Call me Yanni

Life unworthy of life.

That is how oppressors will see us. Not as criminals or corrupting influences but as things that should simply not be allowed to live.

Your activism needs to include and protect us from day one. Folks didn't show up for us after we showed up to get you your marriage rights. I still can't fucking marry...I can't even have a civil union, or even have a partner they decide we are close enough to that we are "holding out as married". Y'all want to unionize. There is no union to protect us. (Don't fucking talk to me about the IWW, they have NEVER answered me when I have contacted them four times, and even the name excludes anyone who can't work, fuck us, labor is still a moral virtue I guess, fuck representing those who can't.) Y'all want a survivable minimum wage. I draw max SSI, but have to live on less than 11k a year, and am punished if someone gives me cash to pay to fix the oven that has been broken for 2 years; they'll deduct the full fucking amount past the first $60 as "unearned income". Y'all want SNAP. My disability payments are held against my SNAP. Y'all want housing for everyone. We get our benefits slashed if we live with someone who helps us, but we often HAVE to, fucked either way. Y'all want student debt forgiveness. I can't go to school too much or they might cut my benefits, but nobody can tell me how much that is.

Y'all want us disabled fucks to volunteer? GUESS WHAT, MOTHERFUCKER? THEY HOLD THAT AGAINST US.

FUCK. THIS.

I want ALL the things y'all want. Y'all need to familiarize yourselves with our struggles.

Fucking see us.

Not simple breeding kink.

The SS Warrimoo, a passenger steamship traveling from Vancouver to Australia, was silently knifing its way across the mid-Pacific waters. The navigator had just finished calculating a star fix and handed the results to Captain John DS. Phillips.

The Warrimoo's coordinates were LAT 0º 31' N, LONG 179 30' W. The date was December 31, 1899. "Know what this means?" First Mate Payton announced, "We're only a few miles from the intersection of the Equator and the International Date Line."

Captain Phillips was prankish enough to seize the opportunity to do the nautical feat of a lifetime. He summoned his navigators to the bridge to double-check the ship's position. He altered his course slightly to focus directly on his target. He then altered the engine's speed.

The calm weather and clear night worked to his advantage. At midnight, the SS Warrimoo rested on the Equator, exactly where it had crossed the International Date Line. The ramifications of this odd arrangement were numerous.

Awww poor baby can’t take it?

Aww you’re too stupid to understand that

Don’t worry baby I’ll take care of it. Your little girl brain will probably just get confused.

There’s no need to worry your pretty head about it okay? Let me do the thinking.

That’s okay if you’re not smart enough to understand. That’s what I’m here for darling.

You’re so cute when you try to think.

Aww you really don’t know do you? That’s so cute!

Don’t bother trying to read that sweetheart. It’s too complicated for you.

Your incomplete thoughts are some of my favourite ones.

It’s okay baby just trust me I know what’s best for you (bonus points if it is absolutely not what is best for me)

Aww come on baby can’t even take that? Don’t worry I’ll make it fit.

You’re just a little slut aren’t you? That’s okay baby. You don’t need words in your mouth. Let’s put my cock in there instead.

Awww little baby can’t think? That’s good baby. You don’t need to think. You just need to do what I tell you to do. Isn’t that right?

Awww there you go baby. Let all your brains leak out your cute little cunt. That’s all that those pesky little thoughts are for anyways huh? Just let them leak out of you and make it even easier for me to take what’s mine.