I wore a headband to class so that the ensuing headache would prevent me from falling asleep during a solid two hours of presentations by my classmates, do you understand how tired I am, DO YOU?????
why do they do this to us
do they really think we’re going to pay attention/would learn anything if we did?
the last THREE sessions of one of my classes were just back-to-back student presentations. you’re just outsourcing the education I paid for to my colleague, why don’t I just go to grad school in the bar where we all meet after class, pay 40k to my friends who get liquored up and say, “I READ AN ARTICLE ONE TIME THAT SAID…” because that’s all these presentations are, minus whiskey
is this some kind of fucking game
Oh Jesus this was my entire first year. Sympathies.
I was so dead tired yesterday that I forgot to share my joy over my new internship! So. much. better. It’s a much more relaxed atmosphere and I’ll be doing work directly related to the career path I want to work toward, gaining specific, applicable skills. I’ll get to do tons of intakes and co-facilitate groups (and likely run some on my own). I may even get a small individual caseload. My supervisor* has never had an intern before and she’s really excited to help me get whatever I want out of it. So basically, if I want an experience, I can go for it. On my first day I went out into the field with a client to help her overcome anxiety about a new transit route. Did more in one day than two months at the other place.
Moral of the story: PUSH BACK. I wouldn’t have gotten this new placement if I had not fought hard and advocated for myself. As social workers, we are taught to empower our clients so they can advocate for themselves but we have to do it for ourselves too because nobody else is gonna.
(*Also…my supervisor is a hooomoooo!! Yaaaay! Family!)
I refuse to give up hope that they will one day snuggle. Badger (the cat) loves Violet so so much. He has lived with two other dogs before and his reaction ranged from indifferent to active dislike but he LOVES Violet. She on the other hand doesn’t exactly know what to do with his affection. She gets confused and pokes him with her nose until he finally leaves.
Oh for fuck’s sake, Illinois, can you make this more difficult?!
The law goes into effect January 1st HOWEVER they still have to decide on rules regarding registration, fees and processing which will likely take until May. And even then, it’s entirely unclear whether Medicaid will pay for it or what the actual cost to patients will be.
That’s cool, I’ll just be over here poisoning myself with immunosuppressants and biologics. Assholes.
Oh for christ sake…the faculty at my school are taking a strike authorization vote this week?! I mean, I like some of y’all and I want you to have decent wages, etc. but please just give me my stupid degree so I can run awaaaaay!!!
I’m going to scour the university library system for academic sources indicating positive treatment results and bring them with me to my next appointment. As of January 1, medical marijuana will be legal here (for 33 diagnoses, Crohn’s included). I’m going to try with my GI first and if he says no, I’ll go elsewhere. I’ve seen studies indicating that it can and does mitigate symptoms and lord knows the side effects are much less than the toxins I’ve been on. I want to give it a shot.
I slept 10 hours last night! And I woke up with NO FEVER! And just discomfort instead of awful pain! Improvements!
Also, all signs point to this likely being an allergic reaction to a newish medication and not an actual Crohn’s flare. So yay maybe I can taper off the Pred much faster? But boo now what the hell medication can I use?
how long must we wait for a lesbian disney princess
or what about a prince who throughout the entire movie you think he’s going to be the love interest but in the end it…
#anyone surprised this is a dude Let’s get one thing straight here. I’m gay. I have more support for feminism in my fucking foreskin than a lot of females do. That’s pretty sad. This has nothing to do with misandry or misogyny. I was pointing out the fact that ok it’s easy to say that the princesses that do exist could have been created in a more modern, deviated fashion such as being a lesbian perhaps, but then again, a lot of people overlook the fact that there are plenty of guys who fall into the whole “geeze my life is shitty watch me turn it around” or “poverty-stricken guy meets a super-badass girl (or gay guy that’d be better) at a dance and they fall in love” kind of story. There are countless princesses. The only “princes” are their male, love interest counterparts. And don’t use Aladdin as an example, because the movie may as well be called “Jasmine”, because she’s the only one that’s glorified. Get the fuck out of my face.
did i say you were straight? what relevance does this have on the conversation?
like 95% percent of non-disney princess movies star men, get over the fact that there’s one niche for a specific audience that doesn’t revolve around you
"Man-eating lesbian amazon warrior princess" Yeah I bet you get along with men just fine. Even those who agree with your ideology. I bet you’re the physical manifestation of misandry.
for someone who says this isn’t about misandry you’re really hung up on that instead of actually making sense
Okay. Then let’s “make sense”. Here’s a question. Is there a problem with advocating for more Disney princes?
there’s a problem with telling l/b/q women to “shut the fuck up” about wanting a lesbian princess so we can focus on men/princes instead. i’m surprised someone who’s ~more feminist than most women~ doesn’t realize that
If you want to take that route, you actually took a hit at me first. You made it a point to note that (1) I was a guy, and (2) I wasn’t advocating for a lesbian princess. Here, try looking up the phrase “how many Disney prince’s are there?” In google to see how many there are. You won’t find anything, because it just thinks that you’re actually trying to find the number of princesses. It thinks you made a typo. That’s a prime example of the bad gender distribution among famous Disney characters.
i literally do not care. you took a post about lesbian princesses, which have ZERO representation, to yell at women for not instead prioritizing princes, who at least are present in them, just tragically don’t star in all of them like they do every other genre.
Poor poor oppressed men and their lack of representation. The injustice!
Feeling a wee bit more hopeful after talking to my GI (whom I actually got on the phone at 8 am and I was so surprised I stuttered because I was fully expecting his voicemail AND he called me back before 6 pm with results). Labs aren’t super weird/don’t strongly indicate anything except for one slight elevation that could mean drug-induced pancreatitis. Since there’s even a slight chance, he’s pulling that med for a few days to see if any of this resolves. I would love to have something definitive to pin this on but if that’s the case, it’s back to brainstorming for new maintenance meds (that I can afford). And if it’s not, then this is just a really bad flare that’s taking longer to respond to treatment than usual/I’m going to end up needing more super fun diagnostics.
Y’all, grab a barf bag if necessary, I’m ‘bout to get a little gross and mushy here…
I have not been this sick since I was diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease 7 years ago. In the last week I have felt absolutely miserable and frustrated and scared. And Forks has been there through everything. I don’t know what I would have done without her. Aside from the immensely helpful practical stuff like, you know, driving me to the hospital, she’s made me laugh to take my mind off the pain and make everything less scary. She’s made me food and rubbed my back and sat with me when I’ve woken up with fevers. She’s let me give in and be sick and lean on her because even us Crohnies can’t be super stoic all the time. And her family has embraced me as their own, her mom in particular, calling to check on me and sending well wishes.
Things are kind of scary right now but I feel safe. And as miserable as I am feeling, I also feel pretty damn lucky.
On November 2, 2013, 19-year-old Renisha McBride was murdered. Independent Press has identified McBride’s murderer as Ted Wafer, although other media claims to be committed to protecting his name.
There has, as of yet, been no arrest. The Dearborn Heights Police Department says that they will make a decision on whether or not to prosecute Wafer, in spite of the fact that they have in fact acknowledged that McBride’s murder is a homicide, on Friday, Nov 14, 2013 at 11am.
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2. Cece McDonald
McDonald is a trans, black woman who was sentenced to two years in prison after she defended herself with scissors against transphobic, neo-Nazis who hurled homophobic slurs at her. McDonald, like many trans women, was sent to a men’s facility.
Marissa Alexander is an African American mother of three and survivor of domestic violence from Jacksonville, FL. In 2010, she fired a warning shot upwards into a wall to defend herself from a life-threatening beating from her estranged husband. Despite the fact that Marissa caused no injuries and has no previous criminal record, and despite the fact that Florida’s self-defense law includes the right to “Stand Your Ground,” she was subsequently arrested, prosecuted, and sentenced to 20 years in prison. This past September, Marissa Alexander won her appeal, her guilty verdict was overturned, and she secured the right to a new trial.
I really thought I was going to start feeling better after yesterday’s visit to my GI. He sounded hopeful that the Pred and antibiotics would get everything under control. He didn’t think it sounded like pancreatitis from the Imuran. I was finally feeling considerably better before bed.
Then I woke up at 4:30 with a fever again and different gut pains. I’m frustrated and tired and sick and scared. I don’t understand what’s going on and no one else seems to either. I’ve already rescheduled a final once, still have a paper due and am supposed to start my new internship tomorrow. Everything is fucked and it really doesn’t feel like it’s gonna work out this time.
Anytime someone in the media comes out there is a fucking echo chamber of straight people who comment on how sad it is that coming out is such a big deal still and who cares in this day and age.
It must be super neat to not have to give a fuck about anyone’s sexual orientation. How nice it is that you’re just so evolved and don’t care who anyone else is involved with. It’s almost as if this isn’t even about you! That perhaps this person is coming out for their own fucking sake or to be a positive role model in some other queer’s life. Weird!
Every holiday season I find myself watching as many Christmas movies as I can but come January there is always a handful I forgot or never got around to watching.
So I’m turning to you guys to help me create the ultimate holiday movie list. I threw together a quickly google form to take…
Need your help here!!!!!!!
Yes to: A Christmas Story, A Christmas Carol (but only the one with George C. Scott), It’s a Wonderful Life, A Charlie Brown Christmas, How the Grinch Stole Christmas (but only the animated one, not that Jim Carrey bullshit) and Rudolph.
Yeah. Damn that stuff for being so effective yet so laden with nasty side effects. My GI at least took down the initial dosage. The hospital sent me home on 80 mg a day. My GI doc made an awful face when he heard that and immediately said “No.” They also had no taper, which is unheard of. My GI does a really long taper, starting at 40 mg going all the way down to 5. So I know I’m in good hands and really, if you’re going to go on Pred you should taper off really slowly. But I just hate it so much. And now I’m on THREE medications that suppress the immune system. Permission to hide indoors for the rest of the winter, leaving only when wearing a Hazmat suit?
There is a woman in the waiting room at my GI doc’s office who brought her granddaughter with her. The little monster is literally crawling around on the floor, chattering nonstop, and jumping around all over the place.
I am fucking miserable and just want to sit here quietly. I get that she’s just being a kid but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to trip her.
I make sure they flush the IV every 20 min if it’s not hooked up bc it will clot. Once they forced the clot through anyway and it hurt pretty bad but it was quick.
I so wish I had. But I was so tired from not sleeping at all and drowsy from pain meds that I just went to sleep and forgot I wasn’t hooked up until a nurse woke me up to connect the line. My poor veins are blown all to hell now and I still have to get my azathiaprine levels checked tomorrow.
A friend of mine is moving in with her girlfriend this week. I know this because one of them just made a self-deprecating remark about "U-Hauling" on facebook. They’ve been together for a year.
It’s part of the lesbian relationship cycle. You meet her, make fuck-me eyes at her, fuck her, fuck her nonstop for twelve hours a day, confess your undying love to her, leave your toothbrush at her house, and then ask her to move in with you. She says yes of course because you spend all of your time apart texting each other about how in love you are, so what’s the difference anyway.
Then your friends say, “Moving in together? Already? Don’t you think you’re moving a little fast?” You exchange worried glances. You say, “Are we U-Hauling?”
[My gay agenda.]
My wife and I moved in together after we had known each other for two years and dated for eight months. I thought that was reasonable, but our queer friends gave us some major side-eye for it.
I wondered: what’s the standard, here? How long does the average straight couple date before they move in together?
To find my answer, I consulted the straightest of all straight people: the science writers at The Daily Mail.
According to this article from last August, the average straight couple moves in together at around thirty weeks. That’s just shy of eight months.
So why was it was U-Hauling when my wife and I moved in together at eight months and not when straight couples move in together at eight months?
I mean, obviously it’s just straight up homophobia. Straight people examine our choices much more closely than they would ever examine their own, because two women who sleep in the same bed must have something wrong with them, right, and there must be some proof of that in the way we date and have sex and make commitments.
And in turn, we lesbians examine our own relationships to root out and destroy even the tiniest shred of evidence that we aren’t normal, to prove to ourselves— and to straight people— that they’re wrong.
Well, fuck that.
I’m going to show you something that will change your life.
It’s a graph that shows long-term relationship satisfaction rates for gay, lesbian, and straight couples. Straight couples are further divided into two categories: with and without children.
Lesbians are represented by that unbroken line up at the top. We experience the smallest decline in happiness over the first three years of the relationship and then remain consistently happier than straight and gay male couples over the next ten years.
(Poor straight couples! They have it the worst— their relationships just jump off a cliff and die.)
Do lesbian couples fall in love too fast? Are we too intense? Do we talk about our feelings too much and have embarrassing rituals like Processing Night on alternate Thursdays?
Maybe we get super intense and talk about our feelings and move in together because we’re awesome at relationships. If we’re stereotypes, we’re the happiest goddamn stereotypes in the world.
And don’t ever apologize for being happy, my lovelies.
My partner and I lived together after 3 weeks of knowing each other and we’re currently passed the 3 year mark. I’ll never be ashamed of it.
a while back i marathoned say yes to the dress and it was striking how many straight couples had been together under a year (some had been together like three months) and were engaged and wedding dress shopping already. but they’re not the ones who have a “u-hauling” stereotype!
amy and i dated about a year, i think a little less, online/long-distance (meeting in person a few times) before moving in together. and we passed the 4 year mark a few months ago. so there ya go!
I think it’s way easier for straight people to confine the concept of “U-Hauling” to lesbians but they really do it just as much as we do. It’s just a funny joke when we do it but normal when it’s them.