A blog where I reblog a lot of things, post my own art (Which can now be found at Reedart and Reeddoodles, though I still Reblog it here sometimes), and sometimes actually use it to talk about my life! |
Blame the name on Dot~ I really love the name. c:
Artist, roleplayer, gamer, reader, music lover, pokenerd, Troper (in the sense that I like tropes, not that I post on TV tropes much). Macaroni and Cheese Enthusiast.
Oh, and I over-use emotes. And I'm a little spacey.
My current Twitter @ is GreyWays . c:
Is Paul Ryan asshole of the day for saying that kids who get free lunches at school don’t have anyone at home who loves them?
Ryan insisted that liberals were only offering people “a full stomach and an empty soul.”
He then told a story of a “young boy from a very poor family” who received free lunches at school “from a government program.”
“He didn’t want a free lunch,” Ryan insisted. “He wanted his own lunch, one in a brown paper bag, just like the other kids.”
“He wanted one, he said, because he knew a kid with a brown paper bag had someone who cared for him. This is what the left does not understand.”
Paul Ryan says liberals only offer a “full stomach and empty soul”, whereas he wants to give the poor an empty stomach and a full soul that goes to Heaven when they starve to death.
The GOP has no ideas to solve poverty. They only have ideas that involve more starving, sickness and humiliation:
- Rep. Jack Kingston, like Newt Gingrich before him, wants poor kids to have to do work at school before they can eat with the other kids
- Gov. Nathan Deal wants poor people to be refused medical care at the ER, which would overturn a law signed by St. Ronald of Reagan as well as the “healthcare plan” Mitt Romney said was good enough in 2012
- Rep. Louie Gohmert wants to tax the poor, even if their only income is food stamps and welfare
- Sen. Rand Paul wants to penalize poor women for having children
And this is just in 2014.
Keep in mind that solutions to feed the poor and help them pay their own way like the American Jobs Act, raising the minimum wage, or infrastructure spending are all unable to even come to a vote in the House.
Photo source: http://paulryan.house.gov/biography/
aside from being cissexist the whole XX = female and XY = male thing is Straight-Up Wrong
AFAB people can have XO, XXX, XXXX and XY chromosomes while AMAB people have have XXYY, XYY, and XX chromosomes and since the majority of the population never has their karyotype examined, they’ll never know that they have one of these chromosomal quirks unless that specific combination has associated symptoms, and not all of them do. you could literally have one of the aforementioned combinations without even knowing it and meanwhile you’re insisting that all AFAB people are XX and that anyone else who has this must also be female
we could also talk about how hormonal patterns for XX persons can naturally and biologically mirror that of a typical XY person, or vis versa, which gives rise to things like androgen insensitivity disorder. here u have it, folks, an whole group of intersex people who have XY chromosomes and testicles and vulva and vagina, all grown naturally, all at the same time.
the number of people who are intersex mirror the number of people who are born with red hair, but no one goes around trying to say that red isn’t a natural hair colour just because the phenotype doesn’t manifest in the majority of the population.
this is my best friend-twin Kaff’s fluff of a bird baby Cooper and last weekend he broke his leg, and he’s been hanging out in a splint since then with the hopes it would actually take and heal. except today he hurt himself more and broke the splint and possibly his leg again from the immobility and wiggling around he does. Kaff’s taking him to the vet right now, and we’d like everything possible to be done for him if we can help it, which means surgery, at this point. this is where you guys come in!
I am opening emergency commissions to help pay for Cooper’s surgery, and I’ll stick to £10-£15 sketches with either shading or flat colour, which equates to around $15-$25 form conversion. You can check out most of my art here in my tag and also on my art blog. I will draw
- most anything.
- OCs! fandom characters!
- people and animals! furries are good too!
- extra characters +£5
- backgrounds +£5
- nsfw is okay except noncon/dubcon requests (sorry)
- gore is okay
OH I forgot, contact me via my ask and we’ll sort stuff out over paypal. so please consider getting a drawing and helping us out. Cooper is a beautiful little bird and is a constant source of happiness when we’re not doing okay, he’s very important and I know I have a lot of followers who are as huge on birds as we are, so please help if you can and pass the word around!! thank you so much you guys you’re all excellent.
ALSO our lovely and skilled bestfriend Gio is having a sale in their etsy shop, just put in the coupon code birdmergency when you order. Gio makes and crochets loads of cute plushies and also hats so please please give their shop a look too! thank you!!
IMPORTANT ADDITIONAL NOTE
okay IT’S NOT A BIRD EMERGENCY ANYMORE, Kaff saw the vet and Cooper’s okay it was just a scare, but I’m still leaving commissions open until he’s healed just in case something comes up. so yeah, Cooper’s leg has not gotten worse but I’m still worried so until his leg is fully healed, I’m leaving commissions open as a backup in case something happens and he does get worse. thanks for understanding!!
When I was seventeen and preparing to leave for university, my mother’s only brother saw fit to give me some advice.
“Just don’t be an idiot, kid,” he told me, “and don’t ever forget that boys and girls can never just be friends.”
I laughed and answered, “I’m not too worried. And I don’t really think all guys are like that.”
When I was eighteen and the third annual advent of the common cold was rolling through residence like a pestilent fog, a friend texted me asking if there was anything he could do to help.
I told him that if he could bring me up some vitamin water that would be great, if it wasn’t too much trouble.
That semester I learned that human skin cells replace themselves every three to five weeks. I hoped that in a month, maybe I’d stop feeling the echoes of his touch; maybe my new skin would feel cleaner.
It didn’t. But I stood by what I said. Not all guys are like that.
When I was nineteen and my roommate decided the only way to celebrate the end of midterms was to get wasted at a club, I humoured her.
Four drinks, countless leers and five hands up my skirt later, I informed her I was ready to leave.
“I get why you’re upset,” she told me on the walk home, “but you have to tolerate that sort of thing if you want to have any fun. And really, not all guys are like that.”
(Age nineteen also saw me propositioned for casual sex by no fewer than three different male friends, and while I still believe that guys and girls can indeed be just friends, I was beginning to see my uncle’s point.)
When I was twenty and a stranger that started chatting to me in my usual cafe asked if he could walk with me (since we were going the same way and all), I accepted.
Before we’d even made it three blocks he was pulling me into an alleyway and trying to put his hands up my shirt. “You were staring,” he laughed when I asked what the fuck he was doing (I wasn’t), “I’m just taking pity.”
But not all guys are like that.
I am twenty one and a few days ago a friend and I were walking down the street. A car drove by with the windows down, and a young man stuck his head out and whistled as they passed. I ignored it, carrying on with the conversation.
My friend did not. “Did you know those people?” He asked.
“Not at all,” I answered.
Later when we sat down to eat he got this thoughtful look on his face. When I asked what was wrong he said, “You know not all guys do that kind of thing, right? We’re not all like that.”
As if he were imparting some great profound truth I’d never realized before. My entire life has been turned around, because now I’ve been enlightened: not all guys are like that.
No. Not all guys are. But enough are. Enough that I am uncomfortable when a man sits next to me on the bus. Enough that I will cross to the other side of the street if I see a pack of guys coming my way. Enough that even fleeting eye contact with a male stranger makes my insides crawl with unease. Enough that I cannot feel safe alone in a room with some of my male friends, even ones I’ve known for years. Enough that when I go out past dark for chips or milk or toilet paper, I carry a knife, I wear a coat that obscures my figure, I mimic a man’s gait. Enough that three years later I keep the story of that day to myself, when the only thing that saved me from being raped was a right hook to the jaw and a threat to scream in a crowded dorm, because I know what the response will be.
I live my life with the everburning anxiety that someone is going to put their hands on me regardless of my feelings on the matter, and I’m not going to be able to stop them. I live with the knowledge that statistically one in three women have experienced a sexual assault, but even a number like that can’t be trusted when we are harassed into silence. I live with the learned instinct, the ingrained compulsion to keep my mouth shut to jeers and catcalls, to swallow my anger at lewd suggestions and crude gestures, to put up my walls against insults and threats. I live in an environment that necessitates armouring myself against it just to get through a day peacefully, and I now view that as normal. I have adapted to extreme circumstances and am told to treat it as baseline. I carry this fear close to my heart, rooted into my bones, and I do so to keep myself unharmed.
So you can tell me that not all guys are like that, and you’d even be right, but that isn’t the issue anymore. My problem is not that I’m unaware of the fact that some guys are perfectly civil, decent, kind—my problem is simply this:
In a world where this cynical overcaution is the only thing that ensures my safety, I’m no longer willing to take the risk.
— r.d. (via elferinge)
Yes. This. All of this.
It’s what I tried to explain in my post about being afraid of cis people, and this is also how I feel about interactions with men too. People who don’t get it keep looking at it from the wrong angle. They look at it from the angle of the privileged group. When they hear a woman talk about harassment, or sexism, or assault they’ve experienced, they go “not all men are like that”, and they think, as long as it’s not ALL of the men that are like that, then it’s okay. As long as there are men who don’t have experiences of assaulting women or harassing us, then there’s not a problem. As long as there are cis people who don’t have experiences of misgendering trans people, then there’s no problem. They don’t look at it from our perspective, which is that each time this happens to us, it scars us. WE have to deal with each incident, and the effects on us. WE have to deal with each time this happens, not knowing what’s going to happen, or in what condition we’ll be in when the incident is over. This adds up. It’s like telling somebody who gets slashed with a knife every so often whenever they go out, “oh not all knife wielders are like that”, and they want us to not be paranoid about knife wielders. When you’ve been hurt over and over again, seemingly randomly, and you don’t know when the next person you meet is going to do it again. You get scared. You get damned scared because you don’t want to get cut again, you don’t want another scar, you don’t want to have to heal again. You don’t want to get hurt. And it doesn’t fucking matter how many people are like that as long as it regularly keeps happening to us, and the culture keeps excusing it and creating an environment where it keeps happening!
Not all men are like that.
Almost all women have had an experience with a man who is like that.
I was thinking about “cisphobia” because it’s always this thing that cis people bring out as a GOTCHA REVERSAL thing on trans people. Like, you’re mean to us, you’re CISPHOBIC! or what nots. Piers Morgan just used it today in response to the criticism he’s gotten about the way his show handled trans activist Janet Mock’s interview, and how she was labeled “was a boy until age 18”.
I was thinking because I do fear cis people. And that fear impacts my life quite a bit. But here’s the thing. A phobia is defined as an “irrational fear” of something. I pretty rationally fear cis people.
I fear talking to cis doctors about health concerns because they’ll use it as an excuse to cut back on my hormones.
I fear talking about my abusive father because cis therapists or doctors will use that to explain away & dismiss my being trans.
I fear doing telephone banking because a cis person will accuse me of being a fraud and my account will be suspended.
I fear all interactions with cis police officers because they will hold me and grill me for 20 minutes about “why” I’m trans, and if I get a sexual thrill about it, what’s in my pants, how I have sex, etc…
I fear calling hotlines when I’ve been assaulted because the cis person on the other end might not be trans inclusive, or I’ll have to explain what’s up with my voice first, and me being trans might confuse them.
I fear going to trauma therapy because my cis therapist will not treat me as an actual survivor (neither a male nor female one) and act confused how I could be raped, or if every little detail of my life is “a trans thing”, and refuse offered trans education from other sources because “I want to learn through you.”
I fear any sort of fame because it means the cis media will report on me, and some cis journalist might dig into my life and publicly expose my dead name. I fear interviews in general because I always have to hope they will honor my request to not mention that I’m trans.
I fear well meaning cis writers not understanding why I don’t want my trans status revealed in their essays when I’m being used in it as an example of fangirl bloggers “performing femininity”.
I fear talking about having an eating disorder because cis people will get hung up that me being trans means I’m a man that thinks in order to be a woman I have to be thin, rather than like cis women, I’m affected by the same narrow beauty standard crap in society that they are.
I fear not revealing to cis dates that I’m trans because they might lash out at me when they find out.
I fear revealing to cis dates that I’m trans because they might lash out at me.
I fear being outed while I’m shopping, having all the cis customers and cis salespeople in a store go to the other side and talk about me.
I fear being held by a cis security guard and questioned in front of the gawking crowd until I use my voice loud enough that everybody can get a good listen to it, and then let go. Like a fish they just took a picture of.
I fear cis men in general. I fear when they look at me closely. I fear when they get close to me. I fear that they’ll scream at me “I can see your penis!” and then chase me. I fear that they will kill me if they catch me.
I fear going to the washroom with cis women. I fear changing with cis women. I fear being harassed, or assaulted, or kicked out if anybody knows I’m trans.
I fear being misgendered by cis people whenever I have to just get simple things done. I fear being called “sir” by cis election officers because I have to correct an incorrect name on my voter ID card. I fear being called “sir” because I ordered a coffee.
I fear that my struggles as a woman are invalidated by cis feminists I turn to for support because they don’t actually see me as a woman. I fear “welcome to womanhood” when I talk about being harassed or assaulted.
I fear whenever I interact with the government, justice, legal, medical, mental health, and other systems that the cis people who dominate them, and run them, will take away my hormones, take away my freedom, take away my options for housing, and take away my ability to live my life.
I fear I’ll never be able to live my life not in fear because cis people are everywhere, and this behavior is defended by other cis people.
So yes, I’m afraid of cis people. I’m also afraid of spiders. One is a phobia, and one isn’t. Guess which group has never actually hurt me?
(All the examples above are things that have actually happened to me except the first sentence about media reporting which is fears spawned by Grantland’s article about Dr. V, and the washroom/changeroom part is based on it happening to others, but thankfully not me (yet). This is also not a comprehensive list, nor the worst things that have happened.)
One of the most troubling things about the AIDS epidemic is that it could have been stopped so easily by rolling out life-saving antiretroviral drugs (ARVs) early on. Not only do ARVs prevent HIV from developing into AIDS, they also reduce transmission rates and increase people’s willingness to get tested.
But Western pharmaceutical corporations have colluded in pricing these essential drugs way out of reach of the poor. When they were first introduced, patented ARVs cost up to $15,000 per yearly regimen. Generic producers were able to manufacture the same drugs for a mere fraction of the price, but the WTO outlawed this through the 1995 TRIPS agreement to protect Big Pharma’s monopoly.
It was not until 2003 that the WTO bowed to activist pressure and allowed southern Africa to import generics, but by then it was too late – HIV prevalence had already reached devastating proportions. In other words, much of the region’s AIDS burden can be directly attributed to the WTO’s rules and the corporations that defended them. And they are set to strike again: the WTO will cut patent exemptions for poor countries after 2016.
This dearth of basic drugs has gone hand in hand with the general collapse of public health institutions. Structural adjustment and WTO trade policies have forced states to cut spending on hospitals and staff in order to repay odious debts to the West. Swaziland, ground-zero in the world of AIDS, has been hit hard by these cuts. When I last visited I found that many once-bustling clinics are now empty and dilapidated. Neoliberalism has systematically destroyed the first line of defence against AIDS.
The point I want to drive home is that the policies that deny poor people access to life-saving drugs and destroy public healthcare come from the same institutions and interests that helped create the conditions for HIV transmission in the first place.