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This has been achieved under the auspices of a government fed by the myth of the lazy, hyperfertile welfare mother. Say "welfare mother" and most people think of an unemployed Black woman, yet most women on welfare are not Black. A 1990 survey revealed at 78 percent of whites think Blacks prefer welfare to employment. But most Black women are employed full-time and hold at least one job, and women on welfare are likely to be employed part-time at low-wage jobs with few if any benefits.

However, a Black woman is more likely to receive AFDC (Aid to Dependent Children, the form of public assistance given to people with minor children) than is a white woman. Black women constitute 6 percent of the population but represent one-third of those on AFDC. And in some poor urban areas such as Baltimore, which is 86 percent Black, a majority of people on welfare are also Black.

Forced sterilization and welfare have been linked for nearly half a century. Mississippi state legislator David H. Glass instituted a bold experiment when he sought legal means to force sterilization upon welfare mothers in 1958. By 1960, his "act to discourage immorality of unmarried females by providing for sterilization of the unwed mothers" passed in the house by a vote of seventy-two to thirty-seven but died in the Senate as the Black activist Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) protested and distributed a pamphlet entitled "Genocide in Mississippi.""

Chapter 8- Medical Apartheid, Harriet A. Washington

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They started messaging. Cachét complimented his drawing of a human-bug threesome and asked for a print. Three years later, Cachét and David got married. The human-bug threesome drawing hangs on the wall of their home.

I get misgendered in public a lot. Never cruelly. Just a lot. Which makes sense.

I'm 190lbs of muscle with a deep voice. Which I enjoy. Typically I'm wearing leather and jeans. The vast majority of people are going to gender me as male because my gender presentation is inherently masculine, and other parts of me are also masculine.

This is a problem that cis butches face regularly, and that fact helps me cope with constantly being read as male. But it aches the most when I see other lesbians/queer women.

I don't really get to be 'publicly' lesbian. If I see another dyke on the street, I'm just a man. There's no quiet solidarity there. There's no recognition.

Femmes don't preen under my gaze at a bar. Instead, I have to walk up and explain my whole situation and hope that they're cool. Which is rough, because sometimes they're not. Or, worse, they say they are, but they aren't. Which results in a lot of wasted time for everybody.

It takes a supreme amount of self-confidence to walk up to a cute girl and boldly declare yourself also a girl in a voice that immediately gives some kind of lie to what you're saying.

So, baseline, I'm pushing and establishing boundaries. I'm already testing her just by talking to her. Which makes flirting hard, you see? If I feel like I'm already toeing a line, then I'm not going to make a sly comment about her dress. I am, instead, going to be as non-threatening as possible.

This is a great way to make new friends and acquaintances (I have a lot), but a terrible way to get laid.

A lot of people relate to what I've said here, which is great. But a lot of people also don't understand what a butch is. I'm not gonna explain that, but I am gonna explain some more about myself.

I enjoy being masculine.

I enjoy having a deep voice. I enjoy dressing in leather and jeans. I enjoy being muscular. And, while I do feel isolated, that's just a result of my condition. Which I accept.

I'm not repressing myself. I'm not 'boymoding.' And, most importantly,

I do not want to pass.

I do not want to look like a cisgirl. I do not want be mistaken for a cisgirl. I don't want to read as feminine. I'm a trans dyke and I'm quite pleased with that.

I'm glad everyone relates and supports, but I think a lot of you are getting the wrong message.

Sometimes, I try to write this post over again. I want to nail down the feelings of frustration and isolation that I glazed over in the original. I want to take the nebulous blob of emotions that I'm feeling and pin them to a corkboard.

I'm sure you're familiar with the quiet and often accidental ways transwomen get misgendered: assumptions, requests, warnings, expectations. Things that you can't really say something about without sounding insane. Wounds that get triggered by something completely innocuous. And I'm sure you're familiar with the latent paranoia that comes with all this.

I'm sure you're familiar with the sensation of your teeth on your tongue.

I'm sure you're familiar with the smile, the nod, and the gesture of acceptance. I'm sure you're familiar with standing silently in the circle. I'm sure you're familiar with politely excusing yourself and walking away.

I'm sure you're familiar with taking a long drag off something that's going to end your life sooner or later while you stare at Orion in the night's sky.

I know you know. I know, too.

I know you think about why so many of us fetishize weakness.

I know that you're walking through life this way because you don't have a choice. I know that you choose everyday between yourself and the world.

It's the looks and the whispers or it's death, isn't it?

No need to answer. I already know.

OC commission for my friend Kayla of her pathfinder girl!

when you are on a date, and someone has an interest you don't quite get, instead of saying lol lame, try saying hmm i don't quite get that, please explain that to me, and then listen as the other person talks about why that thing is something they are in to.

you might learn something which recontextualizes the matter, and you will definitely learn something more about your date, which is the entire point of dating.

you don't have to be a superfan by the end, but you will have shown you can be chill and take an interest in stuff, which is much more likely to result in a second date instead of being ditched in a coffee line.