when people ask what I love most about him.
On the 20th anniversary of The Family Medical Leave Act, meet the Republican men who voted against it
Every single one of these jerks will be up for re-election in 2014. Let’s do our best to send as many of them home as possible!
How much do you and your family members really look alike? Quebec, Canada-based graphic designer and photographer Ulric Collette has created a shockingly cool project where he’s exploring the genetic similarities between different members of the same family. By splitting their faces in half and then splicing them together, he creates interesting new people that are sometimes quite normal looking and other times far from it. He calls this series Genetic Portraits.
Okay this is just really interesting to me.
I think this speaks for itself. Accepting a person doesn’t mean you get to put limits on their freedom. You can’t be an ally and want us to stop talking, or labeling, or demanding to be heard.
Acceptance has no exceptions. Period.
“AS LONG AS YOU DON’T USE A WEIRD LABEL”
I have seen far too many people on tumblr start to whine that eight labels for sexuality is going “too far”, when a lot of those people know over 81 times that when it comes to Pokemon, and I’m pretty sure sexuality labels are more important that virtual monsters.
Sexuality and gender identity labels aren’t “frivolous”. And the vast majority of people that use them aren’t trying to be “special”, they’re merely trying to find a word that validates and explains their orientation - something that most people have and take for granted.
tl;dr: This person is amazing and I love their graphics so much it hurts.
Yo, yo, yo! Here’s my early submission for WE-dnesday. As promised, here is one of the professional photos that was taken of my trans-proud family. I’m a transitioned trans-man, married to a wonderful cis-gendered woman, and have two amazing boys (ages 3 years and 3 weeks). We used the same anonymous sperm donor to conceive our children (so they are full brothers) and my wife carried both. To the trans community: Nothing is unreachable in life! You are an unstoppable force. Don’t let anyone tell you who you are. Don’t let anyone tell you what you “have to be.” And most importantly, don’t let anyone tell you what you cannot do. Everything is possible.
I’m Marek. 31. FTM. And a fucking great dad. Ask me anything.
I had my father get sick when I was 22. And I was poor, alright. And my father had an ulcer, and it exploded and you know all these toxins get in your blood. And basically, my father died, whatever, 50 days after his ulcer. So I had a father get sick while I was poor.
My mother got sick when I was rich. And my mother, you know… I don’t really want to get into it, but my mother was sicker than my father. And my mother’s alive. My mother’s fine, OK? I remember going to the hospital to see my mother and wondering, ‘Was I in the right place?’ Like, this was a hotel. Like it had a concierge, man.
People don’t… if the average person really knew the discrepancy in the health care system, there’d be riots in the streets, OK? They would burn this motherfucker down!”
Chris Rock [video]
Bringing this back, because some people don’t seem to understand that there is a discrepancy in the quality of care among poor, middle-class, and wealthy people, NO MATTER HOW DEBILITATING THEIR RESPECTIVE DISEASES MAY BE.
the bold though. truth bombs everywhere.
I will reblog this every time I see it.
when people ask me “why is marriage so important why can’t you just get a civil union”
this is why
(Written on Sat, Aug 11)
Hello my dear followers!
I have returned from the family trip, thankfully in one piece. Yay!
It was insanely hot but THANK ALL THAT IS HOLY there is AC in the house. YAY!
Here’s some of the stuff that happened:
On the trip up to the ranch, on a whim, my sister bought a paperback copy of the first book in The Hunger Games trilogy. She read the whole thing in like a day, she loved it so much! She wanted to get the rest of the books immediately, but it’s a long drive back into town, so we waited until more was needed/wanted. A day or two later we took the 1.5 hour drive back into town to buy some stuff, including the rest of the trilogy. She bought the hardback set from Costco. When we got back to the house that night, she started reading the second book right away. Her enthusiasm drove me to ask to read the paperback of the first book. The first 50 pages or so, I was rather ambivalent about it, I wasn’t hooked, but it definitely wasn’t bad or anything. But somewhere in chapter 5 I think, I suddenly realized that I did not at all like the idea of putting the book down. I’m a slower reader than my sister, so I’m only more than half through the the first book, but I’m loving it. Bits of the story found their way into my dreams and day dreams. And I’m loving it! Yay!
But I also spent time reading The Silmarillion, which I have been trying to get through off and on for over an year. I am now on Chapter 1! That probably sounds silly to those who haven’t opened The Silmarillion, but there are a bit less than 50 pages of the preface + Ainulindalë and Valaquenta, which are creation stories (and I’ve read them probably 3 times by now with all my attempts to read the book). Though written with beautiful language, the text is very dense and there are so many names…anyway, it’s taken me a long time to get through them. But I’ve made significant headway, and the story seems to be picking up. Yay!
My Dad drove me around the property. Super bumpy roads, as always. Very dusty, as always. All of the ponds are really low, if not dried up except for mud at the bottom. Saw some eagles, and lots of rabbits and ground squirrels. And somewhere along the drive the right front tire went flat. Probably went over a rock too fast or something. We didn’t notice it for a long time because the dirt roads are so bumpy and rough anyway. We were stranded in the scorching sun, like 98° heat, for probably 40 minutes. My Dad, even with his really bad back, worked so hard to get out the spare tire and use the car jack, only to find that the jack didn’t get the car high enough to change the tire. Thankfully we had our walkie-talkies, and were close enough to the house to talk to Mom. She called our nearest neighbor, Burt, and he came to rescue us. He’s a wonderful man, in his late 70s, but able to crawl under a car and jack it up, and change the tire with Dad helping. He’s been helping take care of the roads on our property since my Great Uncle Bill died in 2006. Well, he’s been helping take care of the roads and the property in general for decades, and Uncle Bill would help him. They were good friends. I miss Uncle Bill….
As usual, we brought WAY TO MUCH STUFF. Too much in the way of clothes, cleaning and medical supplies, but most of all, food. We always bring way too much fucking food. And a bunch of it ends up going bad cuz we’re stupid and wasteful and I hate it. GRRR.
I got a bunch of bug bites, like I always do. I fucking hate bug bites. I do not do well with itchiness. I end up covered in scabs, and they turn into scars because I lack self control, especially when it comes to scratching at itchiness. It’s part of the reason I will never be a model or anyone famous: I’m covered in bug bite scars. Le sigh. GRRR.
Because of my foot, my sister and parents had to do all of the loading and unloading of cars at the beginning and end of the trip, and most of the cleaning (I washed the dishes though!). So they’re really tired and sore all over. Boo.
Damnit, I’m so itchy. I need to take a shower.
(a while later) Yay! I took a shower. I feel better. Still itchy though. But less so. And my dustiness has been drastically reduced, so yay!
Edit written on Sun Aug 12: I’m now about to start Chapter 4 of The Silmarillion! :)
Robert was the true steel. Stannis is pure iron, black and hard and strong, yes, but brittle, the way iron gets. He’ll break before he bends. And Renly, that one, he’s copper, bright and shiny, pretty to look at but not worth all that much at the end of the day.
martha x mickey parallels - getting out for family
In Mickey’s case, it’s his dead gran come back to life (or living in the parallel universe). Martha’s family has just watched the world burn in war for a year and has been subjected to physical trauma, too. I’ve not seen too many people talk about how devoted they both are to their families; they’d each give up traveling with the person they love to stay behind and heal people. They’re healers—Dr. Jones heals bodies, Mr. Smith heals machines.
Of course, this is another reason why Martha and Mickey are extremely compatible—they are devoted to their loved ones. They sacrifice selfish desires for others. Martha spends a year walking alone in a war-torn world; Mickey fights the Cybermen with Jake in the parallel world. RTD has Martha go to Germany because the German name for Martha is Marta, which sounds similar to martyr. Eventually, she’s convinced by Mickey to drop UNIT (no doubt after the scandal of the 456) and joins him in his freelance work, defending their world and falling in badass love.
Look, there are OBVIOUSLY issues with the execution of this ship (their absence in Children of Earth and sudden pairing reeks of Pair the Spares EVEN if it wasn’t intentionally done that way; also add in the racial factor and yeah). It’s one of my biggest criticisms of RTD’s work. But he knows his characters damn well, because Martha and Mickey deserve each other. The martyr and her mechanic.
If two people deserve happiness, it’s these two.
Hmm I had 27 years of emotional oppression…. I”m almost scared to take an acting class now… O.o
Ohhh…my baby!! LET ME HUG YOU!! You can tell me everything that was bottled up in your heart.