I just wish that more people could understand how common and dangerous this transphobic conservative "protect our daughters" rhetoric is.
It's weaponized against trans women and transfeminine people all the time. This is visible in bans against transfeminine people playing on girls and women's sports teams, and it's visible in bathroom bans.
However, it is also weaponized against trans men and transmasculine people in different, but less discussed, ways.
We're infantilized. Regarded as impressionable, lacking in self-awareness, and easily influenced. We are victims of our doctors, gender therapists, big pharma, liberal teachers, and social media. We are misled, brainwashed. We don't choose to transition, we are "transed". We have no true agency of our own, we're manipulated. (And if we are neurodivergent, that adds tax; we aren't competent, we aren't capable of understanding the significance of transitioning or of fully consenting to gender affirming care, we are exploited.)
The "permanent" and "irreversible damage" that conservatives refer to is nearly always loss of fertility. We are "poisoned" by testosterone, "mutilated" by hysterectomies that leave us unable to have babies and mastectomies that leave us unable to breastfeed. "Damaged" pitiable things that can no longer fulfill our true "biological purpose".
Or course all of this is bullshit. But this narrative is absolutely a driving force behind trans healthcare bans. It's the reason behind the outrage over a few pages in a body image book aimed at teen girls.
It's fucked that more people don't see this for what it is.
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Thanksgiving Surprise
Pairing: Bernard x Nic Blake
A/N: First Bernard fic! Big changes to the ship!
Nic having stomach issues wasn’t uncommon. In fact, both Edith and Frankie had the flu back to back, causing at least Bernard or Nic to be sleeping in the room with the youngest girls. And just a week prior Autumn caught a stomach bug from school that caused her to miss a few days. So spending a few minutes a day (and occasionally late in the evening) hunched over a toilet spilling her guts into it was expected. Having four children ensures someone else in the house will get sick, and more likely than not that person ends up being Nic or her husband as they’re the caretakers. But this felt different and had gone on for a suspicious amount of time. At first she assumed it perhaps had something to do with her cycle; it happened once before, years prior to any of the girls being born and it was confirmed to be a hormonal issue. But looking back at her calendar, Nic grew worried when she realized she had missed an entire cycle despite being on her pills. Still, a sinking feeling settled into her, a feeling that was confirmed as she sat on the floor of the first floor bathroom.
The Thanksgiving get-together they were hosting was boisterous and exciting outside the bathroom door. The girls were excited to have their Aunt Abby visiting, and they were more excited to find out their father invited Santa and Mrs. Claus. Frankie and Edith were practically bouncing off the walls all morning. It got worse when they actually arrived.
Through the door, she could hear her oldest daughter eagerly telling Abby about the book she was reading in class. She could hear the ramblings of her youngest, their baby girl, as she told Mrs. Claus all about her teammates on the swim team and their coach. She knew that Edith and Elsa were in the kitchen helping Bernard with getting the sides for Thanksgiving dinner ready, and most likely sneaking pieces of stuffing. But it was all muted as she stared down at the positive pregnancy test that was about to change the dynamic of their family.
Taking a deep breath, Nic washed the test before setting it on the edge of the sink and washed her hands. When her hands were dry, she stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Bernard came into the living room with Edith and Elsa who joined their sisters at the coffee table. They were making their own turkeys by outlining their hands. It was a tradition. Abby sat on the couch behind them, Carol to her left and Santa in the recliner.
“This is one of the things I miss,” Scott said to Abby as they watched the football game on the TV. “There’s not really any sports channels at the North Pole.”
“Or time to watch the game,” Carol added humorously.
“Mommy, look at my turkey!” Frankie held up the partially finished turkey. Her hand was still so small, and it was starting to make Nic tear up.
“That’s so good, firefly. It’s going to look amazing on the fridge.” She bent down and pressed a kiss to Frankie’s head. The seven year old looked pleased at her mother’s approval.
“Speaking of time,” Scott spoke up. “Bernard, Nic, thank you two for inviting us for Thanksgiving. The Pole’s been so busy.”
“Of course. I remember how busy it gets so close to Christmas,” Bernard said.
“It also gives the kids a chance to get their feet wet for when they take over,” Scott added.
Nic quietly stepped over to her husband and rested a hand on his arm. “Hon, can we talk? In private?” She asked quietly.
This caught him off guard, and he looked at her in surprise. “Now? Can it wait? The turkey’s almost done.”
“It’s important,” she told him sternly.
“I’ll take the turkey out,” Abby spoke up, noticing how tense her best friend was. Nic didn’t often speak in hushed tones, especially not when the girls were awake or in the room.
He sighed and nodded, allowing his wife to pull him towards the bathroom. The girls were too caught up in their hand turkeys and talking to their guests to notice. And once the door shut behind them, Nic visibly relaxed, but only slightly.
“What did you want to talk about?” Bernard asked, growing a bit worried about the nervous energy coming from her.
“Do you remember that weekend in September when we went down to the Oceanfront and… reconnected?”
“I don’t think I could ever forget that,” he replied, a bit blissful from the memories of the weekend. “We should do it again, maybe make it a yearly thing.”
Nic sucked in a deep breath. “You might want to table that idea. We might have done a little too much reconnecting…” She nervously glanced away from him as she reached for the pregnancy test on the sink behind him. “Because I’m pregnant.”
Bernard went pale as she spoke. “What?!” He half-shouted, half shrieked in surprise and shock.
Everyone in the living room paused, having heard his voice through the door. But the oven beeped, drawing Abby’s attention and getting her off the couch. Autumn and Elsa quickly followed to help with setting the table.
“Is that a metaphor?” He asked quickly. “As in you’re expecting news, preferably good news.”
She shook her head. “No, Bernard. It’s literal; as in our family of six is about to be seven.”
“How did this even happen? Aren’t you still on your birth control?”
“Yes, but it’s not a guarantee,” she reminded him. “Besides, the hotel gave us plenty of complimentary things. Contraception was not one of them.” She sighed, setting the test down.
A silence fell over them and he reached to take her hands. Despite the very obvious anxiety on both of their faces, Nic felt comfortable knowing he would be there.
“What are we going to do?” He asked quietly. “What do you want to do?”
“I… I want to have this baby. I don’t mind growing our family. Do you?”
He shook his head. “If it’s with you, I don’t mind one bit.”
Her shoulders fell, the weight of the anxiety and fear beginning to leave. Bernard pulled her against him, and she held onto him tightly. Her face was buried in the fabric of his sweater as she spoke.
“We’ll probably have to move.”
“Probably.”
“Maybe they’ll have a Black Friday deal on houses or something,” she joked.
Bernard laughed. “Maybe.”
Silence fell over them again, and he heard Nic sniffle. It was a telltale sign she was crying, or about to.
“How are we going to tell the girls?” She mumbled quietly. “Frankie’s the baby, she might have a hard time dealing with a baby sibling. And what if they all start feeling neglected because our focus is on the new baby? What if none of them want a new baby sibling? Is this really what’s best for the family?” She was tearing up the longer she spoke, and Bernard chuckled as he gently pulled away.
“I remember this. I don’t miss it,” he said lightheartedly.
“Don’t miss what?” She asked, sniffling again.
“The anxiety that causes you to overthink which triggers a mood swing and makes you upset.” He reached up to hold her face in his hands, wiping away stray tears with his thumbs. “Frankie is only a year older than Autumn was when she was born.”
“But they’re not little kids anymore.”
“Sugar Cookie, the girls will be fine. We’ll talk to them. We’ll check in with them. We’re going to get through this and we’re going to do it together, okay?”
Sniffling again, Nic nodded. “Okay.”
A grin broke out on Bernard’s face. “We’re having a baby.” The smile was contagious and Nic found herself with one as he kissed her happily and softly.
“We are,” she laughed breathlessly.
There was a knock on the bathroom door and Abby’s voice came through. “Is everything okay? Dinner’s ready and everyone is just waiting for y’all.”
“We’ll be out in a minute,” Bernard called. They heard Abby’s footsteps lead away from the door and he looked at his wife. “Want to go tell everyone the big news?”
“I don’t think Thanksgiving dinner is the right time,” she admitted. “I want to at least tell the girls after everyone is gone, though.”
He nodded. “Okay. Then let’s just enjoy Thanksgiving dinner together, as a family.”
“As a family.” She smiled and opened the bathroom door before they stepped out to head to the dining room.
Tag list: @canongf @hyperionshipping @the-dark-fae-and-her-fos
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THE QUESTION HAD TAKEN THE PRINCE BY SURPRISE. Helaena had been an emotional wreck since the pregnancy first began, as she got closer and closer to delivery date it only worsened. Helaena was always fretting over something, so he hadn't paid much mind to it until she asked him, would you choose the baby over me ?
All at once the pieces fell into place. She was worried about not surviving the birth. it was sure to be a lot of her body. They were having twins. Twice the work. At first they had celebrated, two children from one copulation. It would be a while before they were pressured into bed together again. But that excitement had turned into fear without Aegon realizing.
Aegon reached out to touch her, but he stopped, his hand hovering above her shoulder. She didn't like to be touched but he had already committed to the movement. his hand lingered there for a moment before he pulled it away. ❝ Over the sister I've known her whole life ? ❞ he asked, struggling to understand how she could think he'd pick her over two strangers. What did she think of him ? That he was so quick to get rid of her ?
Their marriage was far from ideal but he'd never wish her harm. He and Aemond would down any one who hurt her. ❝ No. ❞ He moved closer to her. Again he tried to reach out, his hand placed in the air above hers. He waited for her to move away or remain still and let him approach. ❝ I know that I don't say it often, but I do love you, Helaena. ❞ Words they would never say if they weren't alone. ❝ I don't love you like a husband, but I am still your brother. ❞ He wouldn't let anything bad happen to her.
a semi plotted starter for @roseguided 's helaena targaryen
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