Kat's Play

tl;dr: How do queer couples have kids? The same way as straight couples, silly! But this comic series has soooooooo much good information about fertility options! During my fertility journey, we did hormones+timed sex, IUI, and IVF. I was producing good eggs and my uterus was working, but somehow my egg cells weren't getting where they needed to go. My doctor wanted to do a laparoscopic investigation, but my husband's pending layoff meant we had to pull the pin on IVF quickly and hope for the best. Fortunately, IVF took on the first try and my kiddo will be turning 8 in a few weeks. A note on embryonic testing: Most testing only looks at chromosomes because that's all they can currently look at. A missing chromosome is fatal except in one very specific circumstance (Turner's syndrome). An extra chromosome can be fatal (Tay-Sach's disease), but in survivable disorders like Down's or Klinefelter's syndrome, selecting against them poses ethical challenges. If a couple has a more complicated case, more complex (and expensive) genetic tests can be ordered, but this is rare. If you'd like more information, PBS's NOVA series has a great episode about IVF. One of the couples featured are two trans people and they are adorable!

NDAs aren't enforceable when they are written to cover up criminal activity. Weinstein tried that with his victims.

it's harder to sexualize garak's profession if you ever sewed before. garak on his knees. trying to find a comfortable position to cut fabric in on the floor because it's not really a table thing and also you don't have a table big enough and you can't lean on the fabric bc then it shifts god fucking damn it that was not the line you were supposed to cut at. now everything's fucking ruined

This is so painfully accurate.

They're older than Florida. The Floridian peninsula is the solidified runoff of the Appalachians that got caught on some coral. It's why we're like this, I think. You don't stand a chance of being normal when you were created by the shed skin of an elder god draping itself over a hollow skeleton. You're always going to be a little Off.

They used to be as tall as the Himalayas.

Okay but are they older or younger than sharks?

@nyarevar pookie your mountain range is cool

older than blood, bones, sharks, AND the rings of saturn!

when John Denver sings "life is old here, older than the trees, younger than the mountains" he is in fact not messing around

I've driven through the Appalachian mountains once. (Missed my turn in GA and didn't realize it until we were almost at the TN border. By that point, it was easier to keep going until I hit I-40 and take that home.) Beautiful drive. But the fog that kept showing up on my windows told me that I better not stop. Didn't want to get et. O_o

I’ll never not be amused by the fact that I can drop the words “crucifix nail nipples” into a conversation and some of you who have been with me since the livejournal days will join me in the flashbacks, screaming and crying all the way.

I require context. Because this is a very interesting start of a story, and now I need the rest of it. Could I get a link, or a summary, or something? Pretty please?

I hope the author finds this post one day, has a great sense of humor about it, and submits the manuscript (which she wrote as a teenager) for all our lulz.

Thank you for this. My husband has been sick all week and I really needed the giggles.

some of yall online seem to think people who are pro sex work support it because we think sex work is Empowerment and Feminist Praxis or something. bitch nobody thinks sex work is empowering it's a goddamn job I just want the people doing it to be safe

Excuse my fucking French, but what the actual fucking fuck. Hi. My name is Kat and I almost DIED from bacterial meningitis. I spent my first birthday in the hospital. My fever climbed so high that the doctors were watching for my organs to shut down. I had to re-learn how to walk and do physical therapy to make sure I didn't have brain damage. I have a life-long anxiety about hospitals and doctors as a result. My mom took me to the hospital one afternoon for high fever and my being unresponsive. She wanted to take me home after the diagnosis. The nurse told her I would not survive the night if she did. Yes, you go that fucking quick.

it is hilarious to me that cishet men have yet to notice the ‘best friend cockblocking her friend you’re chatting up in a public place’ thing is planned, consensual on the part of the girl you’re uncomfortably hitting on and not a result of the bestie being jealous her friend is getting more male attention. they’re completely oblivious to the hostage eyes and silent nod to someone in the background because they’re too busy telling that poor girl about what a bitch their ex was.

My group even has a code word to signal that it's time to intervene. I am popular with con creepers for some reason, even though it's public knowledge I'm married. I would text a friend "[codeword] at Events 4" and they'd come running. The best friend is cockblocking the Lonely Man because the latter won't take a hint. Luckily having a kid has proven to be a boner killer, so the creepers aren't as obnoxious anymore.

getting lost in boston is fun because I turned around on a street corner three times and some guy yelled "hey stupid! the bus is that way!" very helpful interaction and accurate insult, 10/10 no notes

one time I walked around a building a couple times looking for a bathroom and this guy went "this bitch thinks she's on a merrygoround, where the fuck are you tryna go? bathroom? one floor down to the right behind the door that says bathroom."

My very first time in Boston. I was absolutely miserable, trying to drag my giant suitcase up a lengthy set of stairs in the pouring rain. This guy who had already reached the top looked back at me with the most pure expression of disgust I’ve ever seen in anyone’s eyes, marched back down the stairs, grabbed my suitcase, carried it to the top, left it there for me, and walked away without ever saying a word. I think about him often.

Can confirm. My husband is from Gloucester (pronounced "glosta" and God help you if you pronounce it any other way), which is 40 minutes north of Boston. Hearing my in-laws talk to each other, you'd think they needed family therapy. But about an hour later, they're working together to install an AC unit. And don't you dare come for one of them, because they're all coming for you. The only annoying thing about visiting is that it's PAINFULLY obvious I'm from the South when I open my mouth. My accent isn't as thick as it used to be, but I still get questions about where I'm from.

I want one!

"I don't get you Goragog." "Listen, it's nice. Just nice! Can't things be nice? Is it a sin for things to be nice?" "No and that's part of the problem..." "You're just jealous Samantha created a "bffs forever" blingee with me. When was the last time one of your warlocks did something like that for you?" "*on the verge of tears* it's been DECADES!"

See, this is how Puella Magi Madoka Magica starts. But then when you realize the real "price" of becoming a magical girl... The entire plot is: First episode: "Oh no! The cute kitty alien is hurt!" Last episode: "MOTHERFUCKER SHOULD HAVE STAYED HURT!" TBF, Kyubey REALLY doesn't know how to deal with Madoka and her endless self-sacrifice.

I had a best friend in middle- and high-school and everyone was SURE we were in lesbians with each other. We noticed boys, but had little interest in dating. We were both lonely, traumatized, awkward kids that kinda... threw in with each other. It genuinely confused me that people would think we were gay lovers simply because we were close friends. I did come out as bi in college, but it had nothing to do with her. Maybe this is why I gravitated toward East Asian culture as a teenager. Sailor Moon came out in the US when I was in high school and seeing the girls have affectionate platonic relationships was a game-changer for me. Like I wasn't the weird one for being physically affectionate with my friends without expecting a romantic something out of it. Also, watching some of my classmates obsess over the "are they..." question was kinda creepy.

I had classmates in my Honors and AP English classes tried to rely on Cliff's Notes. (My generation's SparkNotes.) They read those booklets instead of the actual book. So my teachers would base their test questions on stuff NOT covered in Cliff's Notes. A few of them were even open book tests. The questions were easy to answer if you READ THE DAMN BOOK.

I see this as a commissioned cosplay artist as well. "Why are you charging $100 just to make a shirt? I can do it myself for way cheaper!" At the same time: "If I had your talent, I'd go into business for myself." Okay, so which is it? My work isn't worth paying for or I should go into business for myself? Because I tried the latter and few people wanted to pay $20/hr for my work, even though I have over 35 years experience and multiple craftsmanship awards. I decided that everything doesn't need to be monetized and throwing money down a black hole to get maybe one commission a year wasn't worth the frustration.

It used to be typed out on mimeograph before there were copy machines!

What What What What What. MIMEGRAPH?? BEFORE COPY MACHINES?? I thought that it was released at least after flip phones!!!!? With the communicators and all...? Wait did they predict flip phones or am I missing something

Star Trek pre-dates flip phones by three decades! Trek didn’t just predict flip phones, it inspired them!

And! Star Trek inspired the modern sci-fi convention. Women loved Star Trek so much that they started renting out spaces in meeting halls and hotels just to get together and nerd out on Star Trek. Until then, most nerdy (usually comic- or trading card-centric) conventions were basically glorified trade shows.

ykno what do people usually mean when they say "childhood home" like is it the first place you lived? the longest? theres no way the majority of people lived in one place their WHOLE childhood so like where do you draw the line.....

I moved about 10 times during my childhood. So I don't have a "childhood home". The closest I moved into at 14 and my mom was forced to sell it after my parents split. I have a "home state", but not a "home town".