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Do cheaper morning-after pills work as well as brand name pills?

Someone asked us:

I was at the drugstore and I saw that they had a few different brands of plan b. Some of them were cheaper than others so like, do they all work the same or are more expensive ones stronger?

Short answer: all morning-after pill brands that you can buy without a prescription work the same, regardless of price. It doesn’t matter if you get it at a pharmacy, convenience store, health center, or a reliable online drugstore. Get yo bargain on!

Like most medicines, there are different brands of morning-after pills. They may be different prices, but they all have the same active ingredients and have the same effectiveness.

In the U.S., all over-the-counter morning-after pills use 1.5mg of levonorgestrel to prevent pregnancy. Levonorgestrel is a type of progestin, the same kind of hormone that’s in all hormonal birth control, like the IUD, pill, and shot.  

Some brands of levonorgestrel morning-after pills that are sold in the U.S. include:

  • Plan B One-Step
  • Next Choice One Dose
  • My Way
  • Aftera
  • Take Action
  • EContra EZ
  • Option 2
  • Athentia Next
  • Fallback Solo
  • Opcicon One-Step
  • Morning After
  • AfterPill (only available online)

Less expensive brands are often called “generics.” The FDA requires generic medications to have the same active ingredient, strength, dosage, quality, and effectiveness as name brands. So why can they cost less if they work the same? Because the companies making generics don’t usually pay for advertising, and they don’t have to run the expensive clinical trials that the original brand needed to do to get FDA approval for that kind of drug.

You can always double-check with the pharmacist if you’re concerned about buying the right pill. But as long as it says “levonorgestrel 1.5mg” somewhere on the package, feel free to buy the cheapest morning-after pill on the shelf —  it will work exactly the same as more expensive brands.

-Kendall at Planned Parenthood

There is no "pro-life". There is just an elaborate misogynist long con to strip women of any rights or gains made in the 20th Century.

This statement is a response to the people who are continually shocked that “pro-life” doesn’t care about babies after they are born, the death penalty, making sure poor people don’t die b/c their health care has been stolen, etc.

Yes, of course “pro-life” doesn’t care about that. Because it’s not about lives and it never was.

They never cared about babies. The whole baby thing is part of the con. 

It’s a con. Stop believing in right wing lies.

It’s not about babies. It was never about babies. Stop arguing with them about babies. 

Never argue with a liar on their own liar terms.

This is why “pro-life” people are also coming after IUDs and the Pill and preventing people from getting life-saving miscarriage care.

So-called “pro-life” is a movement that murders doctors and bombs medical clinics. 


And we really need to talk about tactics here, b/c misogyny is winning the propaganda war and has been for decades.

If your personal stance is- I believe everyone should be able to get an abortion but… Just stop before the but.

Stop qualifying it with “but I never would” or I think it’s wrong" or whatever other “I’m a good person” signal you are trying to throw out.

B/c by doing that, you are ceding ground to misogynist violence. You are letting them win the “is abortion a bad thing” argument.

Abortion is not bad. And if you support abortion access- All you need to say is “I support abortion access for anyone who wants one”. 

We have to reframe the abortion fight as what it really is- a misogynist attack on gender equality. It’s not about babies at all. It never was.

If you understand that, you will understand why the so called “pro-life” movement behaves as it does.

The rhetoric and behavior does not match up at all. That should tell you something. 

Don’t pay attention to what they say. Only to what they do.

It’s time to start panicking (and IDK, actually call your Congressperson, maybe???)– this is how much IUDs and mammograms will cost without the ACA

All in all, the future of women’s health is shaky, and health data center Amino just gave us a glimpse of what it might be like. In a graphic that’s been going viral, Amino outlined the estimated cost of a Mirena IUD in each state if the ACA were repealed. If you’re worried about the future of reproductive rights, there’s still time to take action.

5 Healing Herbal Teas That Will Have To Do Some Heavy Fucking Lifting If The Affordable Care Act Is Repealed

Sometimes the natural remedies are the best, and if Congress guts the ACA, they’re about all you’ve got.

1. Chamomile: Containing natural oils that relax the soft muscles of the stomach, chamomile is the perfect tea to calm an upset tummy. And because there’s no earthly way anyone going through chemo uninsured will be able to afford anti-nausea medication, too, it better start pulling its damn weight. Every Affordable Care Act provision that gets repealed is another burden on the shoulders of soothing chamomile.

2. Sage: It’s not just for cooking! Sage has been used for centuries as a tea to ease menstrual cramps, so if and when Congress decides regulating your period with birth control or an IUD should be prohibitively expensive, it’s going to have to step its shit up as a permanent pinch hitter for your Yaz. Can sage pull it off? Hell no. That said, since getting dropped by your insurance would mean having to choose between birth control and groceries, it’s slightly better than nothing.

3. Passion flower: Can a tea substitute for Xanax? It’s time to fucking find out! The beautifully named passion flower brews into a delicious tea that doubles as an anxiety-easing sedative, and it’s gotta be a pretty goddamn strong one if it’s going to take your mind off the fact that refilling the pills that let you get any sleep at all just got fucked up to a hundred dollars a pop following whatever half-baked Band-Aid Congress slaps on the carcass of the ACA.

4. Lemon balm: Say goodbye to tension, malaise, and access to affordable antidepressants thanks to healing lemon balm and an intense partisan rancor in D.C. that has somehow manifested itself as cutting health care for millions of Americans. While this mild mood-lifting medicinal tea stacks up against some honest-to-god Lexapro about as well as a butterfly kiss does to a chainsaw, maybe brewing it double strong could help. It’s not like you’ve got many other options.

5. Lipton tea: Yeah, it’s just generic fucking Lipton tea, but it’s three bucks a box, and if you think you’ll have the budget for hand-rolled loose-leaf medicinal herbs from that specialty store with all the jars once the ACA’s dead, you might want to check your math. Better hope it’s got some healing properties we don’t know about!

My current birth control method is making me emotional. Is there a method that won’t?

Someone asked us:

Is birth control just not for some people? I’ve tried a few options and I would almost “hulk-out” with my emotions, attitude and physically. I found myself miserable and angry at literally everything. It was worse than my menstrual anger too.

Some people have reactions to hormonal birth control that affect them negatively, but don’t worry — there are lots of options so you don’t have to put up with feeling like the Hulk!

Some people have more mild reactions to progestin-only birth control options, like hormonal IUDs, the implant, and the shot. There’s also a non-hormonal IUD that won’t change your hormone levels at all — it uses copper instead of hormones to prevent pregnancy If you’re looking for minimal side effects, IUDs are a great option worth looking into. They’re super effective and convenient too because they last for years without you having to do anything to make them work.

Take our birth control quiz as well to find out which birth control options might work best for you and your lifestyle.>> And you can go to your local Planned Parenthood health center to talk with someone about which method of birth control might work best for you.

-Julia at Planned Parenthood

Got my IUD!! I lucked out, and it just felt kinda like a particularly uncomfortable pap smear.

My gyno is a lovely person, and the process was all in all about as tolerable as possible.

The current cramps are comparable to moderately bad gas.

Does peeing after sex keep you from getting pregnant?

Someone asked us:

I had intercourse and I am in my fertile days but I peed right after what are my chances of becoming pregnant

Peeing after you have sex doesn’t do anything to prevent pregnancy. When you pee, the liquid comes out of your urethra, not your vagina, so the pee doesn’t work to flush anything away.

It’s true that some semen might come out of your vagina if you pee (or even just stand up) after sex, but all it takes is a tiny little bit of sperm from semen or pre-cum left in your vagina or on your vulva to do its thing and fertilize an egg.

If semen or pre-cum get into your vagina or on your vulva and you aren’t already on birth control (like the pill, IUD, implant, or something else) and didn’t use a condom, then the best way to prevent pregnancy is to take emergency contraception as soon as possible.

Although it doesn’t prevent pregnancy, peeing after sex can help some people avoid a UTI (urinary tract infection).

-Emily at Planned Parenthood

the thing about being a young woman is that they will take everything from you. and i mean everything. and they will make it about them. your makeup, your clothes, how much you eat. your attitude, your hairstyle, your gym routine. they will take your driving and your train stations and your video games. your sexuality as sexy, your gender identity as a fetish, your cooking. your tv shows and your high heels and every harmless thing. 

if they cannot eat it, if it does not satisfy them, it will be an immediate shame. they cannot control how much you put food into your body, so it is seen as disgusting. your love of starbucks is your vapid need, your comfortable boots are symbols of your inherent stupidity. your fake nails, your body’s natural cycles, the hair on you. bath bombs, pink, the low singing of women talking about depression. your crazy, your hyper, your laughter, your loud, your excited, your passions. the things which are yours, that do not belong to them, that cannot be taken and devoured like flower petals, cannot be sucked dry until the wilt forms in you. 

do not satisfy them. let them starve. let them shy from the sin of you, the unfettered sinfulness of loving taking up space.

Terrible lighting but entirely too excited that we all got to take home an IUD demo (this one is Kyleena which is new!) and uterus disk to practice IUD insertion (after the IUD insertion workshop we hosted!) Above technique is mine alone and not 100% accurate, do not try this at home, consult your doctor, etc. But this is vaguely what an IUD insertion looks like :)

I overheard this woman complaining to her friend about how she can’t take birth control hormones because it makes her feel sick so she has the IUD (or whatever it’s called) which she said is the most effective but she’s still scared that Trump will ban abortion and I was just sitting there thinking “well, it sounds to me like if you’re going to use abortion as a backup form of birth control maybe you shouldn’t be having sex in the first place.”

anonymous asked:

Can you just imagine if you were a actress and Harry came too see you on set one day x ?? :))

It’s currently almost 5am and idk why I got so carried away with this but I did and it’s basically just… pure filth. I don’t know why or how this turned into smut but it just did and I’m not even sorry.

Your eyes would light up the second they fell upon him as he walked up to you on set, a wide smile on his face.

It was currently lunch break for the entire cast and crew, so you quickly scrambled up from your seat to rush over to Harry, who quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Thank you for coming,” you mumbled into his neck, your lips placing a soft kiss on the skin there causing him to let out a quiet sigh.

“F'course love, you know I love seeing you work,” and he would pull away from the hug ever-so-slightly just to flash you his famous grin, his hands squeezing your hips lightly.

This was the first time he’d visited you on set, though of course everyone knew who he was, and knew that he was your boyfriend. You two had kept your relationship a secret for about a year, but when Anne’s iCloud was hacked, a ton of pictures of the two of you were released. Neither of you were really upset about people finding out, it was just the way they found out that upset you both. Anne had felt so guilty, no matter how many times Harry and you assured her that it was really okay.

You had just started getting your foot in the door in acting around the time you and Harry started dating, and you wanted to do it on your own. You didn’t want the fact that Harry Styles was your boyfriend to influence your career in any way, and Harry respected that.

Another year had passed, and you had landed a full time gig on a new tv show, and you promised Harry he would be allowed to visit the set, but only after a few months. You wanted to get to know everyone, and establish yourself on set as your own person, not Harry’s girlfriend. So, when you told Harry he could finally stop by this weekend, he jumped at the opportunity.

A few hours had passed and everyone on set was thrilled to finally meet Harry, and you couldn’t help but smile at how much everyone loved him. As always, he was respectful and kind to everyone who approached him, even the extras who would shyly ask for a picture and an autograph, and you couldn’t help but fall more in love with him if you tried.

Now the two of you were in your trailer, curled up on the large couch together under a warm blanket. Your body was trapped against the couch by Harry’s, his long legs intertwined with yours as his hand rested on your stomach, having snuck under your shirt long ago as the two of you talked about the day.

“Think Jared has a bit of a crush on ya, love,” he was referring to your main costar, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and swat at his chest lightly.

“Supposed to think that, it’s called acting,” and he would just shake his head, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip. He knew you were his, never doubted that for a second, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous at how close the two of you had been getting on set. Of course he knew it was acting, but he also hated the idea of another’s mans hands on you in any way.

“Hm, dunno. Think I might need to remind ya who ya belong to kitten,” the second the pet name leaves his lips you can feel your heart racing, your thighs clenching at the images that race through your mind at his words. Soon, your body is being trapped underneath his on the couch and his lips are on yours.

His lips are moving against yours like he hasn’t kissed you in months, his tongue prying against your lips for entrance to battle against your own. Your quick to tug at his shirt, signaling that you want it off, and he pulls away only for a second to remove the shirt and toss it across the trailer before his lips are back on yours. His hands are everywhere; he’s already unhooked your bra, though you’re still wearing your shirt so you’re not quite sure why until his hand slides underneath the now loose bra and he pinches your nipple between his fingers, rolling the swollen pebble between them and causing you to let out the first moan of many.

“Who makes ya’ moan like that, hm?” Harry’s voice is rough as he pulls away, his lips trailing along your neck as he tugs your shirt off, taking the bra with it and exposing your breasts to the cold air. He sucks in a sharp breath as he looks down at them; no matter how many times he’s seen them, he can’t get over how fucking perfect they are.

“You do,” you sigh out, your hand reaching up to tug at the short curls on the top of his head as his mouth attaches to your nipple, sucking it in between his lips as he grazes his teeth across it.

Your hips are bucking up into his, trying to create friction between your legs where you want him the most. The attention he’s paying to your nipples currently has your panties soaked already, and you just want him inside of you.

“Want you Harry, please,” you plead, tugging at the roots of his hair with one hand as the other moves down to unbutton his jeans.

He stands up quickly, yanking his pants down with his boxers and groaning the second his hard cock is met with the air, the tip already red and leaking. You let out a whine at the sight of it, and he can’t help but smirk as he crawls back on top of you, his hand coming down to stroke his own length.

“S'this what ya want, love?” He’s rubbing the head of his cock along the wet patch on your panties, and thanking his lucky stars you had decided to throw your pants off the second you had gotten into the trailer, “Wan’ my cock inside of your pretty little cunt?” You’re a whining and withering mess underneath him as he presses the head of himself into your clit, your hands gripping onto his forearms.

“Co.. condom.. do you have a condom,” you breathe out quickly, and your heart drops when you hear him curse and see his eyebrows furrow.

“No, fuck,” he’s pressing into you over your panties, his hips stuttering because fuck the condom at this point, but he knows he’s going to have to stop. You’re quiet for a moment, listening to both of your heavy breathing and you’re absolutely throbbing, and you don’t want to wait.

“Okay,” you breathe out, your eyes meeting his and he looks down at you in confusion, “Don’t need a condom really, do we?” And Harry nearly chokes on his own spit, his hips thrusting against your clit harshly, causing you to moan. He would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about how you would feel wrapped around him bare, but it was just something you’d never discussed, “You know I’m clean, I know you’re clean. I’ve got an IUD; I can’t get pregnant, and I just really fucking want you,” you’re basically begging at this point, your words coming out quick and Harry almost laughs because you’re trying to convince him to fuck you bare when he needs no convincing at all.

“Fuckin hell, pet,” he groans, closing his eyes tightly before he opens them once again and works to finally remove your bloody panties, and he may have accidentally ripped them in his rush to get the fucking things off but he doesn’t care right now. “You sure?” He’s quiet when he asks, looking down at you as he lines himself up with your entrance because he wants to make sure this is what you want, he doesn’t want you to regret anything.

“Yes, Harry. Please. Just fuck me,” you whimper, and you swear your heart is about to beat right out of your chest as you stare up at the beautiful man on top of you and you can’t believe how lucky you are.

The second he starts pushing into you, you’re both seeing white spots in your eyes. He knew you were tight and warm, but fuck were you always this tight and warm? And you can feel every vein and ridge on his cock as he coaxes inside of your walls slowly, his hips stuttering as you clench around him out of reflex and he squeezes your hips in a warning. Soon he’s bottoming out and both of you are whimpering and moaning one another’s names and you feel so good wrapped around him he thinks he might cry. Your begging him to move, but he has to take a moment to collect himself because if he doesn’t he thinks he might explode the second he starts moving. Why the hell hadn’t they tossed the rubbers a long time ago?

Finally, after what feels like hours even though in reality it’s only about a minute, he starts thrusting inside of you. His hands have found a home on your hips and he’s gripping onto them for dear life, a silent string of curse words and groans leaving his rosy lips.

Your arms are wrapped around his back, your nails digging into his tan skin and you can barely breathe. All you can manage to do is move your hips with his and wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him into your cunt deeper each time he thrusts inside of you as your head leans back against the couch, your eyes struggling to stay open.

You’re sure you’re being loud, and anyone who walks by your trailer will know 100% what you two are doing, but neither of you care at this moment. He’s fucking you so good and so raw, you’re sure you’ll be able to feel him in-between your legs tomorrow and the thought alone has you clenching around him.

“S'like you were fuckin made f'me,” he breathes into your neck, his thrusts picking up as your nails dig into his back, one of his hands reaching down in-between you and pressing into your clit. He knows he isn’t going to last long this time around, you’re too tight and warm and the feeling is too new, but he wants to make sure you reach your climax.

“Feel so good inside of me, Harry,” you whimper, your eyes finally squeezing shut as you feel your orgasm fast approaching.

He’s keeping a steady rhythm, his cock pounding inside of you as his fingers pinch and knead at your swollen bud and soon enough your toes are curling as your back arches off of the couch. You clench around him and Harry’s cumming inside of you before he can even realize what’s happening, both of you now riding out your orgasms together. You can feel warm spurts of his cum coating your walls and everything mixed together feels like absolute ecstasy, and you’re not even sure if you’re breathing at this point because everything just feels so fucking good.

Soon you two are completely spent, and Harry collapses on top of you, his cock growing soft inside of you as you try to catch your breath.

“M'gonna pull out now, love,” he warns, sitting up slowly before dragging his cock out of your warm cunt. You can feel his release mixed with yours leaking out of you, and Harry’s watching it trickle down your thighs in awe, his fingers moving to collect some of it as he slowly spreads it inside of your walls, and you can’t help but jerk away as he passes over your sensitive clit. He’s smirking now as he looks down at you; you look absolutely fucked out and knowing his cum is now inside of you almost makes him hard again, because you’re completely his.

“Love you,” you whisper sleepily, and Harry leans down, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You two will have to clean up and leave soon, but he isn’t opposed to resting for a few moments.

“Love you, too. So much.”