I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.
1) getting my iud put in
2) when I think my ovarian cyst sprouted
3) this past thanksgiving when I filled my softcup like three times in eight hours
4) the time on the road trip to Dallas when I was bleeding so heavily it sounded like I was peeing
5) Post surgery co2 gas pain that in my weakened state I said was a 10 but it was probably a 9
UPDATE
1) dye study on my fallopian tubes
2) IUD placement
3) ovarian cyst
4) Thanksgiving period pain
5) co2 pain
Fuck that dye study. I’m wrecked.
UPDATE:
1. Ovarian cyst 2020
2. Dye study
3. Iud placement
4. Ovarian cyst 2012
5. Thanksgiving period pain
Fuck me, man
Update:
Nothing to change, just want to point out that giving birth doesn’t make the list.
one of the most important things, perhaps the most important thing I have learned in my life is that nice people can fuck each other up in monstrous ways. people can be bone deep kind and loving and self reflective and still lash out under pressure. people can be earnestly neighbourly and charitable and hospitable and generous and still find themselves in situations where they become selfish. people can be well meaning and easygoing and gregarious and hold deep seated opinions that turn them into vicious little bullies under the right conditions. nobody is just one thing, and nobody stays one way. every person is a kaleidoscope and they will surprise you. you will surprise yourself. it’s not a warning and it’s not a judgement and it’s not an excuse, and it’s certainly not a reason to stop trying or to stop trusting. it is just a fact.
I don’t care about convincing every cis person to drop their prejudices against trans people I care about taking away their power and ability to act on those prejudices in ways that harm us
“If a white man wants to lynch me, that’s his problem. If he’s got the power to lynch me, that’s my problem. Racism is not a question of attitude; it’s a question of power. Racism gets its power from capitalism. Thus, if you’re anti-racist, whether you know it or not, you must be anti-capitalist. The power for racism, the power for sexism, comes from capitalism, not an attitude.”
“Will women always die? Let some men die too,” Dogan told police. “I killed him for my honor.”
Since it was not included in the article, I thought I would provide a rough translation of her historical defense on court;
“When men wear suits and look down they get their sentences lowered; I dont have a suit, my mom barely managed to find this shirt for me. I won’t lie, there is also the joy of being able to survive that i can’t conceal. I’ve walked the corridors of these courthouses countless times, my face covered in bruises, for a restraining order. I didn’t have any other choice. If he hadn’t died, I was going to. He wasn’t going to tell you he had decided to pimp me out, he wasn’t going to talk about his plans of putting me in the arms of other men, he wasn’t going to tell you about the beatings I endured just because the eggplants were slightly overcooked, because the curtains were dirty, because there were leftover crumbs on the table. He wasn’t going to mention how many times I was hospitalized. There is a picture of me taken in the teahouse. I’ve smiled a bit lopsidedly. Maybe he was going to show you that picture and tell you I looked like a dishonorable woman. He was going to tell you he ‘cleansed my honor’ as if he wasn’t planning to pimp me out. You were going to sentence him to 3-5 years and pardon him because i had dishonored him and see my lopsided smile as provocation and feel sad for him. However, honor is mine Mr. Judge, I won’t leave it to anyone else just because I signed a paper.”
her name is Çilem Doğan and she was sentenced to 15 years for this. the court initially wanted to give her life imprisonment. she was released on bail in june 2016 and has since become a symbol for the movement against femicide and violence against women in Turkey.
On this day in 2013 Wendy Davis filibustered the Texas Senate, stopping abortion restrictions from being placed on Texans.
I got home from work that night and learned that she was still filibustering and that Senate Republicans were doing their best to stop her. I got in my car and drove the five or so miles between me and the Capitol.
This is what greeted me.
I don’t know how many people were there, but I was so encouraged to know she wasn’t alone. That I wasn’t alone either. She was almost at the end, I want to say thirty minutes to midnight when they declared her filibuster over and the vote would commence. I probably forgot exactly what they did to end it, maybe she took a sip of water or something.
So for the last half hour we screamed. That is a very long time to scream at the top of your lungs. We screamed so loud they couldn’t take the vote. We screamed for our lives. By the time we quieted down it was 12:01 and the vote failed.
That was nine years ago today. Today of all days I think of that night, about what we can do together. It brings me some comfort. I hope it brings some for you too.
And let’s say the quiet part out loud: a protest at someone’s home is never just a protest. It is always a threat because what it says is “We know where you live”.
And sometimes that’s good. People who create policies that get other people killed shouldn’t be sleeping easy at night.
Also, maybe the Supreme Court shouldn’t have said it’s okay to protest outside the homes of abortion workers in Madsen v. Women’s Health Center if they felt so adversely about protesting
