"I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth. And indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory. This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! How like an angel in apprehension. How like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, no, nor women neither. Nor women neither" 

- Richard E. Grant as Withnail.


I’m out to lunch with my mom and two younger sisters and we were talking about children and then I just say, “Well I’ll have to adopt anyways.”
Then my sister goes, “Why? Do you think you’re sterile?”
No, I’m fucking gay.

  • White lgbt folk:I hate kids and breeders. The world would be better without them all.
  • Black women:... We've been sterilized against our will, reproductive rights taken from us for centuries, have some of the highest infant mortality rates due to our stations in society and most importantly, we now fear having children because of how little value they hold in your precious genocidal white society. But by all means, hate all children and the women destined to mourn them.
Once a cutter, always a cutter.
I used to imagine that there would be a day I would be sat in a sterile white room, with a sterile white gown, and a sterile (at some point) white bed. And of course an old sterile doctor with a pad of paper and a bottle of “happy pills.” They would take all of my things, disrupt my regular life and set on the task to make me better. Because eventually someone would have to notice. And eventually someone would have to care.

But I was careful, oh man was I careful. Not here, but yes there. My favourite dress reaches to here and my favourite shorts to there. And I was fascinated by the fact that no one could see, no one knew. Behind closed doors, after a chipper conversation about the weather, I could do monstrous things to myself. I didn’t do it for attention. I quit with the fantasy that, yes, someone will notice. Because no one did. Not then. Not for years.

I became my own twisted baby doll. The only way I can describe it. You see, I’ve always been the type of person that needed something to care for. A pet, a plant, a child to watch. Something to fill that void. When I ran out of ideas or the days felt too long and too numb, there was my skin. And in my underwear drawer, tucked under a pair of forgotten, thick white cotton panties covered in black hearts, there was my blade.

I craved the soothing. Cutting was never part of the fun. The build up, the gasp, the shock, the pain, the sting of tears. But there it would be. A line of bright red that screamed, “help me.” A warm damp cloth, anti bacterial spray, a topical cream, a bandage. And a dull throbbing under jeans, under my thong for the next couple of days that was mine. Just my own. My little something to care for.

When I ran out of places that no one could see and became embarrassed about the ones that only lovers could see, I decided I needed to stop. I turned to the bottle. Craved, again, nursing myself through a hangover. Vomit, drink the water, take the pills, allow myself some sleep, get fresh air. And then I actually got sick. Chronically. With something I couldn’t control and I realized that putting myself there, was it’s own twisted kind of sick.

Which left me where I am now. With the dreads. I want to cut? I want to drink until I vomit? I twist my hair until it forms a knot at the base. And over the next few days, I work on it. Twist, rip, palm roll, bead, pull aside in the shower. And when the urge stops, and those who know, know the urge doesn’t always stop by morning. It doesn’t always stop by the end of the week, or into the next month. But when it does, when I can cut an apple without thinking about my skin or limit myself to one drink at dinner, I brush that dread out. And when the feeling comes back, further and farther between, I begin again.

IC Journal

Kammon’s ship is very lonely when no one’s around. I know he told me he’d be away on business for a couple of days. Unfortunately the timing worked out so that he left right before all this went down. 

I prefer being around people. I hang out at Gaius’s house when I know someone is home. But when there’s no one around, the ship feels like the safest place for me to be. It’s so sterile, though. I sleep in the room where he grows his produce, because there are grass and bushes in there. 

When I’m awake, I roam the halls. It’s so quiet.. only the sound of my footsteps and the engines. I hope people are around, soon. 

anonymous said:

Drift was convinced he was sterile for eons. It's only recently that he became (very) fertile, and he thinks it's a sign that Drift must give life for all the life Deadlock took (perhaps giving those he killed new life). He wonders if that's why he was drawn to a medic.

aww, drift pls. i imagine he probably also didnt factor in the fact that he only had turmoil as a partner as deadlock. and with wing, wing was always very careful. AT LEAST HE THINKS HES BLESSED.

(i imagine turmoil was careful too because he aint knocking one of his troops up)

And we were taught to play golf. Golf epitomizes the tame world. On a golf course nature is neutered. The grass is clean, a lawn laundry that wipes away the mud, the insect, the bramble, nettle and thistle, an Eezy-wipe lawn where nothing of life, dirty and glorious, remains. Golf turns outdoors into indoors, a prefab mat of stultified grass, processed, pesticided, herbicided, the pseudo-green of formica sterility. Here, the grass is not singing. The wind cannot blow through it. Dumb expression, greenery made stupid, it hums a bland monotone in the key of the mono-minded. No word is emptier than a golf tee. No roots, it has no known etymology, it is verbal nail polish. Worldwide, golf is an arch act of enclosure, a commons fenced and subdued for the wealthy, trampling serf and seedling. The enemy of wildness, it is a demonstration of the absolute dominion of man over wild nature.

© Jay Griffiths, ‘Wild: An Elemental Journey’

Newser: N. Carolina Will Pay $10M to Forced Sterilization Victims



Over a period of 45 years, North Carolina forcibly sterilized 7,600 people it deemed mentally or socially unfit. Now, 39 years since the state’s eugenics program ended in 1974, it will finally make reparations, with lawmakers earmarking $10 million to compensate victims, reports the Wall Street Journal. “No amount that we can afford to pay is enough,” says a state lawmaker. “But this is sufficient for the living victims to know that the state of North Carolina sincerely regrets the injustice that we’ve done to them.”

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When I was four years old, a doctor advised my parents that I should undergo a “routine” hysterectomy. It was recommended, the doctor said, to prevent the future inconvenience of menstruation. My parents, thankfully, were horrified and high-tailed it out of there, taking me and my four year old uterus with them.

Australia is planning to sterilize children without parental consent if a proposed law is adopted. Critics fear that Aborigines would be targeted. You can read about the state’s Draft Mental Health Bi…

Children (of any age) able to consent to sterilisation and 12 year olds to consent to psychosurgery and electroshock without any parental consent in W.A. (this is link to quotes below)

PARENTS RIGHT TO VISIT & COMMUNICATE WITH THEIR CHILD CAN BE REMOVED: At any time a psychiatrist can decide it is not in the child’s best interest to see his or her parents. The psychiatrist can make an order which prohibits the right of a parent to visit or communicate with their child, and refuse the child access to the telephone or visits from friends. [Pages: 145, 146 of the Draft Mental Health Bill 2011]

KIDS PLACED IN PSYCHIATRIC WARDS WITH ADULTS:The draft bill does not rule out children being held in wards with adults if the mental health service considers it is appropriate for them to be there. Children should never be treated in a psychiatric ward with adults. To consider exposing children to such an environment shows pitiful respect for them and leaves them open to physical and sexual abuse in an environment where there is insufficient supervision. [Page 161 of the Draft Mental Health Bill 2011]

RESTRAINT AND SECLUSION OF CHILDREN: Children can be restrained in a psychiatric institution. Only the use of mechanical restraint (manacles, belts, straps etc.) and the use of bodily force by others are covered in the draft bill. Chemical restraint, the use of psychiatric drugs to subdue and control the person, is not covered in the draft bill, so there are no legal safeguards to prevent its application

INVOLUNTARY COMMITMENT OF CHILDREN: At any time or place, a medical practitioner or authorised mental health practitioner (the draft bill does not even define who this will be) who “suspects” a child of mental illness can make a legal order for them to be sent for psychiatric assessment. Even a child at a medical appointment or in a general hospital suspected of mental illness could be detained for up to 3 days while awaiting transport for assessment. Once the child is transported to the assessing psychiatrist (usually at a psychiatric hospital) the psychiatrist can involuntarily detain the child for up to 14 days. Parents will not be able to discharge their child and take them home; the psychiatrist has the power to prevent parents from seeing their child if they decide it is in the child’s best interest. A psychiatrist can then make a “continuation order” to continue the involuntary commitment for up to 3 months once the 14 days has expired. He or she can continue to do this in up to 3 month blocks each time. During detainment the child could be drugged, restrained, secluded, given electroshock (if 12 or over) and could be put into a ward with adults. Parental consent is not required to continue the detainment or for any treatment.



this needs as much attention as possible

there was a petition but it has CLOSED, I can’t yet source the current status of the bill but here are relevant people to contact:

I am ashamed and disgusted at myself and the people of Perth, W.A and Australia for tallowing this to GET THIS FUCKING FAR


I am a lesbian woman of Color whose children eat regularly because I work in a university. If their full bellies make me fail to recognize my commonality with a woman of Color whose children do not eat because she cannot find work, or who has no children because her insides are rotted from home abortions and sterilization; if I fail to recognize the lesbian who chooses not to have children, the woman who remains closeted because her homophobic community is her only life support, the woman who chooses silence instead of another death, the woman who is terrified lest my anger trigger the explosion of hers; if I fail to recognize them as other faces of myself, then I am contributing not only to each of their oppressions but also to my own, and the anger which stands between us, then must be used for clarity and mutual empowerment, not for evasion by guilt or for further separation.
—  Audre Lorde, “The Uses of Anger,” Sister Outsider, p. 123
One just needs to look at the history of women of color (especially in America) to see how this racializing of sex plays out. Colonizing land usually also meant colonizing the women inhabiting that land. They were described as uncivilized, hypersexualized, sexually inferior, and savage. Now contrast those descriptions to images of the pure white women that were upheld. The rape of women of color was then seen as no big deal, from the time Europeans settled in America to the time of slavery, and one could even argue to the present day. Rape was, is a part of women’s subordination. Of course, I am not claiming that anyone who fetishizes women of color is a rapist. What I am trying to do is call attention to the value (and the kind of value) placed on certain bodies. Women of color are exoticized and sexualized, but they aren’t valued. Don’t believe me? Consider the eugenics movement and sterilization abuse that happened in the early twentieth century.
—  Shantyana C. Lledin, I’m Not Your Spicy Latina

People Are Tweeting Like Jaden Smith And The Results Are Perfect

(source: http://www.buzzfeed.com/daves4/tweet-like-jaden-smith )

It’s amazing when the entirety of the internet agrees on something; and Twitter has finally agreed to embrace the Jaden Smith philosophies of life. I will admit, this post would be about 15 times longer, but I HAD to crop out that dumb face that was on top of every. single. tweet.

Kept the face for that last tweet though, just because I can actually see him tweeting this one day..