Mostly lemon based

Day: September 20, 2015

  • What gay movies are: attractive, but shy guy meets attractive, but shallow guy. There’s a lot of sex and it probably ends sad.

    What lesbian movies are: blonde girl who is about to marry her loving fiance suddenly falls in love with the dark haired wild lesbian. There’s a high chance that at least one of them dies at the end (probably the dark haired one).

    What other queer movies are: ???????!? Do they even exist?

    What queer movies should be: Bisexual space pirates save the universe. Genderfluid kid is the protagonist of a teen rom com. Transboy travels the world to make good music and meet interesting people. Asexual demigirl kicks ass in her secret super hero identity. Polyamorous squad goes on a fantasy adventure with dragons and quests. Not everyone is white and able-bodied and a walking stereotype. Queer ladies live. Happy Endings.

  • I appear to have slipped into an alternate dimension

    So, okay… is this some kind of insanely strange parody? I mean… no, really. I’m really confused.

    I can’t tell if it’s meant to be a joke.

    Because they can’t seriously be reporting this as news.

    I mean, really, can they?

    I just… I’m really confused. Are we now going to start judging people on the actions of their ancestors? Because if we are, then most of the political class are going to be up shit creek with a complete lack of paddle. Most of them come from backgrounds that include, at the very least, slavery. And most of them it’s going to be a closer relative that last did something evil and unpleasant on a grand scale.

    Watching the media desperately, desperately attempt to vilify Corbyn is alternately hilarious and awful. I find myself grateful that finally Labour appears to have rediscovered its purpose, in that the people have elected someone actually left wing to lead the party, whatever the rest of the shambles of a party makes of that. But that the media in the UK is so dismal, that the papers are all so depressingly right wing, well, if it weren’t so funny watching them raid the bare cabinet and scrape up political nothings to make into ‘news’, well, it’d be depressing beyond words.

  • The sun has gone in

    Sadly, the sun’s disappeared… I’d been contemplating a walk.

    So instead, you get my mulling, rather than me perching by the river and letting the meandering water be home of my considerations. It’s very odd here at the moment, perched precariously on the precipice of leaving. The future is a massive void of the unknown. We have hopefully got an offer on the house coming, hopefully. Hopefully it’ll be enough to carry us over the ocean. This place we’ve made our home, it will be a memory. The 1930s fireplaces, the tile floor I spent so long over, the area-inappropriate-feature-brick-wall, the sunrise door… it’ll all be in the past. Our garden of which I’m insanely proud, it’ll be someone else’s space. They’ll be lounging on the reclaimed timber deck, possibly with a chiminea, pondering the joys of life.

    And we’ll be in the US. Living in another country, far away from the things I grew up with.

    Both excitement and nervousness share their times in my brain – but in this weird hinterland of “maybe the house has sold, maybe not” where we’re waiting to find out if we should start packing to move, and where we still don’t know if I’ve got a visa, so we don’t know if we’ll be moving to the States or moving to somewhere just more countrysidey… well, let’s say it’s not conducive to a calm and relaxed state of mind.

    It’s all terribly, and inconveniently circular at the moment. My brain swirls with what-ifs and yes-buts, and none of it really gets me anywhere. And then there’s the whole topic of “what about when we get there, what job can I do if I’m not a nurse?”. And “What if I can’t pass the NCLEX”. This is when all my bravado, my faux-confidence used at work does me no good at all. I can run an ED, because I have a work ‘persona’ which is much more confident than I feel. So when I get challenged outside of that environment, there’s often a failure of belief in myself. Which is odd, because I usually get this shit done, when it comes down to it.

    Anyhow, I’ve been through the US stuff paperwork, and just need to get myself to a photocopier; and I’ve got a hotel room booked for the night before the interview, to avoid attempting to get to the US embassy for the interview, in London, on the day of the interview and that adding to the stress.

    And now I’m going to look at this NCLEX-RN book that I’ve been prevaricating about opening for the last couple of hours. Bah.

  • Don’t say I don’t know how to relax…

    So, the viewings seem to have gone okay. Well, the Friday one has led to an e-mail update saying the person is considering offering, which is better than not considering offering. Which is nice to hear. Saturday we’re yet to hear about – but I’m not expecting to know about that until Monday. So with that positivity, I’m trying not to stress about it too much (and failing).

    Which means that today I’m going to attempt to enjoy the sunshine by… checking over my US application stuff and prepping for the NCLEX.

    I’m good at this relaxing, yes?

  • ask-an-mra-anything:

    thehightechpony:

    picturexthisx:

    prismatic-bell:

    frootofmyloins:

    apersnicketylemon:

    chickenslayer99:

    This is killing a human life.

    At 23 weeks chances are good that this fetus is being removed because it is:

    a) Already dead
    b) Suffering abnormalities such as it developed no brain, or had a serious genetic condition that would kill it quickly.
    c) Was actively dying (not dead yet but would be within a few days, 100% guarunteed, 0 chance of saving it)
    d) Was actively killing the pregnant person.

    Late term abortions, as shown here, make up only 1.5% of all abortions. The above four reasons are the only reasons such procedures are performed. Almost every abortion performed after 20 weeks is done on a wanted pregnancy. So you know what that means? You’re calling people who miscarried murderers. You just implied people who had a miscarriage or would have died murderers. How dare you call yourself pro life for that.

    Now for the fun fact: They used to use a different procedure for these abortions in which they removed the fetus intact and allowed these people to grieve for the intact fetus, have pictures, etc. Pro lifers decided people losing a wanted pregnancy should not be allowed to grieve an intact fetus and we were left with this.

    Congrats. Your movement is the reason they use this one now when people lose a wanted pregnancy late into the pregnancy. Your movement is intentionally making it harder for people to recover from the lose of a much wanted pregnancy. It’s your movement who left grieving people with this instead of allowing them something easier to deal with, something that would let them hold their deceased fetus.

    Congrats. If you think you were ‘saving’ something think again. You’re hurting born people. You’re hurting people who lose a wanted pregnancy by shaming this abortion procedure. And you’re movement is the reason this is procedure doctors are forced to use now. You’re probably an awful and mean person to tell people losing a wanted pregnancy that they’re killers.

    This is the post that made me pro-choice. Glad to see it still circulating.

    I lost a baby brother at something like 14 weeks because he’d attached to the uterine wall backward, and when he started kicking he tore himself away and hemorrhaged to death.

    You goddamn “pro-lifers” were ready to let my mother die with him rather than “killing him before God’s time.” He was already dead; it was a matter at that point of him bleeding out. My mother was bleeding with him. My mother was dying with him. And the hospital she was in? That fine pro-life hospital? Refused to let her transfer to another hospital to abort. She had a ten-year-old and an eight-month old at home, but making sure Joey didn’t die “before God’s time” was more goddamn important than making sure my mother survived.

    My mother asked the nurse if she’d take pictures, saying that the ultrasound images were really blurry and she’d at least like something to remember him by. The nurse, after Joey was dead and my mom was in recovery, threw pictures on my mother’s bed. This fine pro-life nurse gave my mother pictures of a baby that was jet black where he wasn’t blood red. He didn’t even look human. And she threw the pictures in my mother’s face, like it was her fault that there was a terrible, terrible biological mistake that made it impossible for her baby to survive.

    We wanted him. Not that the fact that you’ll notice he already had a name picked out would’ve clued you in. I would have had a baby brother just a year younger than me. My sophomore year in college I spent a lot of time crying alone in the student union, thinking it wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair, I should be taking my brother to dinner with friends or helping him study for his first midterms. I’m a big sister with no little brother to show for it, and there was a year that pain and loss came back eighteen years after the fact to wound me when I least expected it. There was a year when there were songs I couldn’t bring myself to listen to without crying because they reminded me of what I could have had. And I still wish, I still wish, they’d aborted him. Because the end result would have been the same. And my family would have been spared a world of pain believing we were losing brother and mother both. I was in ICU at the time after an allergic reaction that left me unable to breathe. How do you suppose my sister felt? Mother dying, sister dying, brother dead—just a matter of time on that one. Ten years old, watching her entire family struggling to breathe, struggling to live.

    And you motherfuckers would call my mom a murderer for this. And you cared more for a baby already dying than you did for the two already born who needed their mom. 

    Fuck you. You’re not pro-life. You’re anti-woman, anti-family, anti-compassion and anti-love.

    Someone on my FB shared this photo and I had to go sit in silence for awhile at the stupidity of her comment that went along with it. Most people don’t wait so late into a pregnancy and randomly decide ‘kill the baby’ because they want to. What the fuck is wrong with people.

    Why I will always be pro choice

    I’m absolutely crying right now