#Ruth Barrett

[haggishlyhagging]

Because I feel that I am a woman, therefore you must treat me as if I actually am, otherwise you are transphobic. As I insist on participating as a woman in your groups, gatherings, or spaces you also must forgo discussing anything about your female socialization, female anatomy, or female functions because it hurts my feelings. It hurts my feelings because I was neither socialized as a girl nor am I capable of experiencing what the female body experiences from cradle to grave. But if you speak about this I am then reminded that I am not female, and therefore not really a woman. My experience of feeling like a woman must not be invalidated by your experiences of being a woman, therefore I will shame you for being female, teach you in university to estrange your body from your mind, make your distinct physicality and oppression that is specific to your sex irrelevant in the laws of the land or anything that names our differences until there is only the mind. Now only how I think about your body is real. Mind over body. Mind over matter. Spirit over matter/mater/mother. A woman is anyone who says they are a woman. My word is now more real than your mitochondrial DNA. Accept that by my word, you really don't exist.

-Ruth Barrett, “Gyn-ocide Revisited” in Female Erasure

[crokitheloki]

I just. Second season of oc is so sad 😭 like sorry but they did a good job at making you feel for the Albanians, and Ruth Barrett and company did such a great job with the score reflecting that and I just. I miss organized crime man

everything about the season 2 score drives me insane it's so angsty but also sad and bittersweet and it fucking kills me everytime a Kathy motif shows up like that really just adds to the whole angsty sad bittersweet feeling 😭

like ok Ruth and Mark fuck it up I see you

[alintalzin]

My playlist for Silver in the Mouth, my Wild West fantasy wip.

[radtoken]

From "Female Erasure: What You Need To Know About Gender Politics' War on Women, the Female Sex and Human Rights" by Ruth Berrett (x)

[mars-aria]

Charlotte x Sidney | Sanditon OST

[frankdam]

még egy zene, ami rent-free módon megy a fejemben a legindokolatlanabb helyzetekben

[madame-r]

For me, one important aspect to enjoy a period drama - or any movie and tv show really - is the soundtrack. Here are my go to for this genre...

[taylor14firefly]

Do you have any specific book recommendations on that topic? That sounds fascinating and eerily parallel to the trans-identified male colonization that Ruth Barrett and other Dianic priestesses witnessed a decade ago, as documented in the anthology Female Erasure.

The whole thread topic also reminds me of this quote about the detriments of some internalizing the patriarch:

"When a woman views her action, her power, her dynamism as a “male” archetype within her, she on some level is denying her own power, potential, and ultimately ability to break free from the male supremacist matrix she’s been born into. After all, the patriarch is living within her. This is a dead-end for feminists looking to reclaim their spirituality."

—Terri Strange, 2014

If I see one more “femmine and masculine energy” post I’m going to LOSE IT.

Men are not “divine” or spiritual in any way. They are subhuman.

To be divine is to create, something only a woman can do

[ariatwang]

Mfw I open the Joni Mitchell songbook my stepsister got me for Christmas and see that Ruth Barrett did the dulcimer transcription???

[justinspoliticalcorner]

NYT: RBG PAC launched with the intent to deceive people about Donald Trump's true record on abortion by falsely painting him as "pro-choice"

Shane Goldmacher, Theodore Schleifer, Maggie Haberman, and Jodi Kantor at NYT:

A new Republican super PAC is invoking the name of the deceased Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg in an audacious attempt to defuse the volatile issue of abortion as a liability for Donald J. Trump. The group, which is called RBG PAC and came into existence only days ago, began to spend $20 million on Friday in support of Mr. Trump, according to federal records. The group posted two abortion-themed ads focused on Mr. Trump’s declaration that he would oppose a federal abortion ban. The group’s paperwork was signed by May Mailman, who worked in the Trump White House and who is now the director of the Independent Women’s Law Center. She did not immediately respond to a request for comment Friday. Ms. Mailman posted the ads online and said they featured a “suburban mom” who had never voted for Trump before but was backing him now because he has said he opposes a national abortion ban.

The ad she posted features a woman in a pink sweater sitting in a chair in a living room saying her life was better under Mr. Trump. She says that “freedom to choose is also important to me” and that she is voting for Mr. Trump, citing his support for exceptions to abortion restrictions in cases of rape, incest and risk to the life of the mother. “His position is my position,” the woman says. Mr. Trump has taken credit for overturning Roe v. Wade, which returned the issue of abortion to states, many of which have banned the procedure. He has since worked to improve his standing with voters on the abortion issue, which polls show remains a significant advantage for Vice President Kamala Harris. The RBG PAC’s website features two large pictures of Mr. Trump and Ms. Ginsburg and the words: “Great Minds Think Alike.” The group’s use of Ms. Ginsburg’s name and likeness is particularly brash given that Mr. Trump, as president, appointed the Supreme Court justice who succeeded her. That appointee, Justice Amy Coney Barrett, voted with the majority to overturn Roe v. Wade.

The recently-launched RBG PAC’s ads are deceiving people about Donald Trump's true record on abortion by falsely painting him as "pro-choice” by “opposing” abortion bans, when in reality he is anti-abortion and responsible for the overturning of Roe.

See Also:

HuffPost: Bizarre Republican Super PAC Aligns Trump And RBG On Abortion: ‘Great Minds Think Alike’

[crokitheloki]

Listening to the organized crime season 2 score

I've been sleeping on this what the fuck???

also. I'm obsessed with the way Kathy motifs keep showing up it's gutting me

[gerard-menjoui]

Print #3 - PREACHER

(Une de mes séries préférées, une technique pour tromper l’ennui au taff aussi -donc elle est bien plus simple que les autres- )

Version non compressée (et donc beaucoup trop lourde pour Tumblr):  https://i.ibb.co/w7Q59jq/print-5-preacher.png 

Crédit: Gérard Menjoui

[burnouts3s3]

A content creator I used to follow, Bob Chipman, Moviebob, tells voters to show up & vote Democrat in elections for SCOTUS. Bob grew up in a dying factory town and became a film Youtuber. Bob was right; President Trump picked Ginsburg's replacement thus overturning Roe v Wade.

President Trump was able to appoint 3 Supreme Court Justices to the Supreme Court: Justice Neil Gorsuch, Justice Brett Kavanaugh and Justice Amy Coney Barrett, who helped overturned Roe v. Wade. It's very likely Trump will be re-elected and pick Justice Thomas' replacement.

Bob resents the idea of low voter turn out or voters choosing to vote Republican for the promise of manufacturing jobs since he grew up in a dying factory town, considering manufacturing jobs to be obsolete as opposed to getting skills in tech or entertainment.

Bob will vote in November 2024 for Kamala Harris for the sake of the Supreme Court. But given the current polling, it is very likely that Trump will be re-elected back into office to a Republican Senate allowing more confirmations of Trump picked Judges and Justices.

[gracethyomen]

Babies. Logan Howlett.

Logan and his girlfriend have been trying for a baby…

Warnings: Angst angst… Infertility, mention of child loss and pregnancy loss, mention of pregnancy, pregnancy tests, hurt, no real comfort. Lab testing, fertility struggles, talk of reproductive systems, sadness, longing.

special thanks to @a-leg-without-fear and @justvalkyrie for fueling my angsty obsession with this idea for the whole week ily guys sm…

“It's going to be negative." She whispered softly, turning her back from his chest to bury her face against his soft shirt.

"We don't know that." His low voice rumbled in response, one calloused hand lifting to run a hand down her head, stroking her hair gently.

"I can't look at it, Logan." She squeezed his waist, squinting her eyes shut. "Can you look? Please?" She begged him quietly and he eyed the clock before nodding solemnly, picking up the plastic wand from the bathroom counter and holding it up so he could see it.

14 tests. 14 tests. One every month. Over a year since they'd started religiously tracking cycles and days and fertility... With no results.

15. 15 tests.

He gently put the test back down, freeing his arms to wrap around her body as she started to shake with quiet tears, already guessing what he was going to say. "No." He whispered, pressing his nose to the top of her head as he tried to stop his own tears from falling.

"God..." She choked against his chest and he squeezed her tighter, holding her through the pain. "I don't know why i'm crying-" She wiggled her arms free to try and wipe her tears but he stopped her, cupping both her cheeks in his large hands.

"It's okay." He murmured, not soothing but reassuring... She understood what he was saying. It's okay to cry. To be sad. It's okay to feel crushed.

"I should be used to it by now-" She insisted, swiping at her face hastily and clearing her throat before she picked up the test, staring at it for a long moment, lower lip wobbling... Before it fell with a soft thunk into the trash can.

"Hey, look at me." He urged her, watching her turn to face him but not quite meet his eyes. "Look at me." Finally, she looked at him, her eyes wet and a little red at the corners. "We're gonna do this. You and me. I don't care what we have to do or how long it takes." He pressed his forehead against hers, sighing lowly. "We'll keep trying."

"I have to get to class-" She shook her head, stepping out of his arms. "We're doing a lab today I don't want the kids alone with the chemicals."

"Honey..." He trailed off as she swept out of the room, rubbing a hand down his face before looking down at the plastic test sticking out of the trash bin. "Dammit." He muttered hoarsely to himself, sitting down on the edge of the tub with a long, slow sigh.

"Hello, Logan..." Charles trailed off as Logan stepped closer, eyes softening. "Oh, Logan... I'm so sorry." The Professor rolled slightly towards him, rounding his desk.

"Don't do that." He responded bluntly, landing in the uncomfortable armchair as he watched the elderly man come closer. "I need to ask you for a favor."

"What is it?" Charles asked, folding his hands neatly in his lap while he waited for Logan to speak.

"I need you to have Hank take a look at me." He forced out, cringing internally at the image of Hank studying his... Specimen... That he would no doubt have to submit. "See if there's something wrong, something we can do-"

"These things take time, Logan. I'm sure there's nothing wrong." The Professor interjected, trying to soothe him.

"We've given it time, Charles." Logan shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "Fifteen months and nothing. I just need-" He broke off. "I need to know if this will work for us."

Charles hummed under his breath, pondering his friend's words. "I'll ask Hank what he can do. He's not a fertility specialist but he may have an idea of what to look for." He looked Logan up and down. "As much as i'm sure there's nothing wrong... you have to prepare yourself for both outcomes in this situation."

Logan looked at the man, eyes full of guarded emotion. "I need to do this. I need to be able to do this. For her, for us." He swallowed, hard. "This is the one thing she wants the most... I need to be able to give that to her."

"And what do you want, Logan?" Charles arched a brow.

The Wolverine had never looked more defeated. More determined, than he did when he answered him. Not with words, but in his mind. His desires. A deep longing that went beyond words and could only be communicated by feel.

“I’ll tell Hank to expect you.”

Almost an hour later, Logan finally handed in his “cup” to the azure doctor. Both men avoiding any kind of eye contact. The exchange happened quickly in an awkward silence, filled by the sound of Hank coughing as he took the sealed container with him.

“I’ll have a look at these-“ He promised. still not quite looking at Logan.

Logan watched as Hank worked, taking note of his reactions to everything he saw, the change in his scent… Unfortunately the man was a consummate professional and schooled his face and body into complete relaxation.

Three hours after that, Hank finally printed a few sheets from his laptop. The sound of the printer spitting out the papers was jarring in the previous near-silence of the room. With a soft clearing of his throat Hank went to pick up the papers and sat down in his chair, spinning it to face Logan.

“Bring her down.”

“What is it? Is something wrong?”

“Just call her down.”

“Logan, the adamantium fused to your skeleton is obviously going to affect your body.” Hank sighed, removing his glasses. “It’s why we don’t use cobalt for hip replacements anymore, too many cases of it causing side effects.”

“So is there something wrong with him?” Logan looked at her briefly when she spoke. Holding his hand in her lap and rubbing her thumb across it gently. “Is he okay?” Warmth and uncertainty spread through his chest. A double edged sword for what was to come.

“So far his mutation has kept the metal from damaging his vital functions…” Hank hedged. “But for how long I can’t tell. It’s a slow moving condition… But it has had some unsavory side effects.”

Logan swallowed hard, refusing to look away from the doctor. “Say it, Hank.”

Hank took a moment, shuffling the papers in his lap. “Your sperm count is low, Logan. Very low. What few you do have are… damaged.”

“What does that mean?” She asked, clearing her throat. “Damaged?” Logan squeezed her hand softly, nodding at her to let Hank continue.

“They’re not quite formed correctly. I’ve seen similar sperm counts in cancer patients living in remission. Like radiation, it seems the metal in your blood has not allowed your body to make healthy sperm.” Hank coughed softly. “Even on the slim chance fertilization could occur- assisted or otherwise -the zygote would not develop far past conception.” Logan watched his love’s lip start to wobble just a little in his periphery, the movement near imperceptible. “I’m so sorry, Logan. But unfortunately, you are effectively sterile.”

The silence that hung in the room felt suffocating, the three of them sitting in the unnatural stillness for long moments before Hank stood, his stool screeching loudly on the tile floor.

“I’ll tell Xavier you both have the rest of this week off.” He dipped his head, laying a comforting hand on Logan’s shoulder. “Take some time. It’s a lot to process.”

Hank left the room, and the sound of the door shutting was followed by soft sobs.

That silence that came after Hank told them the news followed them both into their shared suite. It hung over their heads while they brushed their teeth and crawled into their bed. When Logan rolled on his side to pull her into his arms, burying his face into her neck.

“I’m so sorry.” She choked out, a quiet sob escaping her throat. “Logan, i’m so sorry.”

His brows furrowed and he rolled her over so she was facing him. “I should be saying that…”

“No.” She lifted both her hands to his face, “This isn’t your fault. It’s not. This was done to you, Logan… We can get through this.”

He swallowed and leaned his forehead to rest against hers. There was that silence again. Filled this time by her soft crying and his own breathing as tears pooled in the corners of his eyes. “I…” He took a deep breath. “I wanted it. So bad.” He admitted into the secret cave between their bodies, letting his heart break in the safety of her arms. That dream floating away like a cobweb on the air. “It kills me that… That I can’t give us a baby.”

“I know.” She breathed, eyes closing against her tears. “I wanted it too. It kills me that I can’t do this for us.”

“You can.” Logan pointed out, pulling one of her hands down to his chest so it pressed against his heart. “I can’t.”

“I won’t.” She insisted. “Not without you. You’re not broken, Logan.” She squeezed their joined fingers over his heart. “I wouldn’t change you. Not for anything.”

“Not even-“

Silence. That painful, suffocating silence. Then…

“No.”