Bubble Tea and Realitea

Heres a video of what’s going on right now:

If you see this, please reblog.

This is terrifying and we all need to do what we can to spread the word. If you’re a US native, you know that this won’t make the news cycle for more than a few days, max, so please keep talking about this and help make other pay attention! I know not everyone has the spoons for it, but if you can, do so.

Tagging some folks who I really hope can signal boost:

💌💌💌Please, share💌💌💌

Other posts have a lot of shares but not much engagement. I assume having tons of notes discourages help because people assume someone else helped? I dunno tbh

But I do know that I am still desperate.

I don’t have family to ask (bi/pan, nonbinary, & “heathen” folks get abused or ostracized in my family.)

My irl friends have already done so freaking much. In fact, I didn’t realize how much they loved me until they started giving me places to live, feeding me when they can, and driving me to doctors appointments when they’re free. Thank you to everyone that has helped, so far. I never thought I’d live a month into this diagnosis and treatment, but you’ve been so good to me despite all of us being broke as complete fuck.

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So, here’s my last-ditch effort to find help dealing with FOOD, bills, meds, co-pays, rides to doctors, or even just staying warm from the snow. I don’t know if I believe this will be more effective.

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I’ve applied for help. I’m in the process. Waiting on an answer.

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Please spare me a few bucks if you can.

https://www.gofundme.com/69q48b4 - GoFundMe made by a friend

https://www.paypal.me/robincf/20

My kid fell off their bike and skinned their knee. Just skinned it that’s all and they went into full on scream/crying hysterical because it was bleeding and they hadn’t had an injury where they bled within their memory

It wasn’t so much the pain as the blood that made them hysterical.

In that case we could see it wasn’t serious but the chocolate helped them calm down and then I got them to tell me about Terraria until they were calm and their wound was dressed

It was absolutely an overreaction to a skinned knee but it was also an understandable one

When I was 10, my mom made me wear a bra and it felt like a punishment for being different.

When I was 10, I took the bra off when changing for gymnastics and accidentally dropped it in the school hallway. A teacher picked it up and said, “Oh, this must belong to you” and handed it back to me in front of everyone. I quit gymnastics.

When I was 11, I thought maybe the boobs would be okay so long as they didn’t get any bigger than would fit in my hand, so I kept measuring it, but they did.

When I was 12, I started wearing two or three sports bras to smush them down, until one day a classmate said, “Are you wearing two bras?!” while laughing.

When I was 13, a boy told me he wanted to squeeze my boobs “until they popped.”

When I was 14, I got cast in a play as an older character and a classmate told me I got the role because I had boobs.

When I was 17, my mom told me to return a swimsuit because it would be too distracting for my boyfriend’s father.

When I was 21, I got properly fitted for a bra and everyone felt the need to tell me how much better my boobs looked.

When I was 26, I got pregnant and my immediate fear was that my boobs would get bigger.

When I was 28, I got shamed for trying to feed my screaming baby in public without a cover.

When I was 28, people asked me “why are you bothering to use a breastfeeding cover?”

When I was 30, people gave me weird looks that I wasn’t yelling at my kid for putting their hand on my boob.

When I was 31, I avoided going to the beach or pool because I didn’t want to have to deal with boobs in a swimsuit.

When I was 32, I got asked, again, “why don’t you get a breast reduction?”

When I was 33, I watched a 5yo girl get shamed for running around in sweltering heat without a shirt on and had to reprimand a bunch of tween boys who thought it was okay to shame her for doing something they do all the time.

When I was 34, my kid kept patting my breast and saying “Mommy’s squishy breast!!” They will never see me express any shame about tits, because I want them to have a different mindset than I had. Yes, boobs are nice! They’re squishy! They’re fun! That’s the end of that.

I’m 35 and no longer give a fuck. I don’t care anymore. As a teenager my tits were covered in stretch marks. They’ve been engorged with milk. My nipple changed shape with pregnancy. Give it another couple decades and my breasts will probably be all wrinkly. It’s sexual when I’m using it sexually. I don’t fucking care, and I won’t be ashamed anymore. 

Every time a policy or cultural hangup treats people with breasts differently, it fucks us over. 

Tumblr’s new policy makes an active choice to participate in this culture of shame. By classifying “female-presenting nipples” as explicit material, Tumblr has taken a stance that any chest or breast that differs from a male default is worthy of shame and unavoidably sexual. The idea that breasts are shameful and unavoidably sexual is exactly what fucked me up for so much of my life.

These are Safe Shorts. They were made by Sandra Seilz after someone attempted to rape her. If the fabric is torn, an alarm will be sounded.

This is the Rape-aXe, invented by a South African doctor by the name of  Sonnet Ehlers. After interviewing a rape victim who wished she had teeth down there, she made this. If someone’s penis is inserted and pulled back out, the teeth will sink in, and can only be removed by a doctor.

The Killer Tampon (couldn’t find a site for it), made by retired anaesthetist Jaap Haumann. When penetration takes place, the sharp end will slice the offending appendage.

The Anti-Rape Belt (also couldn’t find a site), made by a group of Swedish teenagers led by Nadja Björk. It requires two hands to undo.

Anti-Rape Underwear/Bra (once again), as made by a group of Indian students. Will deliver an electric shock when met with unwanted advances, as well as sounding an alarm.

Undercover Colours. Made by 4 male undergraduates at North Carolina U, they change colours when in contact with chemicals or drugs that cause unconsciousness. Used in case you’re wary that your drink has been roofied.

These are just tools to help, but in addition to being mindful of your situations and staying safe, they can help when the worst happens.

OneBlood is conducting a worldwide search for extremely rare blood needed by a 2-year-old south Florida child battling cancer.

This very rare blood type occurs only in Indian, Pakistani and Iranian people. Please share if you, or anyone you know, might be able to help.

“I am a creature born of human sins,” the creature told the child. “I hunger for secrets… or the flesh of man. The greater the secret, the longer I’ll be sated,” It continued to explain, circling around the child, eager for its next meal.

“But my patience grows thin child,” it finished, licking its lips in anticipation.

The child needed only a moment to decide what secret to offer, the secret which sratched and clawed and screamed, desperately wanting to escape its unspoken prison, but still knows it can never leave their lips

“I’m trans,” the child said to the creature with cold even stare.

The creature recoiled in shock. For centuries, many had come before the beast, offering their secrets in exchange for their lives. Some of petty squabbles and others others powerful enough to start wars, but never had the beast received a meal such as this. It’s true, the secret filled its gut and sated its hunger, but also left foul taste in its mouth powerful enough to make wish to gag.

Thecreature could only gaze in a shocked stupor at the child who had given it this secret with unflinching stare that which had lost all trace of hope.

There was nothing that could be said that could express the sadness the creature felt for this child. It spoke words the only words that would come to its lips, though they felt woefully inadequate on its tongue, “I am sorry thats a secret you must keep, child,” and returned to its bed. Its hunger satisfied, but its heart heavy

donald trump: ah yes, I will release it on black friday.

al gore:

donald trump laughing: thats not all I did, al my boy.

donald trump: