hate when couples say ‘we’re pregnant!!!’ both of you? prove it
his and hers matching pregancies
THIS ISNT ABT ‘cis’ mpreg ITS ABT TRANS MEN BE QUIET
My friend who has a gyno dad tells the best story about a couple (cis woman-trans man) who both tried in vitro fertilization and the guy got pregnant, and they were talking about it in the lobby when a cishet couple started getting weird abt it and said sth about it being “unnatural”. Her dad heard and was like, “UNNATURAL? EVERYTHING WE DO HERE IS UNNATURAL, God didn’t wanna give you guys a kid as much as he didn’t want to give one to this couple! And you all came to me for the same thing! WE ONLY DO UNNATURAL!!! IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT YOU CAN LEAVE!” and to this day I’ve never respected a doctor more.
If you’re feeling disconnected from the positive spectrum of emotions— from the enjoyment you get from spending time with your favourite people, from the comfort of your go-to show, from the satisfaction of engaging in your creative hobbies, from the relief of something hard ending, from the happiness of any situation that on paper should make you feel good…
You’re not broken.
You could be tired, exhausted, not sleeping well, stressed, burnt out, depressed, experiencing symptoms from a multitude of mental illnesses and disorders.
All these things can pass, be temporary, be medicated, or worked on and alleviated.
You’re a complex little human, not meant to always be happy (nice as that would be), so ride it out, do the things that will help without expectation of immediate success and you will get there.
The kind of thing a good coder wouldn’t mind seeing on their tombstone:
DEGRADED GRACEFULLY
Finally, a truly useful flashlight design! Because even just some light from one or two functional batteries is better than having not enough batteries to even close the circuit! Plus, if the contacts corrode at one spot and you don’t have the time & means to clean it, you can still get light out of the thing!
hey science side of tumblr, if you’re not on your union mandated lunch break, a question for you
when these resin casts are made and the top is sorta like, opaque (if that’s the right word) how come when the liquid resin is poured on top and then sets, that it becomes perfectly clear
Because of light refraction! Basically when you sand Resin casts (or in this case, from sanding the pinecones down) you wind up with an absolute fuckton of tiny scratches in the surface, and light that hits it bounces in all kinds of weird directions. But, since liquid resin can still bond with set resin, pouring a *very thin* layer of it over the top fills in the imperfections and makes the surface smooth like glass, so the light travels in a normal pattern again
Not the “oh Einstein was probably autistic” or the sanitized Helen Keller story. but this history disabled people have made and has been made for us.
Teach them about Carrie Buck, who was sterilized against her will, sued in 1927, and lost because “Three generations of imbeciles [were] enough.”
Teach them about Judith Heumann and her associates, who in 1977, held the longest sit in a government building for the enactment of 504 protection passed three years earlier.
Teach them about all the Baby Does, newborns in 1980s who were born disabled and who doctors left to die without treatment, who’s deaths lead to the passing of The Baby Doe amendment to the child abuse law in 1984.
Teach them about the deaf students at Gallaudet University, a liberal arts school for the deaf, who in 1988, protested the appointment of yet another hearing president and successfully elected I. King Jordan as their first deaf president.
Teach them about Jim Sinclair, who at the 1993 international Autism Conference stood and said “don’t mourn for us. We are alive. We are real. And we’re here waiting for you.”
Teach about the disability activists who laid down in front of buses for accessible transit in 1978, crawled up the steps of congress in 1990 for the ADA, and fight against police brutality, poverty, restricted access to medical care, and abuse today.
Teach about us.
Oh! Oh! I got one! Meet Edward V. Roberts-
Ed Roberts was one of the founding minds behind the Independent Living movement. Roberts was born in 1939, and contracted polio at age 14, two years before the vaccine that ended the polio epidemic came out (vaccinate your kids). Polio left Roberts almost completely paralyzed, with only the use of two fingers and a few toes. At night, he had to sleep in an iron lung, and he would often rest there during the day as well. Other times of the day, he breathed by using his face and neck muscles to force air in and out of his lungs.
Despite this being the fifties, Roberts’ mother insisted that her son continue schooling. Her support helped him face his fear of being stared at and ridiculed at school, going from thinking of himself as a “hopeless cripple” to seeing himself as a “star.” When his high school tried to deny him his diploma because he had never completed driver’s ed, Roberts and his mother fought the school and won.
This marked the beginning of his career as an activist.
Roberts had to fight the California Department of Vocational Rehabilitation for support to attend college, because his counselor thought he was too severely disabled to ever work or live independently. Roberts did go to school, however, first attending the College of San Marino. He was then accepted to UC Berkeley, but when the school learned that he was disabled, they tried to backtrack. “We’ve tried cripples before, and it didn’t work,” one dean famously said. The school tried to argue the dorms couldn’t accommodate his iron lung, so Roberts was instead housed in an empty wing of the school’s Cowell Hospital.
Roberts’ admittance paved the way for other disabled students who were also housed in the new Cowell Dorm. The group called themselves “The Rolling Quads,” and together they fought and advocated for better disability support, more ramps and accessible architecture like curb cut outs, founded the first formally recognized student-led disability services program in the country, and even managed to successfully oust a rehabilitation counselor who had threatened two of the Quads with expulsion for their protests.
After graduation from his master’s, he served a number of other roles- he taught political science at a number of different colleges over the years, served on the board for the Center for Independent Living, confounded the World Institute on Disability with Judith E. Heumann and Joan Leon, and continued to advocate for better disability services and infrastructure at his alma mater of UC Berkeley.
Roberts also took part in and helped organize sit ins to force the federal government to enforce section 504 of the Rehabilitation Act of 1973, which stated that people with disabilities should not be excluded from activities, denied the right to receive benefits, or be discriminated against, from any program that uses federal financial assistance, solely because of their disability. The sit-in occupied the offices of the Carter Secretary of Health, Education and Welfare building in San Francisco and lasted 28 days. The protestors were supported by local gay rights organizations and the Black Panthers. Roberts and other activists spoke, and their arguments were so compelling that members of the department of health joined the sit in. Reagan was forced to acknowledge and implement the policies and rules that section 504 required. This national recognition helped to pave the way for the Americans with Disabilities Act in 1990.
Roberts died of cardiac arrest in 1995 at the age of 54, leaving behind a proud legacy of advocacy and activism. Not bad for a “hopeless cripple” whose rehab counselor thought he was too disabled to ever work.
[id: a black and white photograph of Roberts, a bearded white man, sitting in his chair and smiling with a ventilator tube between his teeth.
A younger Roberts lying in an Iron Lung with a cup with a straw next to his head.
Two photographs, one of Roberts and a black man with a service dog (probably a seeing eye dog) walking along a path together, the other of Roberts participating in a march, with another man behind him holding a sign saying “Civil Rights for Disabled”]/end id.
Miss Spink and Miss Forcible. They are a couple, yes.
As Stephin Merritt had them sing, in the 2009 musical
“I am Miss Spink–” “And I am Miss Forcible–”
“Elderly thespians fallen from grace–”
“We never married so we’re undivorceable–”
“Tripping on clippings all over the place.”
So, this is page 18 of a recent printing of the Italian translation of Coraline (actually the second page of the actual book, after the Preface).
The underlined part says, literally, “both I and my sister Forcible were famous actresses, in our time.”
I read Coraline in English way back when and had always assumed they were a couple. I just came across this translation today at my parents’ and was taken aback, thinking I probably got it wrong at the time.
So I checked the English text and GUESS WHAT. I didn’t get it wrong. The original sentence reads, “both myself and Miss Forcible were famous actresses, in our time.” The translator decided Miss Spink and Miss Forcible must be sisters and, to this end, added a word that wasn’t there.
As a literary translator, queer person, and Neil Gaiman fan, I could write much (MUCH) more about this but honestly? I haven’t felt this furious in a long time, and I wouldn’t be too eloquent, I guess.
Honestly the best bit about this whole answer-storm is it’s reminded me to talk to my agent about the Italian edition.
Actually, let’s clarify this one, a little more. They are obviously a couple, and were always written to be a couple. What else would they be? (No, they aren’t sisters, they have different names.)
“We never married, so we’re undivorceable,” they sang in the Stephin Merritt musical of Coraline…
(They were based on my long ago elocution teacher and her partner.)
Yet another. I appear to have answered this one many many times on Tumblr alone (and on Twitter, alav ha-shalom, and even on my blog, before that).
And what I find oddest about it, is if it had been an elderly man and an elderly woman as neighbours, who had been living in the flat downstairs for the past thirty years or more, you’d just assume they were a couple, and would not be writing to the author to find out if they were a brother and sister or perhaps roommates.
