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  • 13th February
    2013
  • 13

desktopwithsources:

c4bl3fl4m3:

ARISTOCRATIC GEEKERY: I would just like to say.

mrmonochrome:

Queerplatonic friendships are not solely restricted to asexual individuals.

In fact, it doesn’t even make that much sense to say asexual rather than aromantic, where at least aromantic individuals may be more naturally inclined to pursue queerplatonic relationships. Aces have no obligation not to have a romantic relationship.

So why do people always assume that if you’re in a QP relationship or interested in one = you must be asexual? I’m not, thanks. There’s nothing wrong with being ace, but I’m not ace, and that’s that. And it’s a little disappointing that my fellow romantic sexuals can’t grasp the idea that a platonic relationship might be the most important one for someone even if they have the option of a romantic/sexual one.

THANK YOU.

Note that I am romantic and sexual.

However, I’m always amazed at the concepts and ideas that ace & aro folks think are only for aces or aros. It’s like, uh, I have sexual desire and romantic desire, but I think that ABC is a great idea, or I sometimes feel XYZ (or DON’T feel XYZ), or I have a friendship like blah-blah-blah. I think aces and aros aren’t as different as they think they are. In fact, sometimes they do stuff that we do too (but that society doesn’t traditionally put emphasis on), or sometimes they’ve come up with a great term for something we didn’t have a term for.

Queerplatonic relationships? Awesome. Romantic friendships? Also awesome. Moirails/non-romantic soul mates? Hell yeah! Friendship dating? One could apply that term, possibly, to the relationship I have with 8T. But these things SERIOUSLY aren’t exclusive to aros & aces. Granted, romantics and sexuals may not use these terms (because we didn’t know them), or see these relationships in these ways, or (sadly) value these relationships as much, but we can & do have this kind of stuff. It’s the aces & the aros making up these terms and bringing them to the forefront and doing all of this work examining relationship structures (kinda like poly folks have done) and I think it’s fantastic!

Also, frankly, I think a number of people think they’re ace or aro because of what they’ve been taught or what they’ve figured out about sexuality or romanticism, and since it’s not that way for them, they think they’re ace or aro. Not to tell anyone how to define themselves, but I’ve known some ace folks that told me why they’re ace and I’m like “uh, why do you think that way of feeling means you’re not sexual? Who told you that? Just because you don’t feel desire XYZ way, but you feel it ABC way doesn’t make you asexual. It just means your sexual desires are different.” I’m sure there’s aro folks that are the same way. I think their ideas of what makes sexual desire or sex at all (or romantic desire or romanticism) are sadly constricted because of what they’ve been told or read or saw. (NOTE! This is not ALL ace or aro folks.)

But, yeah, misconceptions abound. The more we open up our definitions of sexuality and romanticism, the more people will see that they, too, belong to the larger whole.

First thing - I definitely agree with this. It’s awesome when new terms and conceptions expand beyond their birthplaces like this. I think it also relates to the ‘end of normal’ post right before this one - even when parts of your life fit the mainstream paradigm, looking at them from a perspective where this is one possibility among many, and not the only one possible, can be a very great thing. 

Second thing - as an asexual myself, I wanted to note that in general, asexuality is about not feeling sexually attracted to anyone, as opposed to not feeling sexual desire. I am in fact one of the ‘don’t feel desire XYZ way, but you feel it ABC way’ people - but I’m ace, because it’s sexual attraction that I don’t have. 

As per the 2nd thing, this is where I would like to beg to differ. I’ve been told by someone that because they don’t feel sexual attraction to human beings, but they feel it towards other things that they are asexual, but not a-libidinous. I agree with the not a-libidinous part, but there are tons of people who are sexual and fetishists who feel sexual attraction only to their (non-person-based) fetish and they are still considered sexual. I would posit that someone who feels/has ANY kind of sexuality is, indeed, sexual, and not asexual. Perhaps a different term needs to be made that means “not attracted to people”, but I feel the term asexual does not encompass that reality.

I guess what we really need to define here is the word “sexual”. I think that defining “sexual” as “attracted to human beings” or even “attracted to people” places sexuality into a small, narrow box and doesn’t recognize the myriad and diverse ways that human beings feel attraction & sexuality. (Note: I separate “human beings” from “people” as I believe “people” encompasses all sentient beings… aliens, robots, holograms, etc.) As someone who studies human sexuality, and more specifically, fetishes, I see time and time again folks who don’t require other human beings or people to be turned on (now, some of these folks ARE turned on by human beings or people as well, so that would make them different from those who don’t get turned on by people.)

I think part of the problem is the small boxes that people(?)/society(?) puts around sexuality.

Now, the trick here is: a number of people are invested in their identity as asexuals, even if the definition of what makes an asexual gets changed around them to be more accurate but no longer includes them. I know how bad it is to tell someone “no, you can’t label that way” but I also think it’s doing folks a disservice to make them think they’re outside of the mainstream or wrong or even just different when they’re not really, just a different variation within the same. (I’m also kinda a stickler for accuracy in definitions and word usage. I try to beat it back with a stick when it comes to self-identification, but it’s hard.)

I’m certainly not saying that asexuals don’t exist, but what I am saying is that I think sexuality is broader than we give it credit for & that we need more words and more accurate words to really describe the entirety of people’s sexual (or not) experiences.

  • 12th February
    2013
  • 12
ARISTOCRATIC GEEKERY: I would just like to say.

mrmonochrome:

Queerplatonic friendships are not solely restricted to asexual individuals.

In fact, it doesn’t even make that much sense to say asexual rather than aromantic, where at least aromantic individuals may be more naturally inclined to pursue queerplatonic relationships. Aces have no obligation not to have a romantic relationship.

So why do people always assume that if you’re in a QP relationship or interested in one = you must be asexual? I’m not, thanks. There’s nothing wrong with being ace, but I’m not ace, and that’s that. And it’s a little disappointing that my fellow romantic sexuals can’t grasp the idea that a platonic relationship might be the most important one for someone even if they have the option of a romantic/sexual one.

THANK YOU.

Note that I am romantic and sexual.

However, I’m always amazed at the concepts and ideas that ace & aro folks think are only for aces or aros. It’s like, uh, I have sexual desire and romantic desire, but I think that ABC is a great idea, or I sometimes feel XYZ (or DON’T feel XYZ), or I have a friendship like blah-blah-blah. I think aces and aros aren’t as different as they think they are. In fact, sometimes they do stuff that we do too (but that society doesn’t traditionally put emphasis on), or sometimes they’ve come up with a great term for something we didn’t have a term for.

Queerplatonic relationships? Awesome. Romantic friendships? Also awesome. Moirails/non-romantic soul mates? Hell yeah! Friendship dating? One could apply that term, possibly, to the relationship I have with 8T. But these things SERIOUSLY aren’t exclusive to aros & aces. Granted, romantics and sexuals may not use these terms (because we didn’t know them), or see these relationships in these ways, or (sadly) value these relationships as much, but we can & do have this kind of stuff. It’s the aces & the aros making up these terms and bringing them to the forefront and doing all of this work examining relationship structures (kinda like poly folks have done) and I think it’s fantastic!

Also, frankly, I think a number of people think they’re ace or aro because of what they’ve been taught or what they’ve figured out about sexuality or romanticism, and since it’s not that way for them, they think they’re ace or aro. Not to tell anyone how to define themselves, but I’ve known some ace folks that told me why they’re ace and I’m like “uh, why do you think that way of feeling means you’re not sexual? Who told you that? Just because you don’t feel desire XYZ way, but you feel it ABC way doesn’t make you asexual. It just means your sexual desires are different.” I’m sure there’s aro folks that are the same way. I think their ideas of what makes sexual desire or sex at all (or romantic desire or romanticism) are sadly constricted because of what they’ve been told or read or saw. (NOTE! This is not ALL ace or aro folks.)

But, yeah, misconceptions abound. The more we open up our definitions of sexuality and romanticism, the more people will see that they, too, belong to the larger whole.

(via relationshipanarchy)

  • 12th February
    2013
  • 12
cat-lazers:

from doris zine

I don’t know if I agree with all of this.
It’s funny & really weird, the part about sharing those things with your friends and not just your lover is something I’ve been talking about with my therapist lately. That I seem to be monogamous when it comes to emotional intimacy. That sharing those things with just anyone feels to me the same that having sex with anyone would feel to someone who’s sexually monogamous. It doesn’t feel right. It feels icky and weird and wrong, the same way that “bad touch” feels. To me, sharing those things is what makes a relationship different from my other friendships. Because sex isn’t the exclusive thing, those things are, because those things are tied into love with me. (It’s part of the same reason why, whereas I’m a very touchy-feely person, I’m only that way with people I have an emotional connection with. I feel very uncomfortable cuddling people who are casual friends of mine. The whole cuddle party w/ strangers or even friends thing sounds awful to me, for me. Ugh.)
I’m trying to learn how to have those deep emotional needs met by friends. I have an ex that I’m close with like that, but the problem is, I still have feelings for him. I’m trying to figure out how to get rid of the feelings but still have the emotional connection. I seriously don’t think I can. (And admitting all of this publicly on the internet is very hard for me.)
Is this piece telling me I’m wrong for feeling this way? Or that it’s oppressive or a tool of the patriarchy or anti-feminist or something? Or that I have to get over it? Am I not radical enough? Do have have the wrong feelings? Am I wired wrong? Or is this piece not respectful of people who are emotionally monogamous?
However, I totally agree with the concept of prioritizing friendships. I do that, but rarely do people do that for me, and it hurts like HELL. Everyone always assumes another one of my friends will do that for me and no one does and I’m always stuck alone.
Thoughts?

cat-lazers:

from doris zine

I don’t know if I agree with all of this.

It’s funny & really weird, the part about sharing those things with your friends and not just your lover is something I’ve been talking about with my therapist lately. That I seem to be monogamous when it comes to emotional intimacy. That sharing those things with just anyone feels to me the same that having sex with anyone would feel to someone who’s sexually monogamous. It doesn’t feel right. It feels icky and weird and wrong, the same way that “bad touch” feels. To me, sharing those things is what makes a relationship different from my other friendships. Because sex isn’t the exclusive thing, those things are, because those things are tied into love with me. (It’s part of the same reason why, whereas I’m a very touchy-feely person, I’m only that way with people I have an emotional connection with. I feel very uncomfortable cuddling people who are casual friends of mine. The whole cuddle party w/ strangers or even friends thing sounds awful to me, for me. Ugh.)

I’m trying to learn how to have those deep emotional needs met by friends. I have an ex that I’m close with like that, but the problem is, I still have feelings for him. I’m trying to figure out how to get rid of the feelings but still have the emotional connection. I seriously don’t think I can. (And admitting all of this publicly on the internet is very hard for me.)

Is this piece telling me I’m wrong for feeling this way? Or that it’s oppressive or a tool of the patriarchy or anti-feminist or something? Or that I have to get over it? Am I not radical enough? Do have have the wrong feelings? Am I wired wrong? Or is this piece not respectful of people who are emotionally monogamous?

However, I totally agree with the concept of prioritizing friendships. I do that, but rarely do people do that for me, and it hurts like HELL. Everyone always assumes another one of my friends will do that for me and no one does and I’m always stuck alone.

Thoughts?

  • 26th September
    2012
  • 26

westofawhitehouse:

gendertruckery:

stephenmccranie:

A comic I drew on fighting procrastination.

www.doodlealley.com

Hey! This is useful advice that I’ll probably not take for another year. o3o

Oh, if only I could learn to change my ways.

Boy, it’s obvious this person has the privilege of not having a chronic illness.

1.) Some of them make it hard to plan at all by their very nature. My procrastination isn’t just a bad habit, it’s part of one of my mental illnesses.

2.) Some of them make it so you have good days and bad days and you don’t know what the day will be like until you get there. You make plans thinking that you’ll feel X way on X day and when you don’t, you’re fucked. I would love to take on tomorrow’s bricks today. But I can’t handle today’s bricks today and I know I’ll have to dump some of them on tomorrow. And tomorrow already has its own bricks.

Like right now. I made plans to get to bed at a reasonable hour so I could feel ok for this very stressful phone interview for social services I have at 10:45 am tomorrow.

I went to bed at a reasonable hour.

But, like has been happening for the past 2 months, I’m having hyposomnia (which is what “insomnia” really usually is. Insomnia means you can’t sleep AT ALL. Hyposomnia means you have problems falling asleep or you can’t sleep enough.) So it doesn’t matter that I tried to fall asleep at a reasonable time. It’s 3am and I’m still awake. I’m even on sleeping pills (something I HATE having to take as I never had these sleep problems before) and I don’t feel ANY DIFFERENT.

You can have all the proper sleep hygiene in the world, but when you can’t sleep, you can’t sleep. And the sleeping pills (or herbs… tried that too) just make me sleepier (except for tonight) but w/o the ability to sleep.

I know I’m going to be exhausted in the morning. The worst part is… I haven’t gotten enough sleep the past 2 days. I even tried napping. No dice. I fell apart completely today a number of times. Once was in public.

In short, I am fucked, regardless of what I do.

Can someone else help carry some of these bricks? They’re piling up and I can’t carry them all.

(via jubilantjezebel)

  • 13th September
    2012
  • 13
Combatting Anon Hate: Turning off anon messages

combatanonhate:

We have received a number of questions and comments about the fact that individuals receiving anonymous hate mail should turn their “allow anon asks” feature off.

We do, of course, recommend turning off anonymous asks as the first port of call for anyone receiving hate mail. For more information…

No, the RIGHT answer to this is “because asking them to turn anon messages off is BLAMING THE VICTIM”. It’s the EXACT same thing as “don’t walk alone at night if you don’t want to be raped”. Don’t leave yourself open to attacks if you don’t want to be attacked is VICTIM BLAMING. It’s putting the impetus on the victim instead of on the attacker.

I hope that along with this project, there’s another project that reaches out to people who send anonymous hate messages, talks gently to them, finds out WHY they send them, and gets them help for the causes of them sending the messages. Helps them to a place where they don’t feel the need to send the messages anymore. Because, in the end, if we want this stuff to stop, THIS is what needs to happen. Angrily blaming them, while a perfectly valid emotion, isn’t actually a solution and will not actually FIX anything. Treat the causes, not the symptoms.

We need to fix the causes of various social problems if we want them to stop, not just do the cleanup & help the victims.

  • 13th September
    2012
  • 13

modelcnyle:

(18+) NSFW

Your hump day just got a little sexier with this new Zivity set that went live TODAY! CNyle and Starry Night Photography collaborate in this studio session where CNyle bears it all as she plays with her NES and Nintendo Power Mags. If you got some free time today go check it out, not a member? Message me I’ll send you a site invite. Also DON’T FORGET TO VOTE!


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As much as these are hot (and, OH. THEY ARE. And HOORAY for chubby chick porn!), why not also have some pics of her actually PLAYING the Nintendo? Now, to be fair, to see the entire photoset, you have to subscribe. I don’t have the cash, so I don’t know… there may be photos of her playing the NES. Otherwise it’s just a hot chick posing with NES stuff. It’s posed all fake. (I’m not saying it IS all fake. It just APPEARS that way. Keep reading.) Now, I’m not saying she’s not a gamer girl. I would never say that. Frankly, I don’t know. There’s no way to tell from these photos. She may be just posing. Or she may kick my ass at Metroid or Zelda or Yoshi’s Cookie. [Which, in this case, isn’t saying much, because I’m bad at Metroid and not much better at Zelda. But Yoshi’s Cookie? Bring it on!] This might have been someone else’s idea (and if she was all about it, that’s fine). Or it might have been her creation because she really loves her NES that much. But that’s the problem with these pics… YOU DON’T KNOW. So often are women put into tech or geek settings and then told that they’re “geeky” (when they may or may not be) and their bodies are sexualized and geekery is being used to sell something, whether it’s a product or sexuality or whatever, that you have to ask these days “is this real or is this fake?” I wish I didn’t have to ask. I wish that that kind of shit didn’t happen, so any picset like this I would KNOW is by a real, self-defined geek girl and, in this case, a lover of the NES.

I’m trying to be very careful here to not say that these are fake or she’s fake, because the problem is that you can’t tell, and that’s the whole idea behind this post. I do NOT want to be part of the whole “you’re not really a X because of ABC” thing, because that is SO part of the problem.

Before you get the wrong idea, I don’t mind geekery being sexualized. In fact, I approve of that very much. But I absolutely HATE the idea of geekery being used to SELL something. Now, I don’t mean products made for geek consumption to fill a hole in the geek market. I mean the *IDEA* of geekery, of a stereotyped concept of “geek” or “gamer” or whatever, being used to push something, anything. “Let’s make her pose with boffer LARPing stuff so we can sell more porn! It doesn’t matter she doesn’t boffer LARP… the LARPer boys will eat this right up!” or “If we call it ‘geek ‘Screen’ and pitch it as ‘keep your monitor tan!’ then we can sell more sunscreen!” or “Slap a Slave Leia on it and the nerds’ll be all over it!” See the difference? It cheapens our identities, our very beings. It cheapens what makes us US.

Geek is my identity, my primary identity. In fact, I think, in some ways, it bothers me more when geek is used to sell things than women’s sexuality, because I identify more with geek as identity than women’s sexuality. (Also maybe because women’s sexuality being used to sell things is just so omnipresent that it’s so easy to be desensitized to it.)

(via jubilantjezebel)

  • 11th September
    2012
  • 11

anddeathsmiled:

“I had my father get sick when I was 22. And I was poor, alright. And my father had an ulcer, and it exploded and you know all these toxins get in your blood. And basically, my father died, whatever, 50 days after his ulcer. So I had a father get sick while I was poor. My mother got sick when I was rich. And my mother, you know… I don’t really want to get into it, but my mother was sicker than my father. And my mother’s alive. My mother’s fine, OK? I remember going to the hospital to see my mother and wondering, ‘Was I in the right place?’ Like, this was a hotel. Like it had a concierge, man. People don’t… if the average person really knew the discrepancy in the health care system, there’d be riots in the streets, OK? They would burn this motherfucker down!””

Chris Rock [video]

Bringing this back, because some people don’t seem to understand that there is a discrepancy in the quality of care among poor, middle-class, and wealthy people, NO MATTER HOW DEBILITATING THEIR RESPECTIVE DISEASES MAY BE.

(via cgdageek)

Forever reblog. 

(via missgingerlee)

People just don’t get it.  They just don’t.  “Talk to your doctor about it!” is impossible advicewhen you can almost never afford a doctor, and often cannot even arrange to see the same one.  So you are stuck with inadequate health care from overworked people who do not know you or particularly care, and who are not familiar with your case.  Shit has to be severe before you are willing to put your ass in hock to go talk to somebody.

This shit KILLS PEOPLE.  And fucking nobody. Listens.

(via naamahdarling)

I’m gonna add my story here.

I was diagnosed with a gallstone November 2011 after 6 weeks of weird, bad pain that I knew was food related but couldn’t figure out what was going on. It all came to a head when I was in extreme pain and vomiting and I had to go to the emergency room. I was told I did nothing wrong to cause this problem… lots of people have gallstone problems… some people’s systems are more susceptible to it.

Now, I have the Maryland PAC (Primary Adult Care) program. Some Maryland agencies will say this is Medicaid. Other ones say that it is NOT Medicaid. I STILL can’t get a straight answer about it. This is the insurance they give you when you’re very poor, but not disabled, etc. (Note that I am disabled, but I was unable to prove it at the time that I applied for the insurance.) This is what your average person who is very poor gets for insurance in Maryland.

With this program, you have to choose an HMO. I chose Maryland Physicians Care. I chose them because the only information I was given on the various HMOs were brochures, some of them with less than 50 words on them, and this was the only one who listed “mental health services” as available. (At the time, the PAC information did not state that all HMOs would have mental health services available.) Because this was the main benefit I knew I’d be using (as I’m pretty physically well, but struggle with a lot of mental wellness issues), it was my choosing point.

PAC is VERY well care focused. They’re very “we can stop small health problems from becoming big health problems”. (Ignoring the fact that this simply isn’t true all the time.) This covers a number of well care services via a PCP. It does not cover specialists. It does NOT cover some (pretty standard) *lab tests, even if done by your PCP @ their office. It covers women’s care (because this is law in MD) except for tubal ligation. It covers a select number of drugs for $2.50 a prescription (they used to be free). Other drugs require special prior authorization. A number of drugs they will not cover if you can get it OtC, regardless of the fact that you’re taking more than the OtC dose or the fact that you can’t AFFORD to buy it OtC. They used to have eye & dental coverage (for very basic services) for everyone but then changed it back to just certain populations. Maryland Physicians Care also covers mental health services, and it’s how I’m going to a therapist, seeing a psychiatrist, and I used to go to group therapy at no cost to me. (I have to give them credit for this. It has been wonderful and made SUCH a difference in my mental health.)

This does NOT include hospitalization or surgery. PERIOD. It covers everything in the emergency room EXCEPT for the doctor’s bill. That’s about $600-700. You are expected to cover this.

I want you to note something here. Your average poor person in the State of Maryland IS NOT ELIGIBLE FOR STATE-GIVEN FULL MEDICAL COVERAGE, REGARDLESS of how low their income is. The ONLY way you’re eligible is via age, disability, HIV status, etc.

When I was diagnosed with my gallstone, I was told that my insurance would not cover its removal because the gallbladder wasn’t infected, despite the fact that it can only get worse (the gallstones will not go away on their own) & there’s a good chance I could get more gallstones. I was told I had to eat a low-fat diet.

I’ve been eating a low-fat diet for months. This has its own advantages, but has made my grocery bills go WAY up (low-fat, high-protein [which is required to stay full when you are eating low fat] food costs a HELL of a lot more) & makes dining out far more difficult. It’s hard to be spontaneous, it requires previous research, and if they screw up my order, I can’t just say “that’s ok”, they HAVE to take it back. It has interfered with my social life, something that’s very important for my mental wellness.

I unexpectedly had another attack (biliary colic, it’s called) at 5 am a few weeks ago. The pain was so bad I couldn’t help but yell out loud. I was almost throwing up. I was sweating profusely from the pain. (They ruled out other causes & it let up when the pain did.) I had to wake my housemate & be rushed to the emergency room.

I had eaten within my diet that night. I did nothing wrong & was told so by the physician’s assistant.

They did ultrasounds. I now have *2* gallstones. (The first one has a little buddy.) I did nothing wrong for this to happen.

I required *2* IV shots of painkillers (including morphine) and *2* shots of anti-nausea medication to feel better. I could barely control myself from screaming & could hardly stay still to have them put the IV in my arm.

I still need my gallbladder removed. But because it is not infected, my insurance still will not cover it.

I can have another attack at ANY time. Eating low-fat lowers my chances, but I still have the risk every time I eat. I obviously can’t not eat, and I obviously can’t not eat any fat, because that would be dangerously unhealthy. (I was eating too low fat of a diet when I first had my attack in November & it wasn’t good. I was hungry CONSTANTLY, I was grumpy & miserable and I could NOT stop thinking about food. It wasn’t healthy.) Since that attack a few weeks ago, EVERY time I eat, I have some pain. It’s negligible usually, but it’s there. And, frankly, it’s enough to SCARE ME SHITLESS.

I now have $1400 in doctor’s bills. They told me if I have another attack to just come back to the emergency room. At any time, I could need to go back. I could need to go back multiple times. This means adding another $700 to my bills for each trip.

I had to go to the pharmacy to fill 2 prescriptions after my attack: one for more Percocet & one for an anti-emetic & anti-nausea medication. Apparently the anti-nausea med (ondansetron, which sounds like a Transformer) is highly effective, but highly expensive. Because it was so expensive, my insurance refused to cover it without prior authorization. Regardless of the fact it was prescribed during an emergency. 6 pills cost me $22. I considered not buying the medication as it was $22 I didn’t have. In the end, I decided I wanted it, so I put it on a credit card. (Glad I did, because the other night I wanted to preemptively stave off pain by taking Percocet, but apparently nausea is a side effect, and I felt quite sick to my stomach, so I took one of the anti-nausea meds. I now have 4.5 of them.) Apparently $22 is considered too much money by the State of Maryland. It didn’t occur to the doctor to check to make sure my insurance would cover the medication as is (I’ve found that emergency room doctors don’t do that. However, my psychiatrist is VERY careful to always do that, even if it means calling up my insurance while I’m in his office)… it occurred to the doctor to prescribe the medication he thought was best suited to my symptoms & the occasion.

Not to mention… because the pain killers prescribed for this condition are all opiates (because they’re pretty much the only ones strong enough… my most recent attack, not even the Percocet they had prescribed for me previously was strong enough to DO anything), I’m starting to develop mild symptoms of opiate addiction. This is more than disconcerting to me & I’d like to avoid opiates in the future because, frankly, I’m starting to like them a little too much & want them more than I feel comfortable with.

This is costing the state and the hospital MORE money than if they had just removed it last November. This is negatively affecting my lifestyle on a daily basis. (I don’t have the option of “oh, just cheat on your diet”. It’s not a chosen diet… it’s a required one.) This is negatively affecting my physical (the pain after meals) and mental (the worry & freaking out) health. I have to worry every time I feel pain “is this the onset of a major attack?” This is costing me quite a bit more money, as low-fat foods are a lot more expensive than their moderate & high fat siblings.

I’m at the point where I’m applying for retroactive medical assistance & full Medicaid (or Medicare). I’ve done some research, and I’m hoping to get on Medicaid HealthChoice, as this will let me stick with my current HMO, my current doctor, therapist, psych, and just will add more healthcare options, like surgeons for my surgery. I must admit, though, I am scared (really, quite shitless) that I will be switched to some other program that won’t cover my current therapist & psychiatrist. (This really strikes fear in my heart & I try not to think about it.)

I’ve filled out the forms… it’s up to the State of Maryland to decide if I’m disabled “enough” to qualify.

Frankly, I shouldn’t have to be disabled, though, to not have to live with the constant threat of extreme pain. This is what it all comes down to.

Hi. I’m CableFlame. I’m 30 years old, female(ish. I’ve got innie parts, for whatever that’s worth.), and I live in Takoma Park, MD. I live with the constant threat of extreme pain merely because I’m poor. If I could hold down a full-time job (which I can’t because of my disability), I could have health insurance that covered the procedure and have had this dealt with 10 months ago.

THERE ARE HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF OTHERS LIKE ME OUT THERE. Some of them are in the State of Maryland. Some are not. And, unlike me, not everyone can claim a disability to attempt to get full health insurance coverage from the state.

EVERYONE DESERVES FULL & PROPER MEDICAL CARE, REGARDLESS OF ABILITY TO PAY.

* I had some weird discharge from my vagina once. I went to my PCP to get it checked out, because I wasn’t covered to go to a women’s clinic for this. When I went, I was told that he wanted to take a sample & get it analyzed, but my insurance wouldn’t cover it. Because I couldn’t afford the lab tests, he suggested to try a specific medication suppository & if it didn’t clear up, then to come back & have the tests anyway & somehow pony up the cash. Luckily it did clear up. But we still don’t know what I had, only that the medication cleared it up. This is not a helpful or safe way of doing medicine.

  • 8th September
    2012
  • 08
moniquill:

ottoo:

practice-self-love:

popular-slut-club:

colorsofequality:

girl-in-a-wheelchair:

gettingahealthybody:

Great idea. Though I think 5 flights of stairs is manageable too :)

That’s nice, I’ll just bump my wheelchair up the stairs then.
Oh wait, that’s not actually possible. You look at stairs and see exercise? I look at stairs and see a painful and insurmountable rack of bone crunching, joint crushing and muscle tearing misery.
Whoever did this an insensitive and thoughtless person.
They think they’re helping, but they’re making fun of people who have disabilities that mean they can’t climb stairs, they’re shaming us. On top of that they’ve stuck tape over the braille writing, making them illegible for anyone who can’t see!

This is super ableist, and fatphobic. I don’t like it, at all.

wow i’m disgusted

This is so disgusting and intensely disappointing.. if your first thought is that this is “clever” and “smart,” then take a second to figure out why some people are seriously offended by this (and why you should be too). 
Let me preface this by saying that I think that it’s GREAT, if you are able to use stairs, if you choose (for yourself) to use stairs instead of the elevator. I use the stairs whenever I am able to (also because elevators give me vertigo and I’m slightly claustrophobic, but that’s a different story). 
When someone does something like this, it’s obvious that they’re not thinking about why the button is there in the first place. Why the braille is there. That the button is not only used by people who you deem to be too lazy to use the stairs. 
Ugh:
thinking it’s a “great idea” to be casually ableist
equating stairs with exercise and “smart decisions” as if there aren’t people who physically depend on elevators and ramps to get around
shaming people who choose elevators over stairs, even when they are able to use stairs (you don’t have a right to shame anybody for their decisions)
putting tape over braille as if no one needs that to READ the buttons
Take a second to think before you post stuff like this, please.
Let’s try to be as inclusive as possible to people of all body types and all abilities.
/endrant

Key word, “offended”. Please, get offended more. It really makes you look like you’re taking the high road. “Oh no, don’t do that. That OFFENDS me, I’m super sensitive about every little thing that has to do with what makes me not normal and I can’t fucking grow up and move on with my life knowing that I’m the better man. No, I need to point out and make a big deal when I think someone is being overtly offensive in any fashion because I either want others to see how sensitive I am towards those that don’t have it like I do or I want attention.”
I seriously hate when people throw around “that’s offensive”. I’m gay, fat, lazy, and a furry but I don’t get offended by gay slurs, hateful names or being told to burn in hell. I act like the better man and shrug it off as the bully being a bigot that needs to pick on others to feel better about themselves. Move on. Associate yourself with those that are not hateful. Pick your battles. When they start taking rights away from you, then you fight back. But there’s no reason to be offended. None. Take a fucking joke.

Yo, Ottoo?
You are a horrible fucking person.
Because you are attempting to tell other people what they are and are not allowed to be fucking HURT by.
No one has a single fuck to give about how totally not offended you are and how easily you can shrug off shit. No one.
No pone gives a fuck about you ‘choosing the high road’ or ‘being the better man’
Not a single fucking thing ever got changed by someone grinning and bearing it.
Shit changes because people have said ‘That hurts me. Stop.’
And every time you try to silence someone and tell them that they shouldn’t be hurt, shouldn’t be offended, shouldn’t choose this battle, that this isn’t important - you are serving the hurtful rather than the hurt.
And you are a horrible fucking person if you do that.

Hey, Moniquil & those reblogging/<3ing her? Guess what? IT’S NEVER OK TO CALL SOMEONE A HORRIBLE FUCKING PERSON. That’s a PERSONAL SLAM. It’s as if everything I say about “you don’t know where someone’s coming from; you don’t know if your insults will trigger mental health issues” and, moreover “you can fight oppression without taking shots at people… we have to take the high road and be better than those we’re fighting” just gets ignored. Or doesn’t get spread around enough.
I agree with just about everything else you say. I agree that not being offended by something doesn’t make you a better person or more of a man. Choosing the high road IS saying something and NOT ignoring it. The high road is fighting for what’s right, not ignoring wrong.
But taking the high road is ALSO not giving out personal insults. And calling someone a horrible fucking person is doing EXACTLY THAT. Giving out personal insults is something to be ASHAMED of.
Fight for what’s right w/o resorting to personal slams. What’s right will win out w/o the use of insults & untruths. It doesn’t need them to be right or to win.
Be honest, be fair, and do what’s right. That’s all that needs to be done. And speak out against personal attacks and don’t reblog them (at least w/o speaking out against them.)

moniquill:

ottoo:

practice-self-love:

popular-slut-club:

colorsofequality:

girl-in-a-wheelchair:

gettingahealthybody:

Great idea. Though I think 5 flights of stairs is manageable too :)

That’s nice, I’ll just bump my wheelchair up the stairs then.

Oh wait, that’s not actually possible. You look at stairs and see exercise? I look at stairs and see a painful and insurmountable rack of bone crunching, joint crushing and muscle tearing misery.

Whoever did this an insensitive and thoughtless person.

They think they’re helping, but they’re making fun of people who have disabilities that mean they can’t climb stairs, they’re shaming us. On top of that they’ve stuck tape over the braille writing, making them illegible for anyone who can’t see!

This is super ableist, and fatphobic. I don’t like it, at all.

wow i’m disgusted

This is so disgusting and intensely disappointing.. if your first thought is that this is “clever” and “smart,” then take a second to figure out why some people are seriously offended by this (and why you should be too). 

Let me preface this by saying that I think that it’s GREAT, if you are able to use stairs, if you choose (for yourself) to use stairs instead of the elevator. I use the stairs whenever I am able to (also because elevators give me vertigo and I’m slightly claustrophobic, but that’s a different story). 

When someone does something like this, it’s obvious that they’re not thinking about why the button is there in the first place. Why the braille is there. That the button is not only used by people who you deem to be too lazy to use the stairs. 

Ugh:

  • thinking it’s a “great idea” to be casually ableist
  • equating stairs with exercise and “smart decisions” as if there aren’t people who physically depend on elevators and ramps to get around
  • shaming people who choose elevators over stairs, even when they are able to use stairs (you don’t have a right to shame anybody for their decisions)
  • putting tape over braille as if no one needs that to READ the buttons

Take a second to think before you post stuff like this, please.

Let’s try to be as inclusive as possible to people of all body types and all abilities.

/endrant

Key word, “offended”. Please, get offended more. It really makes you look like you’re taking the high road. “Oh no, don’t do that. That OFFENDS me, I’m super sensitive about every little thing that has to do with what makes me not normal and I can’t fucking grow up and move on with my life knowing that I’m the better man. No, I need to point out and make a big deal when I think someone is being overtly offensive in any fashion because I either want others to see how sensitive I am towards those that don’t have it like I do or I want attention.”

I seriously hate when people throw around “that’s offensive”. I’m gay, fat, lazy, and a furry but I don’t get offended by gay slurs, hateful names or being told to burn in hell. I act like the better man and shrug it off as the bully being a bigot that needs to pick on others to feel better about themselves. Move on. Associate yourself with those that are not hateful. Pick your battles. When they start taking rights away from you, then you fight back. But there’s no reason to be offended. None. Take a fucking joke.

Yo, Ottoo?

You are a horrible fucking person.

Because you are attempting to tell other people what they are and are not allowed to be fucking HURT by.

No one has a single fuck to give about how totally not offended you are and how easily you can shrug off shit. No one.

No pone gives a fuck about you ‘choosing the high road’ or ‘being the better man’

Not a single fucking thing ever got changed by someone grinning and bearing it.

Shit changes because people have said ‘That hurts me. Stop.’

And every time you try to silence someone and tell them that they shouldn’t be hurt, shouldn’t be offended, shouldn’t choose this battle, that this isn’t important - you are serving the hurtful rather than the hurt.

And you are a horrible fucking person if you do that.

Hey, Moniquil & those reblogging/<3ing her? Guess what? IT’S NEVER OK TO CALL SOMEONE A HORRIBLE FUCKING PERSON. That’s a PERSONAL SLAM. It’s as if everything I say about “you don’t know where someone’s coming from; you don’t know if your insults will trigger mental health issues” and, moreover “you can fight oppression without taking shots at people… we have to take the high road and be better than those we’re fighting” just gets ignored. Or doesn’t get spread around enough.

I agree with just about everything else you say. I agree that not being offended by something doesn’t make you a better person or more of a man. Choosing the high road IS saying something and NOT ignoring it. The high road is fighting for what’s right, not ignoring wrong.

But taking the high road is ALSO not giving out personal insults. And calling someone a horrible fucking person is doing EXACTLY THAT. Giving out personal insults is something to be ASHAMED of.

Fight for what’s right w/o resorting to personal slams. What’s right will win out w/o the use of insults & untruths. It doesn’t need them to be right or to win.

Be honest, be fair, and do what’s right. That’s all that needs to be done. And speak out against personal attacks and don’t reblog them (at least w/o speaking out against them.)

(Source: memecollection, via stopanthropomorphizingme)

  • 8th September
    2012
  • 08
another-vegan-feminist:

magdolenelives:

Now rebloggable!

OMG.

That sounds like assault to me. You held onto someone w/o their permission. Non-consensual. UNCOOL.
Remember, our values (like don&#8217;t touch w/o consent) don&#8217;t just apply to our own selves or to our people or when it&#8217;s convenient to us&#8230; they have to apply always. Including when dealing with anti-legal-abortion folks.
Also, it&#8217;s fucking Halloween. Can&#8217;t we let the politics rest for one night and just enjoy dressing up &amp; galavanting around? Can&#8217;t we let the awesomeness of Halloween unite us and remind us of our similarities for once?

another-vegan-feminist:

magdolenelives:

Now rebloggable!

OMG.

That sounds like assault to me. You held onto someone w/o their permission. Non-consensual. UNCOOL.

Remember, our values (like don’t touch w/o consent) don’t just apply to our own selves or to our people or when it’s convenient to us… they have to apply always. Including when dealing with anti-legal-abortion folks.

Also, it’s fucking Halloween. Can’t we let the politics rest for one night and just enjoy dressing up & galavanting around? Can’t we let the awesomeness of Halloween unite us and remind us of our similarities for once?

(via anddeathsmiled)

  • 8th September
    2012
  • 08
oneandonlygabriel:

steegeschnoeber:

oneandonlygabriel:

I really, REALLY wish you could read this article about a father who started wearing skirts because his son likes to wear skirts and dresses and he wants his son to feel strongerLike, holy shit, the end made me feel so happy 

I took the liberty to translate the text.
Please note that it’s not a word to word translation.

Sometimes men simply have to be role models.
Because his son likes to wear skirts Nils Pickert started with it as well. After all, the little one needs a role model. And he thinks long skirts with elastic bands suit him quite well anyways. A story about two misfits in the Province of southern Germany.
My fife year old son likes to wear dresses. In Berlin Kreuzberg that alone would be enough to get into conversation with other parents. Is it wise or ridiculous? „Neither one nor the other!“ I still want to shout back at them. But sadly they can’t hear me any more. Because by now I live in a small town in South Germany. Not even a hundred thousand inhabitants, very traditional, very religious. Plainly motherland. Here the partiality of my son are not only a subject for parents, they are a town wide issue. And I did my bit for that to happen.
Yes, I’m one of those dads, that try to raise their children equal. I’m not one of those academic daddies that ramble about gender equality during their studies and then, as soon as a child’s in the house, still relapse into those fluffy gender roles: He’s finding fulfilment in his carrier and she’s doing the rest.
Thus I am, I know that by now, part of the minority that makes a fool of themselves from time to time. Out of conviction.
In my case that’s because I didn’t want to talk my son into not wearing dresses and skirts. He didn’t make friends in doing that in Berlin already and after a lot of contemplation I had only one option left: To broaden my shoulders for my little buddy and dress in a skirt myself. After all you can’t expect a child at pre-school age to have the same ability to assert themselves as an adult. Completely without role model. And so I became that role model.
We already had skirt and dress days back then during mild Kreuzbergian weather. And I think long skirts with elastic bands suit me quite well anyways. Dresses are a bit more difficult. There was either no reaction of the people in Berlin or it was positive. In my small town in the south of Germany that’s a little bit different.
Being all stressed out, because of the moving I forgot to notify the nursery-school teachers to have an eye on my boy not being laughed at because of his fondness of dresses and skirts. Shortly after moving he didn’t dare to go to nursery-school wearing a skirt or a dress any more. And looking at me with big eyes he asked: “Daddy, when are you going to wear a skirt again?”
To this very day I’m thankful for that women, that stared at us on the street until she ran face first into a street light. My son was roaring with laugher. And the next day he fished out a dress from the depth of his wardrobe. At first only for the weekend. Later also for nursery-school.
And what’s the little guy doing by now? He’s painting his fingernails. He thinks it looks pretty on my nails, too. He’s simply smiling, when other boys ( and it’s nearly always boys) want to make fun of him and says: “You only don’t dare to wear skirts and dresses because your dads don’t dare to either.” That’s how broad his own shoulders have become by now. And all thanks to daddy in a skirt.

I hope it’s alright like this.

Translated version for y’alls liking

What a great father! (And, yes, he does look quite good in that outfit. It really DOES suit him.)
And “You only don’t dare to wear skirts and dresses because your dads don’t dare to either.” That&#8217;s so awesome.
And the fact that they&#8217;re doing this in traditional Germany&#8230; that&#8217;s wonderful. (I wouldn&#8217;t call 100,000 people &#8220;small town&#8221;. DC is only 700,000. I grew up in a town of 2,000. THAT&#8217;S small town.) It&#8217;s so much easier to do this in urban areas&#8230; to stick your neck out elsewhere, that&#8217;s courage.
(It reminds me of holding hands with my (now ex) girlfriend while at the supermarket with her in small town France. The fucks we didn&#8217;t give could have filled a jumbo jet.)

oneandonlygabriel:

steegeschnoeber:

oneandonlygabriel:

I really, REALLY wish you could read this article about a father who started wearing skirts because his son likes to wear skirts and dresses and he wants his son to feel stronger
Like, holy shit, the end made me feel so happy 

I took the liberty to translate the text.

Please note that it’s not a word to word translation.

Sometimes men simply have to be role models.

Because his son likes to wear skirts Nils Pickert started with it as well. After all, the little one needs a role model. And he thinks long skirts with elastic bands suit him quite well anyways. A story about two misfits in the Province of southern Germany.

My fife year old son likes to wear dresses. In Berlin Kreuzberg that alone would be enough to get into conversation with other parents. Is it wise or ridiculous? „Neither one nor the other!“ I still want to shout back at them. But sadly they can’t hear me any more. Because by now I live in a small town in South Germany. Not even a hundred thousand inhabitants, very traditional, very religious. Plainly motherland. Here the partiality of my son are not only a subject for parents, they are a town wide issue. And I did my bit for that to happen.

Yes, I’m one of those dads, that try to raise their children equal. I’m not one of those academic daddies that ramble about gender equality during their studies and then, as soon as a child’s in the house, still relapse into those fluffy gender roles: He’s finding fulfilment in his carrier and she’s doing the rest.

Thus I am, I know that by now, part of the minority that makes a fool of themselves from time to time. Out of conviction.

In my case that’s because I didn’t want to talk my son into not wearing dresses and skirts. He didn’t make friends in doing that in Berlin already and after a lot of contemplation I had only one option left: To broaden my shoulders for my little buddy and dress in a skirt myself. After all you can’t expect a child at pre-school age to have the same ability to assert themselves as an adult. Completely without role model. And so I became that role model.

We already had skirt and dress days back then during mild Kreuzbergian weather. And I think long skirts with elastic bands suit me quite well anyways. Dresses are a bit more difficult. There was either no reaction of the people in Berlin or it was positive. In my small town in the south of Germany that’s a little bit different.

Being all stressed out, because of the moving I forgot to notify the nursery-school teachers to have an eye on my boy not being laughed at because of his fondness of dresses and skirts. Shortly after moving he didn’t dare to go to nursery-school wearing a skirt or a dress any more. And looking at me with big eyes he asked: “Daddy, when are you going to wear a skirt again?”

To this very day I’m thankful for that women, that stared at us on the street until she ran face first into a street light. My son was roaring with laugher. And the next day he fished out a dress from the depth of his wardrobe. At first only for the weekend. Later also for nursery-school.

And what’s the little guy doing by now? He’s painting his fingernails. He thinks it looks pretty on my nails, too. He’s simply smiling, when other boys ( and it’s nearly always boys) want to make fun of him and says: “You only don’t dare to wear skirts and dresses because your dads don’t dare to either.” That’s how broad his own shoulders have become by now. And all thanks to daddy in a skirt.

I hope it’s alright like this.

Translated version for y’alls liking

What a great father! (And, yes, he does look quite good in that outfit. It really DOES suit him.)

And “You only don’t dare to wear skirts and dresses because your dads don’t dare to either.” That’s so awesome.

And the fact that they’re doing this in traditional Germany… that’s wonderful. (I wouldn’t call 100,000 people “small town”. DC is only 700,000. I grew up in a town of 2,000. THAT’S small town.) It’s so much easier to do this in urban areas… to stick your neck out elsewhere, that’s courage.

(It reminds me of holding hands with my (now ex) girlfriend while at the supermarket with her in small town France. The fucks we didn’t give could have filled a jumbo jet.)

(via anddeathsmiled)

  • 7th September
    2012
  • 07
And this isn&#8217;t always a bad thing. Sometimes that illusion is the ONLY thing that gets someone through the day. It&#8217;s not a long term solution, but if you need an illusion to keep you from offing yourself, you keep your illusion (having awareness that that&#8217;s what&#8217;s going on) and work to find someone else to replace it in the meantime. But, yes, it&#8217;s important to know that it is, indeed, an illusion.

And this isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes that illusion is the ONLY thing that gets someone through the day. It’s not a long term solution, but if you need an illusion to keep you from offing yourself, you keep your illusion (having awareness that that’s what’s going on) and work to find someone else to replace it in the meantime. But, yes, it’s important to know that it is, indeed, an illusion.

(Source: learnandfight, via johnhexcarter)

  • 6th September
    2012
  • 06
jerseydevildog:

katlinsumnersmodel:

thehungryhungryemo:

theriotmag:

Well, we can only assume he does.  Akin recently stated that he has spoken to doctors who have told him that, in cases of “legitimate rape,” the female body has biological defenses to prevent pregnancy.
It is possible that he has somehow confused human vaginas with duck vaginas, which have evolved natural defenses against rape-happy male ducks.
I now ask you, ladies and gentlemen, how does one confuse a human vagina with a duck vagina?  Hmm?
The answer is clear: Todd Akin fucks ducks.  He is a duckfucker. 
Maybe this isn’t true, but since Akin feels no need to check his facts re: human biology or his fucked-up use of the term “legitimate rape,” I’m not feeling too keen on checking mine re: his duckfucking or lack there-of.
So, it’s pretty simple.  Don’t vote for this duckfucker right here.

Duck fucker.


you can go 20 years building houses and bridges but have nobody call you an architect….. but you fuck ONE duck, just ONE duck….

Or, you know, you can be the better person and not stoop to his level. Seriously. Just because he doesn&#8217;t check facts doesn&#8217;t mean you should go around not checking facts and doing stuff like that. It&#8217;s tasteless.
Let&#8217;s be BETTER people than our opponents, shall we? Then we&#8217;ll always have the higher ground. Then when they try to sling stuff our way, we can be like &#8220;oh, look, you did XYZ AND WE DIDN&#8217;T&#8221;.
&#8220;Liberalism: Because we&#8217;re BETTER.&#8221;
But, yeah, I don&#8217;t even think we need to put &#8220;don&#8217;t vote for him&#8221;, because, I mean, really, who IS voting for him? 2 people? Maybe? Srlsy. It&#8217;s so obvious.

jerseydevildog:

katlinsumnersmodel:

thehungryhungryemo:

theriotmag:

Well, we can only assume he does.  Akin recently stated that he has spoken to doctors who have told him that, in cases of “legitimate rape,” the female body has biological defenses to prevent pregnancy.

It is possible that he has somehow confused human vaginas with duck vaginas, which have evolved natural defenses against rape-happy male ducks.

I now ask you, ladies and gentlemen, how does one confuse a human vagina with a duck vagina?  Hmm?

The answer is clear: Todd Akin fucks ducks.  He is a duckfucker. 

Maybe this isn’t true, but since Akin feels no need to check his facts re: human biology or his fucked-up use of the term “legitimate rape,” I’m not feeling too keen on checking mine re: his duckfucking or lack there-of.

So, it’s pretty simple.  Don’t vote for this duckfucker right here.

Duck fucker.

you can go 20 years building houses and bridges but have nobody call you an architect….. but you fuck ONE duck, just ONE duck….

Or, you know, you can be the better person and not stoop to his level. Seriously. Just because he doesn’t check facts doesn’t mean you should go around not checking facts and doing stuff like that. It’s tasteless.

Let’s be BETTER people than our opponents, shall we? Then we’ll always have the higher ground. Then when they try to sling stuff our way, we can be like “oh, look, you did XYZ AND WE DIDN’T”.

“Liberalism: Because we’re BETTER.”

But, yeah, I don’t even think we need to put “don’t vote for him”, because, I mean, really, who IS voting for him? 2 people? Maybe? Srlsy. It’s so obvious.

(via anddeathsmiled)

  • 6th September
    2012
  • 06
YUP.
Also, even if you&#8217;re just hanging out as friends, worried about going back home and being alone when you&#8217;re done.
Also also, summertime comes and you&#8217;re not really able to enjoy it because you&#8217;re freaking out about how fall &amp; winter are coming. (September is SO ROUGH because of this, because September makes it OFFICIAL that Summer&#8217;s ending/ended. I *hate* September.)

YUP.

Also, even if you’re just hanging out as friends, worried about going back home and being alone when you’re done.

Also also, summertime comes and you’re not really able to enjoy it because you’re freaking out about how fall & winter are coming. (September is SO ROUGH because of this, because September makes it OFFICIAL that Summer’s ending/ended. I *hate* September.)

(via mhproblems)

  • 5th September
    2012
  • 05
rosalarian:

anna-makepeace-turner:

Good old hash cakes, you can never eat too many of em!

This is how I am feeling about those 8 cups of coffee I drank today. I still can’t get ahold of myself.

Let me tell you a little story of what happened to me on September 1st of last year. It was a very embarrassing thing for me when it happened, so I didn&#8217;t share it with many people, but now, a year later, I&#8217;m feeling a lot better about it.
Managed to acquire half a pot brownie. Now, I could smell, this was one hell of a strong pot brownie. It didn&#8217;t smell like chocolate, it smelled like pot. And chocolate is one of the strongest flavors/scents out there.
Since I knew it was strong, I knew I had to be very careful with it. Take it easy and so forth.
I came home to my empty house, decided to partake of it and watch a little TV. I&#8217;ve had some experience with mind altering experiences &amp; chemicals. I knew the importance of a safe environment. I thought &#8220;I&#8217;m at home&#8230; it&#8217;s quiet, it&#8217;s safe.&#8221;
Had a nibble. Nothing happened. Decided to have a little more. Felt depressed, and nothing was happening. Said, &#8220;fuck it&#8221; and ate 1/4 of the brownie. So that&#8217;s like 1/8th of a full pot brownie.
Something happened.
As soon as it started up, I knew what was happening. I had had something like this happen before. 3x, actually. It&#8217;s what I called a pot OD or &#8220;freakout&#8221;. But I had never had one anywhere NEAR to this extent before.
What happens is every couple of seconds, you realize you have forgotten EVERYTHING that you were doing. It&#8217;s like waking up out of a very deep sleep.
It&#8217;s more than a little disconcerting.
So you try to remind yourself that you know what&#8217;s going on and it&#8217;s ok and you just have to calm down and you&#8217;ll be ok.
But then a few seconds go by and you forget to be calm.
And then it speeds up.
It speeds up to about every half second.
And time goes to a complete crawl.
So you tell yourself a thousand times a minute that you are ok, and to calm down, and your system simply can NOT calm down and you forget that you&#8217;re ok&#8230; and time crawls by.
&#8220;See the Devil and he&#8217;ll try to rip your heart out through your kneecaps&#8221; is one way of putting it. Completely inaccurate to my experience, but one way of expressing the COMPLETE HORROR. You are FREAKING OUT and literally incapable of controlling it. This must be what a full blown panic attack feels like to those who get them. (I get anxiety attacks that aren&#8217;t nearly as bad as what some people get, but still no fun.) This must be what actually going insane feels like. (I&#8217;ve only had 1 other time where I could not control my brain AT ALL, and it was in July when I had that bad reaction to my medication and it&#8217;s what drove me to go to the T&amp;E center.)
I knew if I could just go to sleep, I&#8217;d be ok when I woke up. I even tried taking a safe, standard dose of OtC sleeping pills. No go.
I ended up calling my mom. We ended up calling a friend of mine who&#8217;s an EMT. He got here first. He watched over me &amp; took my vitals. My heart was racing very badly, bordering on dangerous, even when my body was completely at rest (and trying to fall asleep in the chair).
One&#8217;s heart should not race that badly when on pot.
We decided to take me to the hospital, just in case it was laced with something else. It wasn&#8217;t, luckily. I was just freaking the fuck out and was chemically, physically incapable of controlling it on my own. I finally calmed down once in the hospital &amp; in caring, capable hands. The heart tests showed that there was no damage done to my heart. And I learned that Washington Adventist Hospital has wonderful, caring, competent staff. (And not a single one of them judged me, told me not to do drugs, or gave me a NA meeting pamphlet.)
I was high for literally 4 days after that. It got ANNOYING after a while. I was out of it. I was still struggling with time. I went to a museum &amp; I read an exhibit 3 times in a row and STILL couldn&#8217;t remember what I read.
Since then, I haven&#8217;t partaken. (One year clean.) I&#8217;m not going to lie, I miss it a bit. But I certainly don&#8217;t miss that utter horror and complete hell. May I partake again in the future? Possibly. But most likely no time soon. I&#8217;ve been given the opportunity to a few times. I&#8217;ve always said &#8220;Thanks, but no thanks.&#8221; and passed the doobie along to the next person.
However, it&#8217;s experiences like that that make me balk a bit when people say you can&#8217;t have a bad trip on pot, or it&#8217;s &#8220;not dangerous at all&#8221; or &#8220;completely safe&#8221;, or that it should be 100% legalized with no oversight or restrictions whatsoever. (I think it should be legalized for adults with the restrictions of requiring one to partake at a special center, outfitted with trained &#8220;cannabis guides&#8221;, your first couple of times and then any time after that you want to &#8220;move up a few levels&#8221; and try something stronger or something new. And, of course, these centers will also be open to ANYONE of any experience level who wants to partake in a safe, calm, supervised environment at any time. And if someone partakes in an illegal manner &amp; has a freakout, you can bring them there, no judgement &amp; full amnesty.)
My advice? If you want to try pot, do your research first. Learn as much about the drug as you can. The pros &amp; cons of taking it. And it doesn&#8217;t hurt to know what the consequences are if you get caught. You deserve to go into this as informed as you can be. Find out a way to do it in a safe environment with safe people (preferably compassionate folks who have done pot before. Preferably they&#8217;ll stay clean &amp; sober during your experiences. Even better is if they&#8217;ve helped people who have had bad experiences with drugs.) Know as much about the supply you&#8217;re going to try as you can. And know that it can be a VERY powerful drug with VERY strong side effects. It isn&#8217;t always (I&#8217;d even say it isn&#8217;t often, but that might be hyperbole) but it definitely can be. Don&#8217;t listen to those who say that pot is &#8220;no big deal&#8221;. It can be &#8220;no big deal&#8221; and just a very mild &amp; relaxing &amp; very positive experience. It can be a wonderful drug. There&#8217;s the reason it&#8217;s the drug of choice for millions and millions of people. Or it can create Hell on Earth for you and cause you to experience brain states you never wish you experienced.

rosalarian:

anna-makepeace-turner:

Good old hash cakes, you can never eat too many of em!

This is how I am feeling about those 8 cups of coffee I drank today. I still can’t get ahold of myself.

Let me tell you a little story of what happened to me on September 1st of last year. It was a very embarrassing thing for me when it happened, so I didn’t share it with many people, but now, a year later, I’m feeling a lot better about it.

Managed to acquire half a pot brownie. Now, I could smell, this was one hell of a strong pot brownie. It didn’t smell like chocolate, it smelled like pot. And chocolate is one of the strongest flavors/scents out there.

Since I knew it was strong, I knew I had to be very careful with it. Take it easy and so forth.

I came home to my empty house, decided to partake of it and watch a little TV. I’ve had some experience with mind altering experiences & chemicals. I knew the importance of a safe environment. I thought “I’m at home… it’s quiet, it’s safe.”

Had a nibble. Nothing happened. Decided to have a little more. Felt depressed, and nothing was happening. Said, “fuck it” and ate 1/4 of the brownie. So that’s like 1/8th of a full pot brownie.

Something happened.

As soon as it started up, I knew what was happening. I had had something like this happen before. 3x, actually. It’s what I called a pot OD or “freakout”. But I had never had one anywhere NEAR to this extent before.

What happens is every couple of seconds, you realize you have forgotten EVERYTHING that you were doing. It’s like waking up out of a very deep sleep.

It’s more than a little disconcerting.

So you try to remind yourself that you know what’s going on and it’s ok and you just have to calm down and you’ll be ok.

But then a few seconds go by and you forget to be calm.

And then it speeds up.

It speeds up to about every half second.

And time goes to a complete crawl.

So you tell yourself a thousand times a minute that you are ok, and to calm down, and your system simply can NOT calm down and you forget that you’re ok… and time crawls by.

“See the Devil and he’ll try to rip your heart out through your kneecaps” is one way of putting it. Completely inaccurate to my experience, but one way of expressing the COMPLETE HORROR. You are FREAKING OUT and literally incapable of controlling it. This must be what a full blown panic attack feels like to those who get them. (I get anxiety attacks that aren’t nearly as bad as what some people get, but still no fun.) This must be what actually going insane feels like. (I’ve only had 1 other time where I could not control my brain AT ALL, and it was in July when I had that bad reaction to my medication and it’s what drove me to go to the T&E center.)

I knew if I could just go to sleep, I’d be ok when I woke up. I even tried taking a safe, standard dose of OtC sleeping pills. No go.

I ended up calling my mom. We ended up calling a friend of mine who’s an EMT. He got here first. He watched over me & took my vitals. My heart was racing very badly, bordering on dangerous, even when my body was completely at rest (and trying to fall asleep in the chair).

One’s heart should not race that badly when on pot.

We decided to take me to the hospital, just in case it was laced with something else. It wasn’t, luckily. I was just freaking the fuck out and was chemically, physically incapable of controlling it on my own. I finally calmed down once in the hospital & in caring, capable hands. The heart tests showed that there was no damage done to my heart. And I learned that Washington Adventist Hospital has wonderful, caring, competent staff. (And not a single one of them judged me, told me not to do drugs, or gave me a NA meeting pamphlet.)

I was high for literally 4 days after that. It got ANNOYING after a while. I was out of it. I was still struggling with time. I went to a museum & I read an exhibit 3 times in a row and STILL couldn’t remember what I read.

Since then, I haven’t partaken. (One year clean.) I’m not going to lie, I miss it a bit. But I certainly don’t miss that utter horror and complete hell. May I partake again in the future? Possibly. But most likely no time soon. I’ve been given the opportunity to a few times. I’ve always said “Thanks, but no thanks.” and passed the doobie along to the next person.

However, it’s experiences like that that make me balk a bit when people say you can’t have a bad trip on pot, or it’s “not dangerous at all” or “completely safe”, or that it should be 100% legalized with no oversight or restrictions whatsoever. (I think it should be legalized for adults with the restrictions of requiring one to partake at a special center, outfitted with trained “cannabis guides”, your first couple of times and then any time after that you want to “move up a few levels” and try something stronger or something new. And, of course, these centers will also be open to ANYONE of any experience level who wants to partake in a safe, calm, supervised environment at any time. And if someone partakes in an illegal manner & has a freakout, you can bring them there, no judgement & full amnesty.)

My advice? If you want to try pot, do your research first. Learn as much about the drug as you can. The pros & cons of taking it. And it doesn’t hurt to know what the consequences are if you get caught. You deserve to go into this as informed as you can be. Find out a way to do it in a safe environment with safe people (preferably compassionate folks who have done pot before. Preferably they’ll stay clean & sober during your experiences. Even better is if they’ve helped people who have had bad experiences with drugs.) Know as much about the supply you’re going to try as you can. And know that it can be a VERY powerful drug with VERY strong side effects. It isn’t always (I’d even say it isn’t often, but that might be hyperbole) but it definitely can be. Don’t listen to those who say that pot is “no big deal”. It can be “no big deal” and just a very mild & relaxing & very positive experience. It can be a wonderful drug. There’s the reason it’s the drug of choice for millions and millions of people. Or it can create Hell on Earth for you and cause you to experience brain states you never wish you experienced.

  • 4th September
    2012
  • 04
themightyif:

chubbycartwheels:

fancybidet:

clambistro:


clambistro replied to your post: I should begin to explain the level of…
PEACHES AND CREAM
I always use her as an illustration because Peaches and Cream Barbie was, by consensus and empirical facts, THE GREATEST BARBIE EVER. The drape on that gown wasotherworldly. Definitely one of my fashion roots, for sure. I can’t believe I was lucky enough to have her.
Look at this Huffpo style piece on her! Truly the type of work I would love to pursue, even if I think it is sloppy (really? you missed the lavender eyeshadow?).

Despite what my deranged Barbie knowledge might suggest (it was largely overcompensation), I was a late-starter with Barbie, so I was aware of Peaches and Cream on a purely academic level. The trouble with being poor and liking Barbie in Australia was the mark-up; even these days the basic ones can go for $19 or more, if you want a fancy dress you’re often looking at upwards of $45. 
My first non-Christmas Barbie was 1991’s Sparkle Eyes, but the doll that blew my mind prior to that was 1985’s Dream Glow (a friend had it); a few years after I began my Barbie education in earnest, I found a second hand Dream Glow and lost my mind. (Convertible gowns were very important, particularly if the stole was also a “scrunchie for you to wear”.) The swish in that gown’s skirts, kind of like a nylon tricot petticoat, was essential to me. 

I was super super fucking jealous of the kids who had this Barbie.
And they never treated them well either.
GOD I HATED THEM.

By far one of my more favorite dresses of Barbie.

I dunno, I’ve gotta say that NASCAR Barbie gets my vote:

Note that she even wears flat shoes. (And yes, she did come with the helmet.)

Except the picture isn&#8217;t Peaches &amp; Cream Barbie, that&#8217;s Dream Glow Barbie. I had Peaches &amp; Cream Barbie &amp; she was, indeed, great. I wanted Dream Glow Barbie, however.
Yes, I know, hard core tomboy feminist me had Barbies. I had a number of them, and I loved them, and I was always making up stories with them &amp; leaving them undressed on the floor. (I also had a knockoff astronaut &#8220;Barbie&#8221; from the Kennedy Space Center that looked a lot like Amelia Earhart, so I&#8217;d dress her up like that and have great flying adventures.) But I was always annoyed at their feet, and how they fit fine in pumps, but they didn&#8217;t look right in sneakers.

themightyif:

chubbycartwheels:

fancybidet:

clambistro:

clambistro replied to your postI should begin to explain the level of…

PEACHES AND CREAM

I always use her as an illustration because Peaches and Cream Barbie was, by consensus and empirical facts, THE GREATEST BARBIE EVER. The drape on that gown wasotherworldly. Definitely one of my fashion roots, for sure. I can’t believe I was lucky enough to have her.

Look at this Huffpo style piece on her! Truly the type of work I would love to pursue, even if I think it is sloppy (really? you missed the lavender eyeshadow?).

Despite what my deranged Barbie knowledge might suggest (it was largely overcompensation), I was a late-starter with Barbie, so I was aware of Peaches and Cream on a purely academic level. The trouble with being poor and liking Barbie in Australia was the mark-up; even these days the basic ones can go for $19 or more, if you want a fancy dress you’re often looking at upwards of $45. 

My first non-Christmas Barbie was 1991’s Sparkle Eyes, but the doll that blew my mind prior to that was 1985’s Dream Glow (a friend had it); a few years after I began my Barbie education in earnest, I found a second hand Dream Glow and lost my mind. (Convertible gowns were very important, particularly if the stole was also a “scrunchie for you to wear”.) The swish in that gown’s skirts, kind of like a nylon tricot petticoat, was essential to me. 

I was super super fucking jealous of the kids who had this Barbie.

And they never treated them well either.

GOD I HATED THEM.

By far one of my more favorite dresses of Barbie.

I dunno, I’ve gotta say that NASCAR Barbie gets my vote:

NASCAR Barbie

Note that she even wears flat shoes. (And yes, she did come with the helmet.)

Except the picture isn’t Peaches & Cream Barbie, that’s Dream Glow Barbie. I had Peaches & Cream Barbie & she was, indeed, great. I wanted Dream Glow Barbie, however.

Yes, I know, hard core tomboy feminist me had Barbies. I had a number of them, and I loved them, and I was always making up stories with them & leaving them undressed on the floor. (I also had a knockoff astronaut “Barbie” from the Kennedy Space Center that looked a lot like Amelia Earhart, so I’d dress her up like that and have great flying adventures.) But I was always annoyed at their feet, and how they fit fine in pumps, but they didn’t look right in sneakers.