#this is about our uterus.

[euclydya]

Stupid piece of shit organ fuck you. I am going to smite you. I will rip you to shreds. I am going to have your innards eviscerated with a hot iron. Should that not work I will have you pumped full of Stop Fucking Cramping Forever pills eternally. Fuck you. I hope you die. I hope we both die.

[dailyanypokemon]

It's that time again! The last time I made one of these posts, it was on a blog that doesn't exist anymore. xD Four years feels a lot shorter than it is.

Anyhow, if you are registered to vote in the US, please do so!

[renlyslittlerose]

My father, talking about how humans were made to mate and procreate, and how our reproductive organs are incredibly important, right in front of me, his daughter, who is about to get a hysterectomy because her reproductive organs are trying to kill her

[astramachina]

when i was forced to get an obgyn i was more than a little spooked when this lady walked in with a tiny gold cross hanging from her neck, but honestly the fact that she has gone above and beyond updating her research and the language she uses? "i know what it's like to be either ignored or have my health written off as me over-exaggerating symptoms, i will NOT let that happen to you" and then proceeding to make sure that my medical notes are absolutely bullet-proof for any fucker who wants to be a slimeball about it? based, actually. this lady does not fuck around.

[malhare-archive]

I don't do discourse here anymore I SWEAR but the thing that will always drive me crazy is people insisting that trans men do not face a specific intersection of oppression like trans women do. There are issues specific to trans men whether you like to admit it or not lol

[cheapcheapfaker]

On one hand i would like to have a large baby. my family and gilgamesh’s come from a long line of beefy, nine pound plus chunkers. I was 9 and something lbs with a full head of hair and almost a week late. I want that baby fully cooked and maybe a little overdone. tons of studies not just anecdotal show that they just seem sort of… nicer and easier to deal with, like the biggest of the litter. they sleep more. they dont struggle in general as much and they gain weight easily and they also move a little slower. not saying they dont hit milestones but a fat ass baby will stay in its potted plant lump stage a little while longer before jumping into the running around sticking fingers in outlets stage.

on the other hand, i am so so concerned for the sanctity of my gooch. a nine pound baby will tear my grundle asunder. my taint to shreds.

[lovesickgoose]

How do you feel about Classic Heavy and Medic.. like I personally think they're a toxic yuri type thing

Can I be really embarrassingly honest and say that when I was reading the comics, I somehow missed that all those guys were the classic team, and I thought they were just some random evil guys. It never registered in my mind, even though I'm pretty sure they're referred to as the classic team a few times.

Anyway, I've not thought about them much since I didn't really know who classic heavy was, but I think I could see a toxic yuri dynamic going on there.

What I do know is that I often see 'dni if you ship cheavy x medic!!!' in people's bios, to which I say I will vaporise you with my cow mangler 5000 if you bring discourse to my inbox. I will curse your team to no medic 1000 years. If you want to fight me about even giving this the time of day, give me your steam username and we'll play tf2.

[actual-corpse]

Trying to explain to someone why I, someone with a uterus, deserves basic human rights when all they focus on is pissing on the poor.

[inkskinned]

you have to go to work so you can pay for your doctor, who is not taking your insurance right now, and if you say i can't afford the doctor's you are told - get a better job. it is very sad that you are unwell, yes, but maybe you should have thought about that before not having a better job.

(where is the better job? who is giving out these better jobs? you are sick, you are hurting - how the hell are you supposed to be well enough for this better job?)

but you go to the doctor because you had the nerve to be hurt or sick or whatever else. and they tell you that it is because you have anxiety. you try your best. you are a self-advocate. you've done the reading (which sometimes pisses them off worse, honestly). you say it is actually adding to my anxiety, it is effecting my quality of life. so they say that you are fat. they say that all young people have this happen to them, isn't it a medical marvel! they say that you should eat more vegetables. they say that you probably just need to lose a little more weight, and that you are faking it for attention.

(what attention could this doctor possibly give? what validation? that's their fucking job, isn't it?)

there is always a hypochondriac, right. someone always tells you about a hypochondriac. or someone who is unnecessarily aggressive during the worst days of their life. or someone looking "for a quick fix". or some idiot who wasn't educated about how to properly care for themselves who just abandons their treatment. and again, the hypochondriac, the overly-cautious hysteric. these people don't deserve to be treated like humans (right), and since you might be one of these people, you also don't get treated like a human. because those people can really fuck with the system, you now have to pay for it. and besides. you're actually probably faking it.

(more often than not, you find a 2:1 ratio of these stories. for every "hypochondriac", there are 2 people who knew something was wrong, and yet nobody could fucking find it. the story often ends with pointless suffering. the story often ends with and now it's too late, and it's going to kill me.)

you are actually just making excuses. someone else got that procedure or that diagnosis and he's fine, you should be fine too. someone else said they watched a documentary about other inspirational people with your exact same condition, maybe you should be inspirational, too. you're just too morbid. your pain and your experience is probably just not statistically concerning. it is all self-reported anyway, and you're just being a baby.

(once, while sitting down in the middle of making coffee, you had the sudden, horrible thought - i could kill myself to make the pain stop. you had to call your best friend after that. had to pet your dog. had to cry about it in the shower. you won't, but that moment - god, fuck. the pain just goes on and on.)

you know someone who went in for routine surgery and said i still feel everything. they told her to just relax. it took her kicking and screaming before they figured out she wasn't lying - the anesthetic drip hadn't been working. you know someone who went in for severe migraines who was told drink water and lose weight. you know someone who was actively bleeding out and throwing up in the ER and was told you're just having a bad period.

in the ER there are always these little posters saying things like "don't wait! get checked today!" and you think about how often you do wait. how often the days spool out. you once waited a full week before seeing the doctor for what you thought was a sprained wrist. it had actually been broken - they had to rebreak it to set it.

but you go into the doctor. the problem you're having is immediate. the person behind the counter frowns and says we're not taking your insurance. you will be paying for this out-of-pocket.

they send you home with tylenol and a little health packet about weight loss or anxiety or attention deficit. on the front it has your birthday and diagnosis. you think about crying, and the words swim. it might as well say go fuck yourself. it might as well say you're a fucking idiot. it might as well say light your money on fire and lie down in it. and the entire fucking time - the problem persists.

it's okay. it's okay, it's just another thing, you think. it's just another thing i have to learn to live with.

[oblivioustoast]

hm. at a point where it feels like trying to create something is utterly hopeles— WAIT A MINUTE GOD DAMNIT FUCK I JUST STARTED MY PERIOD TODAY THATS WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT

got me again u bastard

[doggirlnarcolepsy]

I am begging the Danish state to stop sending me digital mail about screening for uterus cancer while also sending me multiple surveys every year on suicidality, eating disorders, sexual assault, etc among trans women...

[tnettnba]

I am clothed. I am housed. I have food. And from here, I can hear my car snoring peacefully. I am here. I am alive. I am loved. I am ok.

[fivepebble]

the way other women (specifically strangers) online start appending "girl" and "honey" onto every sentence when they're talkin to me as soon as i refer to myself as female makes me want to coil in on myself. yes im a girl but im not "girl.” chill

[petitdepanneur]

if we pool all our money together do you think we can buy an island where we can enjoy autonomy and control over our own bodies and feel happy and safe and hold hands and build a community centred around love and empathy? Just a thought. I have 8.14$ and I'm good at fibre arts and punching, we could be so warm and safe.

[captain-kraken]

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[vaspider]

Tonight, the night before Election Day 2024 in the US, I am thinking about my stepkid.

I am thinking about the phone call they made to us earlier this year, the one where they told us they'd gone to the hospital thinking they had appendicitis and found out, instead, that a zygote - a tiny splodge of cells - had taken up residence not in their uterus but in a fallopian tube. The one where our kid said they were waiting for their partner to arrive, hoped that said partner would get there before the docs took our kid back to terminate that pregnancy, & assured us that they'd be okay.

After all, our kid lives in a state with choice measures embedded in state law. That pea-sized blot of tissue doesn't have more right to their health than they do. Nobody is standing between them and their doctors. They made a decision, and that was that.

In this tiny tragedy, the kind that plays out dozens of times a day at minimum across the country, we only had to worry about the small risk of surgery complications. We didn't have to worry about Ken Paxton threatening to charge their doctors with felonies. We didn't have to think, "What if the hospital's legal team doesn't think an ectopic pregnancy - which is never ever viable and must be terminated before it kills our kid - is really that big of a deal?" We didn't have to worry that they live in a state where ob-gyns are fleeing, leaving few experts behind, as has happened in Idaho.

We didn't have to watch our kid vomit up black blood before dying the day after their baby shower the way Neveah's mom did. We didn't have to pray in a waiting room (while doctors took our kid apart until their heart stopped because the doctors waited too long out of fear of anti-choice laws) until a doctor came to tell us we'd have to bury them the way that Amber's mom did. We aren't having to pick up our lives after fully treatable miscarriage-related sepsis took them from us the way that Josseli's husband and daughter must.

I could go on for far, far too long.

Listen. If you are a single-issue non-voter and have already decided that "both parties are the same" or whatever other thing you've told yourself so you can sleep at night, smug and secure, then I can't reach you and I can't help you. But if you genuinely think that your votes don't matter, if you're just suffering from a bout of overwhelm or apathy, if you're too young to remember the 2000 election and can't see that Dobbs is a direct result of that election and every one that's followed, please, I am fucking begging you.

I didn't really talk about this when it happened. I mentioned something briefly, maybe. The posts I've started writing about it are still in my drafts. It was too fresh, too frightening. It's not any less frightening now, honestly - because if this week doesn't end with President Kamala Harris, we're headed for a national abortion ban, at the minimum - but it's not about how fucking frightened I was or how sad and bewildered I was to realize that my kid was going through this crisis in a nation more hostile to them than when I needed a D&C for an abortion at 21, in 1998.

It's about stopping this chapter of this fucking bullshit and at least finding some new fucking bullshit.

Vote, dammit.

Do the other work on Wednesday. Tomorrow, the work is to vote.