If you’re transgender in America, you’re far more likely than other people to be unemployed, homeless and poor. And there’s a 4 in 10 chance you’ve tried to kill yourself.

It can be a confusing and lonely life.

One woman who’s been through it all is Ruby Corado. She’s a 45-year-old transgender woman in Washington, D.C., who is now trying to help others along the difficult path.

Corado is the founder and matriarch of Casa Ruby, a nonprofit agency located in a yellow brick rowhouse in the nation’s capital. With a deep, rich laugh, long red tinted hair and manicured nails, she holds court on the front porch, sitting in a purple plastic chair.

Corado greets the trans men and women who come here, looking for help with housing, health care, legal services and jobs. Corado calls them her sons and daughters, because she knows why they’re really here.

“Most of the people who come to Casa Ruby don’t have a family that accepts them, or that loves them for the most part. So we have a family here, and it is the concept of a chosen family,” she says.

Casa Ruby Is A ‘Chosen Family’ For Trans People Who Need A Home

Photos: Lexey Swall/GRAIN for NPR


Mom’s Apple Pie: The Heart of the Lesbian Mothers’ Custody Movement  (2006)

While the beginnings of the LGBT Civil Rights movement was gaining momentum, the 1970s witnessed horrific custody battles for lesbian mothers. Mom’s Apple Pie: The Heart of the Lesbian Mothers’ Custody Movement revisits the early tumultuous years of the lesbian custody movement through the stories of five lesbian mothers and their four children.

Narrated by Kate Clinton, the documentary interviews the sons and daughters who were separated from their mothers, the mothers themselves, and one woman who made the difficult decision to flee with her children. Founders of the Lesbian Rights Project (now the National Center for Lesbian Rights) and the Lesbian Mothers’ National Defense Fund recount the founding of their organizations in response to the bevy of court rulings granting custody to grandparents, fathers and distant relatives based on the belief that lesbians would be unfit parents. Rich with archival photos from JEB (Joan E. Biren) and Cathy Cade, the documentary also features music from iconic lesbian musicians Margie Adam, Alix Dobkin, Mary Watkins and Cris Williamson.


“You were afraid to nurse your young
lest fallen breast offend your master’s sight
and he should flee to firmer loveliness.
And so you passed them, your children, on to me.
Flesh that was your flesh and blood that was your blood
drank the sustenance of life from me.
And as I gave suckle I knew I nursed my own child’s enemy.
I could have lied,
told you your child was fed till it was dead of hunger.
But I could not find the heart to kill orphaned innocence.
For as it fed, it smiled and burped and gurgled with content
and as for color knew no difference.
Yes, in that first while
I kept your sons and daughters alive.
But when they grew strong in blood and bone
that was of my milk
taught them to hate me.
Put your decay in their hearts and upon their lips
so that strength that was of myself
turned and spat upon me,
despoiled my daughters, and killed my sons.
You know I speak true.”

- Beah Richards, an excerpt from A Black Woman Speaks of White Womanhood

A friend of mine shared this excerpt on Facebook, and it really affected me. Firstly, I cannot imagine how it must feel to be forced into something so intimate to benefit an enemy. Your owner. Your master. Secondly, the act itself, as the poet alludes to, is so pure and bonding. I know that I feel most connected to my daughter in those sweet moments of nourishment. To see that child grow older and grow to hate you because of brainwashing alone… Devastating. This poem, wow. All I can do is shake my head as the tears well up in my eyes.

NGL lie I think it would be really cute? of the idea of Tsukiyama planning some “family” photo event with Kanae, Chie, Matsumae and Himself. And like he gets them all into some nice black matching attires, and they take those family photos where he himself and Matsumae are like the “parents” and Chie and Kanae posed like a son and daughter. And Tsukiyama has it in some big AF frame all hung up high, showing it off and when someone asks what it is he just easily replies with “My family”.

anonymous asked:

completely naked huehuehuehue also would you ever want to be a father? if so would you want a son or a daughter?

But I guess that if I wasn´t a pirate that wouldn´t be bad at all, I could train him or her so that he/she could defeat me, an then I´d be proud.

I don´t mind if it´s a boy or a girl.

Charlie, Charlie Challenge

How to do the Charlie Charlie challenge:

Step 1: Grab a bible.
Step 2: grab a piece of paper
Step 3: grab a pencil
Step 4: open your bible and start taking notes cause yall need Jesus 😑👌

deu.18.10-14 For example, never sacrifice your son or daughter as a burnt offering. And do not let your people practice fortune-telling, or use sorcery, or interpret omens, or engage in witchcraft, or cast spells, or function as mediums or psychics, or call forth the spirits of the dead. Anyone who does these things is detestable to the lord . It is because the other nations have done these detestable things that the lord your God will drive them out ahead of you. But you must be blameless before the lord your God. The nations you are about to displace consult sorcerers and fortune-tellers, but the lord your God forbids you to do such things.”

Leviticus 19:31
Do not turn to mediums or seek out spiritists, for you will be defiled by them. I am the LORD your God.

Isaiah 8:19
When men tell you to consult mediums and spiritists, who whisper and mutter, should not a people inquire of their God? Why consult the dead on behalf of the living?


Over in the Johnson residence, son Julian toddlerated, daughter Rita childified, and Hypatia popped with Sprog #3. She and Darren go at it like rabbits, too… And she’s a Family Sim so…trouble.

Julian, it should be noted, aged up into a lovely pink dress (Apparently it’s unisex. I didn’t know that, and it’s AWESOME), and his jammies are also pink. You go with the gender-stereotype-breaking thing! 

(Really, I approve. Some stereotypes are just so ridiculously stupid that it makes me want to hurl. I dressed my real-life son in pink when he was little all the time. He had these strawberry-blond ringlet curls, big blue eyes with long eyelashes that I envied down to my very soul, and the chubbiest, rosiest cheeks I’ve ever seen. Looked like a damned cherub. Everyone thought he was a girl, and I delighted in grinning like a madwoman and saying, “Nope, just a beautiful boy.” He ROCKED pink. He still does. Yup, that’s my big bad Army Ranger who kills people for a living and who to this day favors pink because it looks damned good on him.)

By embarking upon projects that are often too large for them, because they are measured against their aspirations rather than their possibilities, they [the petite bourgeoisie] lock themselves into impossible constraints, with no option but to cope with the consequences of their decisions, at an extraordinary cost in tensions, and, at the same time, to strive to *content themselves*, as the expression goes, with the judgement reality has passed on their expectations: they may thus spend their whole lives striving to justify misconceived purchases, unfortunate schemes and one-sided contracts […]; or, on another favoured terrain for their investments, the terrain of education, to justify their failures and semi-successes or, worse, deceptive successes leading to complete dead-ends which the education system often reserves for its favoured sons and daughters, the most noteworthy of which is surely a career in teaching itself, doomed as it is to structural decline.
—  Pierre Bourdieu, The Social Structures of the Economy

anonymous asked:

‘someone starts a rumor that we’re dating so let’s turn the tables’ au CESARE/LUCREZIA THIS IS TOO MUCH THEM LOL

The Borgia villa in Monaco’s ancient Old City stands fast on Le Rocher, the headland that spurs down into the Port of Hercules and opens into the Mediterranean Sea. With its master gone, and not liable to return for some time (Cardinal Borgia has business in Rome, what with this new ecumenical council,  Vatican II, called by Pope John XXIII) that leaves the run of it to his son and daughter, who have already invited over most of the rich and idle progeny of Europe for a party that has gone on for a fortnight and shows no signs of abating any time soon. Cesare raced in the Monaco Grand Prix today, Lucrezia watching approvingly from the stands, hidden behind her Chanel sunglasses. If the rumor is circulating in the losers’ circles that Cesare had their cars sabotaged – well, that is only bitter calumny and speculation. Nothing they can prove. And Cesare takes the winner’s purse, the front pages of the European papers, and in Rome with their father – where no matter the other liberalizations being considered to accommodate the Catholic Church to the modern world, surely it will not extend to legitimizing a cardinal’s bastard children – they will whisper, and they will plot.

It is twenty years past the end of the second World War. Spain, the Borgias’ ancestral homeland, is subjugated under Franco, and Italy is still recovering from Mussolini. Borgia power and Borgia connections rebuilt it, at a price. Rodrigo, the family patriarch, has been in the church for decades, though at various points they have vigorously tried to have him excommunicated for this offense or that one, not least his scandalous sexual activities. They have never succeeded, but whether this is due to some inherent virtue that emerges only under fire, or the family’s well-rumored and long-running connection to the Sicilian mafia, remains unclear. His four children – Cesare, Lucrezia, Juan, and Gioffre – have every luxury that money can buy, homes in Monaco and the French Alps and London and New York, private-school educations, designer wardrobes, all the expensive toys and vehicles their hearts can desire. Cesare plays polo and poses for magazines; Lucrezia is photographed on the yachts of the European elite, sipping cocktails, lipstick red on the glass, passionate trysts in dim corners with other serried sons of privilege. Juan drinks their money, makes diplomatic faux pas as if they’re going out of style, and gets into trouble with nubile young socialites. Gioffre is as yet too young to matter much.

It is Cesare that Rodrigo hopes to follow him in the church, and he has tried his utmost to make this happen, but something always seems to happen to undermine it. Cesare has been kicked out of both Oxford and Cambridge for unspecified “misdeeds”; when a popular professor of politics with whom he had publicly feuded turned up mysteriously drowned in the Thames, questions were asked, inquiries were opened, and Rodrigo sped his son back off to Italy to shield him from the slings and arrows of the unmerciful British press. It is doubtful whether any of the pontifical universities in Rome will accept an applicant of such questionable nature and bloody background, no matter how much mob money the cardinal endows them with. Tall, dark, handsome, blessed with a virile sexual magnetism and a sharp, lethal wit, it is plain to see that Cesare Borgia will never make a man of the cloth.

With such a colorful and dramatic family, therefore, their personal lives cannot but help become the subject of scandalous gossip and innuendo. And as of now, their current belief is that when he could have his choice of all the aristocratic daughters of old European families, Cesare Borgia has instead chosen to look past them all, and settle his gaze instead on the one woman even he cannot have, that would solidify the sordid nature of their family (it seems not possible, but it is) even further. His little sister, Lucrezia.

The siblings’ behavior has done nothing to dampen these whispers. Lucrezia’s lovers keep meeting sticky ends, and Cesare is so openly jealous and confrontational of them that even those not given to petty, scurrilous, back-biting gossip have to wonder. Their father, shut up in the Vatican, has managed to remain ignorant of these (though his eyes have been closed for years when it comes to truly seeing what his children are) but it is the rumor du jour in Monaco, and Lucrezia’s passionate kiss for her brother when he won the Prix today is doubtless only fuel for their fire. She is as fair as he is dark, a blonde, leggy beauty whose every fashion choice is as closely regarded as the American first lady, Jacqueline Kennedy. She is just as dangerous, if not more.

And so, tonight in their villa, drinking expensive French champagne like water, lying on the bed together, windows open to let in the summer, Cesare and Lucrezia cannot help but laugh. The constant hangers-on have been cleared out; this night is theirs, the world is theirs, and they see no point in denying any longer what has been an unspoken truth between them for years. She straddles him, his hands on her hips, occasionally reaching up to card through her loosened curls, until at last she bends, graceful as a swan, and their lips meet. Briefly at first, then longer and longer. Shy, then beckoning.

Lucrezia sighs, and settles atop him at full length. His hands caress her back, her spine, pulling her closer, into the shape of his arms. He has always known exactly how she fits. In her ear he whispers, “To hell with them all.”

She smirks back at him. Knows, too, precisely what he means. Lowers her head again, and presses a kiss to the hollow of his throat. Into the warmth of his sweat-dewed skin, as she strokes his shoulder, molds her hand around it, she whispers, “Only a Borgia can love a Borgia, Cesare. So let us.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! Okay so I'm really considering adopting the vegan lifestyle but I'm a little nervous about it. I'm still at an age where I'm dependent on my parents and I don't know how they will react... I'm worried it will be really hard to do. Any advice?:)

Hey anon! :)

Read, learn about plant-based nutrition, educate yourself in that manner, take the initiative and cook a vegan meal for the family once in a while (with the food that’s already in your house). This website has a lot of information we need to know about plant-based nutrition. Take a look: Vegan Health. Watch documentaries such as Food Matters, Forks Over Knives, Vegucated.

We have to respect our parents of course, but they have to respect us as well. I understand that for many parents is more likely concerns than just force their sons and daughters to eat meat. article it might help you out a little:

anonymous asked:

What is the Ouran High School Host Club?


Welcome to Ouran high school, a school for the richest kids in Japan. You know, sons and daughters of politicians and CEOs and stuff. Here, you’ve got the magnificent host club. This host club caters to your every need, and these fine young boys are the richest, most charismatic, and most attractive gentlemen in all of Ouran. They’re basically the celebrities of this place.

You’ve got Tamaki, the purple-eyed, charming ring leader that can serenade you with his beautiful piano playing.

You’ve got the Hitachii twins, Kaoru and Hikaru, the devilishly handsome mischievous troublemakers with a… strange… bond… to one another…


You’ve got Honey and Mori. There’s never one without the other. Honey, the cutiepie that looks and acts 6 years old even though he’s 17, is in love with sweets. Like, obsessed-in love. He’s also the best martial arts master in all of Japan and you don’t want to mess with him. Then there’s his tall, silent, brooding protector, Mori. That’s basically all you really know about him tbh.

Then there’s… *sigh* Kyoya. He’s a bit of an asshole tbh but he’s the most intelligent, shrewd, cool, suave asshole around. The son of the CEO of one of the most powerful companies in the world and the youngest of a long succession of brothers, he’s got a lotta pressure put on him. But he’s got a soft heart and he’s perf and HE’S MY BABY.


So, yeah. You’re taken into this magical school with Haruhi, who got in despite not being rich because of intelligence and hard work.

Ok, it’s a stupid anime. It’s fun, stupid, and the characters are the most over the top (except Kyoya and Haruhi) characters put on screen, but their backstories are literally the most heart wrenching things ever and you will sob into your pillow when you reach the end of the show.


On the Farm, Clint has eight horses, fifteen cows, and twenty five chickens. Along with a very sweet, very pampered, and very loved one eye’d golden retriever, named Lucky. The horses are all rescues of some sort, be it in the form of a forever-home, or be it from bad situations.

The chickens are all sons and daughters of a very busy Rhode Island Red hen, named Eliza, and an Easter Egg rooster, Farty-Toot-Snort. Kudos go to Coop for the creative naming. Clint has since learned never to let three year old boys name things. They will all start with either poop, farty, or some variant therein.

The beautiful Veronica Butler with her son Jonah (3) and daughter Ava (9.5 months). Veronica and her husband tried to conceive for about 3 years before they pushed to find more answers. After being told that everything was okay she pushed to be seen by a fertility specialist and finally conceived. Sadly, at 9 weeks she lost the pregnancy and had to have a D&C. Veronica was very depressed and worried whether even with help she’d be able to carry a pregnancy. She and her husband decided to try IVF and if that didn’t work, they’d adopt as she couldn’t picture her life without children. They were able to conceive Jonah and she went on to have a healthy pregnancy. Veronica planned for an unmedicated birth but had to transfer in hospital and ultimately delivered via cesarean. The experience was very difficult for her and it took some time to feel ready to do it again. Ava was conceived with the help of IVF also and Veronica had another uneventful pregnancy and very healing VBAC in hospital. Veronica has been able to breastfeed both of her children without complication and says she was so grateful to be able to breastfeed without complication after her struggles with fertility, she also counsels and supports other breastfeeding mothers and is just beginning to start work helping women overcome birth trauma.
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