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A Man Called Winter, Epilogue

TITLE: A Man Called Winter, a Hades and Persephone retelling

CHAPTER NUMBER: Part IV of IV.

RATING: M (mature), sexual content, canon typical violence, questionable gore.

WORDS: 16,000 of 16,000

NOTES: Written as a part of the @reylofanfictionanthology​.

Any feedback or comments are extremely welcome, and I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Drop me a message/ask/whatever! 

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Epilogue

Rey’s second flight was easier. She knew the controls well enough this time to dock in the Underground bay almost unnoticed. But they did notice her. When she walked down the ramp to the sterile cold of the bay, every head, helmeted or not, turned in her direction. Some with more tact turned away quickly, but most watched her as she strode confidently past. She deserved as much. For as much trouble as Kylo Ren had caused the Resistance, she was sure the Underground suffered tenfold.

She went to his rooms first, then the training arena, and her old quarters. She half supposed she wouldn’t find him in any of these places, and she was correct.

So she walked to the garden.

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me to my patients or any other person: Take care of your wound!!!! apply this oil so i heals faster!! keep it covered with sterilized bandages to avoid insects and infection!!! take antibiotics!!!!

me when I have an injury on myself: *puts super glue on it and duct tape* this will work

anonymous asked:

Coulter is a bitch but she has a point in the fact that pretty much every jewish organization has been pro-migrant while at the same time israel has been profoundly racist, calling for dna tests so only "true jews" may settle, sterilizing ethiopian jews, prominent rabbis and politicians saying israel belongs to whites (they were ardent supports of apartheid south africa, manufacturing armor and vehicles for them).

Plenty of American Jews are pretty liberal in general so it’s not that much of a surprise that a lot of Jewish organizations take pro-migrant positions.

I’m aware of Depo-Provera and Israeli-South African controversies you mention. While I support Israel, it shouldn’t be viewed on a pedestal (no country should be). Its status as the sole Middle Eastern democracy doesn’t make it exempt from criticism.

@jewishpolitics Anything you want to add?

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No Más Bebés: New PBS Documentary Reveals Population Control Of “Poor Who Cannot Adequately Feed Or Clothe The Children They Already Have”

Mothers like Consuelo Hermosillo were in labor when medical staff urged signed consent for a “life saving” treatment. Unbeknown to the mothers, doctors performed a tubal ligation, by clamping, cutting or burning of the fallopian tubes without disclosing the exact procedure.

A small group of Mexican immigrant women sued county doctors, the state and the U.S. government after they were sterilized while giving birth at Los Angeles County-USC Medical Center during the late 1960s and early 1970s.

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Aboriginal women say they were sterilized against their will in hospital
An aboriginal woman in Saskatoon alleges she experienced forced sterilization at a local hospital. And she's not alone. Today, we hear those stories and how they are part of a too-common pattern in our country's history.

“I’m laying there, scared enough, not wanting this done, telling her I didn’t want it done. All of a sudden I smell something burning. If I could’ve moved my legs I probably would’ve kicked her.”- Brenda Pelletier on being sterilized against her will

Brenda Pelletier checked in to Royal University Hospital in Saskatoon five years ago to give birth to her baby girl. She left, with her tubes tied. The tubal ligation procedure happened, she says, after she was pressured into it by hospital staff, while she was in a vulnerable state.

And as a Métis woman, Brenda Pelletier’s experience appears not to be an isolated case.

At least three other aboriginal women have come forward to say that they too were pressured to be sterilized at the Saskatoon hospital in recent years.

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My transgender sterilization, or why my consent meant nothing.

In 2009 I was sterilized against my will. 

And it didn’t happen the way I expected. I wasn’t strapped to a bed or dragged screaming into an operating room. If that had been the case, at least I would have had an easier time understanding what happened to me. 

Instead it was the slow mounting of circumstances. I was told that without proof of sterilization, I couldn’t change the gender marker on my passport. I learned that without that change I couldn’t find a job. I couldn’t go to a bank, hospital or dentist without being publically humiliated as I was forced to explain the discrepancy on my passport. I couldn’t get through passport control to leave my country. I couldn’t safely go to a bar at night. And since I didn’t get sterilized, doctors doubted my ‘commitment’ to being transgender and refused access to further transition related care. 

Eventually I gave in. I needed to get on with my life. I was done screaming, crying, fighting. I made my appointment, packed up my own bag for a 3 day stay at the hospital and checked myself in for my own sterilization. The one I really did not want. 

When I made my appointment, when I checked myself in, when I went through preparation for surgery, I must have signed over half a dozen consent forms. It seemed that at every turn there was a new form for me to sign saying that I did in fact want this. That I was giving my full informed consent to the procedure. I’ve had other surgeries that did not involve this pile of paper work and looking back, I’m sure all that extra attention to consent was there precisely because I was being forced into this position. I was being sterilized against my will, but I had to put on a performance of consent so the agents within the system could never be held accountable. I do not know if the nurse who handed me my 5th consent form and prepped my for my surgery knew that I really wanted to run out of that hospital. I don’t know if she knew that I felt broken, defeated, hopeless. Sometimes I feel guilty about allowing her to be an unknowing participant in my violation. 

I hated the consent forms more than anything. 

I had the surgery and I went on, as I did before, to campaign against sterilization as a requirement for legal gender recognition. And in 2014 sterilization ceased to be a requirement for legal gender recognition in the Netherlands, where I live. I celebrated that day. I am really happy that the next generation of transgender people will not have to go through the same thing. 

But I never forgot what had happened to me or considered it a finished chapter. I never forgot that consent can be a performance, enforced to cover up a great coercion. I never forgot that the participants in a consent violation, doctors and nurses in my case, may not even be aware of their role because they did not witness the coercion taking place. They did not see how my options were limited until I got to this point. Consent can be a choice made because all the other roads you would choose are blocked. Consent can be the mask violation wears. And I am very skeptical when I see consent hailed as the highest standard for ethical conduct. So there is a ‘yes’, maybe even an eager, informed ‘yes’. But what’s the rest of the story? Where there are those with power and those without it, consent is not a good measure for whether abuse occurs.

I am sure others are at this very moment signing consent forms or saying ‘yes’ to things they really do not want.