Between the Shadow and the Soul.

The anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medications I take are literally (and I am using this word correctly) keeping me alive at this point in my life. If Trumpcare goes through, it will mean my death, unless I can find a way to come up with $2250 a month to pay for my medications, because with Trump’s health care plan, even if I were able to get a full-time job with a health insurance package, my employer’s insurance could deny me benefits due to my pre-existing conditions. 

I’ve been around a long time, and I’ve tried pretty much all of the meds (and combos) available for my illnesses, back when I had a job with insurance. Now I pay into the Marketplace and get my insurance there, and I’m finally at a steady place w/r/t my disease. I’m not going to go all caps-lock and bold and whatever, but “death” is the outcome if I lose my ACA coverage.

my favourite thing ever in the history of this universe is the misogyny speech. i love it. i love it so much. 

for those who don’t know what the misogyny speech is: australia’s PM julia gillard was our first female prime minister and was bullied relentlessly throughout her career by sexist politicians saying that as a woman she was unfit to lead. and then. then. one day, julia gillard snapped.

the resulting three-minute speech, known simply as the ‘misogyny speech’ in australia, was possibly the most epic smackdown seen in australian political history, surpassed only by “i wanna do you slowly”. it was incredible. students memorised it and marched through the streets yelling it. a national australian choir arranged it as a five-harmony piece. even hillary clinton went out of her way to meet julia gillard and tell her how fucking awesome the misogyny speech was.

i, personally, have the misogyny speech memorised. because i live in tony abbott’s electorate, and my dream of dreams is to see him at the shops one day and follow him while yelling it.