"My talents include sleeping and pretending that I’m doing okay."
The moments right before the storm breaks loose are heavy. Full of possibility. The pregnant pause before rain, the wind ripping through the leaves.
The darkening of the sky, like a theatre right before the film starts.
And then the moment of release.
Finally the bottom drops out and the rain falls.The grand finale to the show, extraordinary in its power. It’s like an exhale, breath slipping from my lungs.
"Patience is not passive; on the contrary, it is active; it is concentrated strength"
guys, sorry to say this but… wow, your system’s fricked up. :0 over here I can just go over to the health center and get my box of pills for 6 months for free right off the nurse. I just get weighed, my tension is measured, we have a little nice chat and off I go with another consult rescheduled in 6 months. Some pills do have to be purchased, but I don’t think they’re that expensive. Heck, I didn’t even ask my mother or sister - when I was 16 and became sexually active, I went to the Health Center and they made an appointment for me straight away My nurse was awesome and gave me priority, a nice long chat, condoms, a starting pill. Her main concern was on preventing teen pregnancy, bless her. All for free; I just had to be registered at my local center.
In any case — depending on the circumstances, of course — condoms are always an added safety that nobody should pass on. And the “won’t feel as good” crap? How about “wear a damn condom so maybe you’ll last more than 3 minutes in bed” would be a great response to that bullshit, ladies. If a man refuses a condom, you can (and should) refuse intercourse.
Are you kidding me, oh my god. It is a huge pain in the ass to get birth control here. America actually is the worse. I had to bring my proof of insurance, recent medical bills, and a bunch of other things to a clinic to get birth control for the first time and then it’s around forty five dollars plus for each month. My university made it much better but still )): ugh jelly kind of…
60 bucks a month for birth control pills that I need to be a functioning member of society every month due to endometriosis (Not to downplay the birth control aspect of pills, but some of us need birth control to FUNCTION).
Not to mention all the pelvics and paps since I was 17.
It’s hard not to feel humorless as a woman and a feminist, to recognize misogyny in so many forms, some great and some small, and know you’re not imagining things. It’s hard to be told to lighten up because if you lighten up any more, you’re going to float the fuck away. The problem is not that one of these things is happening, it’s that they are all happening, concurrently and constantly.
These are just songs. They are just jokes. They are just movies. It’s just a hug. They’re just breasts. Smile, you’re beautiful. Can’t a man pay you a compliment? In truth, this is all a symptom of a much more virulent cultural sickness — one where women exist to satisfy the whims of men, one where a woman’s worth is consistently diminished or entirely ignored.
"You do have a story inside you; it lies articulate and waiting to be written — behind your silence and your suffering."
Somehow managed to never post a picture of my tattoo that I got back in June.