The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide …
Sonnet 45
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so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.
first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.
it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.
and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.
you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.
and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.
your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.
in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.
in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.
so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.
you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.
once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.
and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"
you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?
hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!
you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.
we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?
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Back to Posting Sims and Yapping 🙌🏽
HI Y'ALL! I have once again resurrected from the dead <3 there has been a lot going on fr. I was super inspired back when I was posting Eddy pretty consistently, and then all of a sudden all the dopamine in my brain flew out of my body and stayed out :D literally nothing sims related sparked joy in me and I was really struggling to play my game. It sucked fr. Recently though my brain has seemed to get it together and now I miss posting and being on tumblr in general :( so even though I don't really have gameplay to post I'll just be posting the random stuff I've been doing in game :> Edward will eventually make his return as well!
quick sidenote- @sourlemonsimblr you ate DOWN with these face masks !! they are so gorg 😫🫶🏽
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alright have this half thought out thing before i log off for the night:
mistaken identity fic where ghost is presumed to be a hired stripper for a hen party (translation: bachelorette party).
cw/tw: alcohol mention, ghost's sense of humour.
let's say you're invited to your friend's hen party at the home she shares with her fiancé. you're the only sober one in the house and despite your best efforts at having a good time, you're really not feeling it.
some of her other friends kind of suck but you're being a good sport about all the silly games they want to play and have to repeatedly remind them that no really, you're fine with a soft drink and no, you don't want a splash of vodka in it. but it's fine. only a few more hours until you can go home and take off the stupid penis headband you've been forced to wear.
then one of the Other Friends, takes you aside and giggles drunkenly that she's hired a stripper as a "surprise" for the bride-to-be. you barely manage to tamp down on your eye roll as the door to the living room swings open and an absolute unit of a man in a skull mask stares at the crowd of people.
there's a pause before the ringleader of the Other Friends (what's her name again? chloe? christie? charlotte? whatever, it's irrelevant) grabs him by his arm and leads him over to the future-bride, yelling for someone to turn on the music already!
on comes the speakers and this time you do roll your eyes as your eardrums are nearly wiped out by "You Can Leave Your Hat On" and you watch chloe/christie/charlotte shove fistfuls of twenty quid notes at him.
what happens next is painfully awkward and it becomes clear to you (as the only sober person at this gathering) that the man swaying his hips half-heartedly isn't the aforementioned stripper as the others hoot and holler and try to get him to take off his mask.
at the end of the song (to everyone else's boos) you grab the man and drag him into the kitchen under the guise of getting him a drink before his next dance.
"listen, i think we both know you're not here for the strip tease."
the man stills, drink still clutched in his hand.
"is that right?"
you scoff and roll your eyes. "well, duh. anyone even remotely sober can see that you're not exactly stripping material."
"yeah? you sure about that?" he asks. he sounds amused, not that you can really tell, what with the whole massive skull mask thing.
you shoot him a withering glare and purse your lips. he hasn't uncovered an inch of his skin despite being a "stripper."
"call it a wild guess." you respond drily and the man chuckles.
"would you believe me if i told you i was actually a snake handler?"
you arch a brow, you have a feeling you know where this is going....
"yeah?"
"mm. got one in m'trousers if you ever fancy takin' a peek."
you hate yourself a little bit for laughing at the absolutely dreadful line.
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you can all thank @syoddeye, @gemmahale and @stuffireadandenjoy for inspiring this.
(and adding sy's contribution:
"ghost tells soap about this, and soap is all hurts to see someone live your dream")
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