrow and my anxiety isn't about that (the ones who do the actual work are usually pretty cool) it's about running my mouth to the doctor and earning her contempt and being cut off. The more I think about my first visit the more hostile I feel about their supposed "trans positivity." they're not positive, they're neutral at best. It's just that neutral is all we can fucking hope for here and if I'm not careful I'm going to chew her ass out. Yeah you gave me hormones but your computer says "no uterus no opinion" on a big sticker on the back so how exactly do you think your transfem patients feel? Same with "power to the pussy" like you're so glued to body parts as a political statement that you actively read as a huge red flag to any actual trans person who knows a damn thing but you get off free of criticism for asking people their deadnames because we at least know we won't be physically harmed here and none of us feel safe calling out our one place to get access to what we need. They don't know anything about hormones beyond what's on the general sheet - I asked questions and she just kind of shrugged, and they weren't even microdose questions. I just. I know I keep having these scripted blowups in my head because I don't feel safe but also I need tomorrow to hurry up and get here/pass so I can quit thinking about it for 3 more months.

#That receptionist turning cold as soon as I mentioned trans issues put a fire up my ass #The utter lack of interest #No I can't get a goddamn referral my pcp office is covered in Bible verses #Stop calling me to tell me my insurance is fucky #I've told 3 of you I plan to pay out of pocket and why #sdk does trans stuff

[zmvanlear]

Back In Time

For years it was a fantasy,

No one could fathom it,

This new law will lead to anarchy

Going Back in time, less than a year.

Scientists were trying, but SCOTUS did it better.

Back fifty years, all in a few letters,

Laughing while we ask "what about our rights?"

"What rights?" they ask.

People bring religion, saying choose life,

But what about my life?

I don't want to go Back In Time.

Alone at night, sweats and a shirt,

went to the store.

Got approached, I said no, but he heard yes.

Now I can't do what I think is best.

I say "my body, my choice!",

The other side fires back saying "What about the baby's choice?"

It's a parasite that I DON'T want!

When I share my story people say,

"What were you wearing? What did you say?

"You should have fought back.

"Deal with the consequence of your actions!"

Its not my fault!

But now he can sue if I choose me over cells,

I don't want to go Back In Time.

Not wearing a face mask is a human right,

But suddenly my uterus is fair game?

Keep your politics out of my vagina,

This isn't the 50s honey, wake up.

I don't want to go Back In Time!

#roe v. wave #my body my choice #scotus #pro choice #abortion

[transmissionsfromthebattlefield]

Will Short Skirts Be Allowed?

It’s really great that, once again, society is proving that it doesn’t give one shit about the rights of human beings. Maybe I shouldn’t got those two sweet, sweet pairs of perfectly fitting, low-rise pants the other day. Maybe I should have instead capitulated to literally any other pair of pants in the tri-state area, all of which ranged from “high rise” to “super high rise,” the latter of which I didn’t even know was a thing until a few weeks ago. I’d assume such conservative garments will be more acceptable once our American Taliban really takes control around here. Will we all be required to wear those ugly button flies in the future to keep any midriff from showing? Will skinny jeans be deemed too show-y, and will ‘mom jeans’ be the soup du jour from those trying to skirt the burqa? At least there won’t be any more of those dumb factory-ripped holes.

Not that only the female will be effected or is being effected by recent events. The Supreme Court’s ruling on Roe v. Wade may appear on the surface to be one that only effects one half of the country’s population—thee uterus-owners, thee whatever. In reality, considering how same sex relations, birth control, and desegregated schools now sit neatly in the court’s crosshairs after their big hit on Friday, it effects each and every American. Hell, it effects each and every person on this planet, considering the similar, anti-bodily autonomy pressure the Catholic church also has on countries like Poland. It effects anyone under the thumb of an oppressive and fundamentalist ruling class who just wants to live without said ruling class poking its nose in their business. That’s pretty much all of us, as much as some of us would like to deny it. It’s easier to succumb to the religious right’s reigning propaganda schemes—or to deflect the blame onto the entire male species, on the other side of the oversimplified political spectrum—than to unpack the weaving, intertwining tentacles of church and state in modern America. It’s easier to accept the reality of sending unwanted children to school in bulletproof backpacks and crossing your fingers, than trying to change that reality—especially when the so-called ‘representatives’ who promised to change that reality for you failed miserably at their one job.

As someone used to humans being the most awful and abhorrent creatures walking the planet, the weirdest thing about times like this is how much the world stays the same. I went out for sushi with my family for dinner Friday night, and it was definitively the best meal out I’d had in recent memory. I wasn’t turned away from dining out due to my new low rise pants or my feminine wiles. It doesn’t look like I’ll be turned away from higher education in the already parasitic, sinister Buckeye State any time soon either, despite the likeliness of said state to crack down on abortion rights coming up. It’s a strange crossroads to be standing on trying to sow tiny sparks of hope for your personal steps forwards while society around you is chronically and rapidly regressing with the highest hopes of taking you down with it. But with studies on the horizon and the resurrected Kent State SDS on my side, I guess I won’t be fleeing the country any time soon.

What’s with all this country business anyway? All it does is fuel ugly jingoism in the first place. And if the systematically defined borders around my place of residence define my or anybody else’s ability to legally be a fully autonomous human being capable of exercising freedom to the fullest, safest extent, I just wish we’d consider some truly universal healthcare.

#blog #blogging #blogger #blogosphere #rants #ranting #Roe v Wade #Supreme Court #America #de-evolution #fundamentalism #kakistocracy #equal rights #human rights #SOCIETY #American Taliban #current events #the real world #high rise pants #low rise pants #it don't matter

[klinekunt]

I don’t like to post about politics anymore but I can’t keep my mouth shut about this. As a female with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS) and a husband that is all but infertile as well, I have to open my mouth about the possible over turning of Roe and Casey. We’ve been told IVF is the only way I will ever be able to have a child grow in my uterus, something that I’ve been told is life changing and one of the most beautiful things woman in my life have experienced. Pro-lifers (Anti abortionists) believe life starts at conception. During the IVF process doctors try to fertilize as many eggs as possible because, in most cases, more than half of the eggs can have Down syndrome or possible life threatening symptoms that will result in a late term miscarriage. This results in doctors discarding of those said embryos. On top of that doctors like to implant more than one healthy embryo because there are people like me, with PCOS, and others who have things like endometriosis. Our bodies like to fight off the embryo so implanting more than one fertilized embryo increases our chances of at least one sticking. In some cases they all stick. That means that woman can be carrying up to eight fertilized embryos to term, resulting in life threatening complications for both mom and baby (babies). There is no specific verbiage to protect people in these situations. Because the people who are trying to over turn theses laws believe that life starts at conception, they believe these fertilized embryos to be tiny humans in a Petrit Dish. Both doctors and patients (who spend upwards of $20,000 for ONE IVF cycle) are both now at risk of prosecution. If it is over turned there is fear that law makers will specifically target Fertility Clinics and people who just want to start a family but can’t do it naturally. 2 in every 100 pregnancies are due to IVF. That’s a lot. The uncertainty of the fertility future scares me and it should scare you too. Most people know someone who can’t naturally conceive, we just don’t like to scream it from the roof tops. I know in my case it makes me feel un-womanly that I can’t even perform one of the basic biological rights I have as a woman. It sucks that the one thing my husband and I want more than anything, I can’t do without medical intervention. I was raised in a Catholic Church and don’t agree with abortion being used as a form of birth control. But at the same time I don’t agree with law makers laying claim to my body. As someone who struggles EVERY day with the symptoms of PCOS I feel personally attacked. PCOS puts me at an extremely higher risk for cervical cancer and I’ve been told (at 25 years old) that I will need a hysterectomy by no later that 40 so I’m literally running out of time, IVF can sometimes take years and in the worst cases it doesn’t work at all. This law has more to do with abortion. It has more to do than your personal beliefs. My only chance of being able to carry a miracle child is being threatened and at the end of the day that’s what I care about most. If you’ve made it this far please feel free to share this post. This is important and more people need to talk about it. Having honest non hostile conversations is never anything but a positive thing. I know I won’t ever be able to change some peoples views or beliefs but this is about more than just abortion.

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