Censorship of sexuality, especially while simultaneously violence, particularly sexual violence, is left uncensored, and the harmful implication this juxtaposition has on our collective sexual wellness, is something I’ve written a lot about, like here and here. Hell, I’ve even written a book about it.
So when I found out there is a new “kid safe” search engine called Kiddle designed to block adult search returns for children, I feared it had sex-is-bad-and-violence-is-normal disaster written all over it. When I learned the results are handpicked by humans and not a computer broadly banning based on keywords, I was extra curious to see if I was still right. I was.
I typed in a bunch of different searches that a child might reasonably want or *need* to anonymously ask the Internet. Well, I’ll let you see the results for yourself:
My girlfriend hits me” is also a bad word.
Inquiries about vaginal discharge are, you guessed it, also bad words.
Related bad words: menstrual care, menstrual pads, menstruation, and uterus.
When avoiding a gay dating website in the search results is considered a higher priority of “safety” for children than their homelessness, and you recommend confronting their abusive parents, we have a tish bit of a problem.
If I was 12, typed this into a search engine, and instead of results got a “bad word” finger wagging, I would take the answer to the “is it ok to be bisexual” question as a big fat NO it’s not OK :(
But the human censors apparently allows kids to search for this one under their “kid safe” censorship policies.
So questions about puberty, health, identity, and seeking help for sexual abuse is not “safe”, but kids buying guns is. I feel like a broken record, so I’m going to let you all unpack it this time. Discuss:
Sirius was not handed his life on a silver platter.
Sirius chose to step out of his comfort zone and befriend James instead of the people his parents wanted him to befriend.
Given that Sirius had spent a lifetime being brainwashed, I would not be surprised if he still held some prejudices when he started his first year. But he chose to keep his mouth shut and get to know people like Remus and Lily. He chose to remain friends with Remus even after finding out he was a werewolf.
He chose to be ostracized by his family and other purebloods in Slytherin. He chose to argue with his parents until the split was irreparable. He chose to run away and risk being disinherited. He chose to join the Order and risk his life, even though he knew that some of his family members and childhood playmates would be standing on the other side. Sirius chose to put his life at risk for his friends. He chose to continue fighting after his father, brother, and many of his fellow Order members died. He chose to risk his life for his friends. He chose to risk his life to protect Harry.
okay but imagine a sixth year lily evans doing research for her muggle studies class (”i want to know what hogwarts is teaching about my people” is what she tells the confused) and she comes across the name henry potter, who championed muggle rights during a muggle world war and she pauses at the name and knows that it can only mean one thing, but she asks him anyway
and james is just like “yeah he’s my grandfather. rad, isn’t it? i want to be just like him” and he smiles and asks what else she found about about henry and the whole time lily is like “shit shit shitSHIT hes perfect”
Just a few of the stories my great aunt told me about women in the 60s:
1) A woman she worked with at the hospital who had a baby with one of the ambulance drivers. When work found out they fired her (he kept his job). She tried to self-abort with a knitting needle.
2) The sister of one of her neighbours who wasn’t able to rent a room because she was a ‘fallen woman’.
3) A girl who got sent to a convent house and scrubbed floors until the day she gave birth. Her baby was given up for adoption without her consent.
4) Girls who had babies with priests.
5) Women who were on their fifth, sixth, seventh child, who had been pregnant for the best part of a decade, begging for sterilisation because their husbands wouldn’t wear a condom.
Banning abortion has never ever stopped it from happening. It’s just meant more stigma, more prejudice, more risks and more deaths.
In 1962, my mother was going thru a divorce, got pregnant and knew this fact would be used to deny her divorce (they used to do that, in case you didn’t know).
My mother was given a “shot”; she lived 3 blocks from the doctor. He never told her what it was, likely an “overdose” of progesterone, which is how they used to “induce menstruation” in a hurry (i.e. abortion off the books). She was about 7-8 weeks by her estimation. He said, GO STRAIGHT HOME, go to bed and stay there. She walked fast, but nearly collapsed at the curb and my grandmother went out to guide her into the house. She went to bed, stayed there and bled steadily and heavily for 3-4 days. She said it was like being very very sick, headaches, nausea, vomiting… and then, gone.
She never let me forget this and took me to my first NARAL meeting when I was 15 yrs old. And here I am today, in my 50s–and I still remember my grandmother’s scary account; my mother swaying, literally, at the curb, and nearly falling, under the strength of that one shot.
How did she get the doctor to do it? She told him, “If you don’t, I will do it myself”–and if you knew my mother, you knew she meant it. She would have. After all, lots of women she knew had.
This is what they want to take us all back to, the fucking middle ages. Please remember.
I really don’t think we will go back the middle ages just because abortion is illegalized. Society is different now and abortion is not some HUGE factor in this. Those were the 1960s and it is no longer the 1960s.
The reason this isn’t the 1960s is because women can access contraception and abortion - thus enabling them to have careers, to have bodily autonomy, to actually have sex without bearing the entire burden of social stigma and physical danger, to equalise sexual autonomy.
Without abortion we very well will go back to the 60s. And it wasn’t the bohemian dream everyone acts like it was, as shown by the original point.
So if “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” is be believed, you can fiddle duel the devil for your soul. My question is, does it only work with fiddles, or any contest? Saxophone duel? Guitar shred-off? Can you challenge the devil to a rap battle when he comes for you?
Even though I play piano I want to see someone fight for their soul with the tuba.
The Devil went back to Georgia and his thoughts were dark and cold That Johnny kid had screwed him and he still needed a soul. When he came across this young man blowin’ on a tuba and playin’ hits And the devil took one look and said “You know what? Fuck this shit.”
concept: Donald Trump is sacrificed to the gods. in return, they save the bees, the refugees, and trans kids from any and all harm. gun violence no longer exists. Democrats control congress again. all the shelter animals get a permanent home. the minimum wage is a living wage. my girlfriend and i rescue a cat for christmas. Bernie Sanders is president.
You had me at “Donald Trump is sacrificed to the gods.”
you had me at ‘donald trump is sacrificed’ i don’t care to who or what or why
calling a man a “pig” is literally dehumanising how do some people not think there’s anything wrong with that how
Because chicks, fillies, birds and bitches never get dehumanised. Those vixens always get away with this kind of shit. Especially the heifers, they’re the worst. What cows.
Moreover, men get called pigs for disgusting behavior, whereas women are called chicks, birds, and vixens simply for being women.
I know there are a lot of differing opinions about Harry becoming an Auror after the war, but personally, I understand and accept it. If there’s anything that is characteristic of Harry Potter, it’s the inability to remain uninvolved. From the first book when he refuses to let Malfoy taunt Neville, to the last when he curses Carrow for spitting in McGonagall’s face. These moments aren’t about duty or obligation. Harry sees an injustice, and feels the need to correct it. This point is made quite clearly in the fifth book, when Hermione points out Harry’s ‘saving-people-thing.’ Even in situations where the danger is contained, like the second task of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry feels the need to give his all to keep everyone safe. He doesn’t just protect the world because he’s The Chosen One, the symbolic hero of the world. He does it because he’s Harry Potter, and that’s who he was far before he ever really met Voldemort.
Y’all should have known Harry was going to be an Auror the moment he decided he’d rather find out what crime Malfoy was committing in the room of requirement than play Quidditch. That was the day the line was drawn in the sand.
I appreciate that Americans who are anti-Trump threaten to leave the country and set their eyes north to Canada, like the world is their oyster and they can move wherever they want. But when another group of people are actually escaping real turmoil and want to move to the U.S. then it becomes a sensitive issue. Such entitlement even in jest.
this cuts deep
I am willing to bet the overlap between those wanting to leave the US if Trump becomes president and those who want to keep refuges out of the US is rather small.
^^^^ uh yes, that^^^^ like idk if you realize this but the people not letting other people into our country ARE the Trump supporters and the people who are desperately afraid and/or wanting to leave are the anti-trump people, often Democrats who WANT to take in refugees and immigrants in need. Also, people escaping “real turmoil” sure is a bit of a backhand to the immigrants and immigrants-children in this country facing the very REAL threat of an insane hitler-esque racist running this country who is already threatening to have us all deported immediately.
<p>tl;dr: wow stay in your lane there buddy
PLEASE IMAGINE THE FIRST TIME AN ALIEN HAS ONE OF THEIR HUMAN FRIENDS DIE
‘so hey, that was a great funeral, cool outfits, always glad to learn more about your culture and stuff. So, when is she coming back?’
‘She- she’s not coming back’
‘Yeah, not as Megan, but when is her replacement coming back?’
‘We’re- not hiring anyone new for a couple weeks???’
‘no no no, you’re not getting what I’m saying- I want to ask her about that book she lent me- can I keep it for another week or two, or does her new version want it back?’
The humans stare at the alien and just. slowly start to figure out what the alien is saying. The alien shuffles nervously, their six spindly legs making a skritching noise that echoes in the cold chapel. Finally, the kindest of the humans takes the alien aside and-
‘hey. so. Us humans don’t come back when we die. Not like you do.’
‘what? No, but you clearly talk about reincarnation, and-’
‘Those are just stories, Six. When humans die, we’re gone. We don’t come back.’
The alien laughs ‘No, see, cuz that would mean that- that would mean. That Megan- Megan is-’ The alien cuts off the hissing noise that is their equivalent of a sob. ‘I have to go.’
The alien spends a week in their spaceship, the only place they can send communication to their Mother. When they come back, their carapace is a glistening new shade of red, and they’ve ended up as a different gender. When the lab adviser asks them how they are feeling about Megan-
‘Megan? Oh, yes, my previous version was very fond of Megan.’ The alien cocks their head, like a particularly thoughtful bird. ‘I suppose that I regret her loss. She was a valuable member of the team.’
The lab adviser lets this be- they are aliens after all. But later, when lab hours are done, the adviser notices Six double and triple-checking all the lab equipment, especially- well. The accident that took Megan will never happen again.
The book is never returned.
Now imagine the flip side: Sevan finds out his human friend is due to have a baby in six months. Six months! He asks, and finds that no, there’s no way to delay a human birth. In six months, a new version of his friend will emerge. Will they still like space operas? What about visiting that smoothie place in quadrant 6? Will they even still want to be friends?
His friend asks him to be visit the baby, after it’s born. Of course, of course he will. It’s the least he can do. There’s always that vulnerable phase after birth when you haven’t got the hang of the new motor controls, and everyone needs a helping palp for the first few months.
The night he hears that the new baby has been born, he wails quietly and recites the qualities of his friend that he will miss the most.
Three days later, he gathers his resolve and knocks on the hatch of his friend’s place. Strangely, the access panel hasn’t been lowered - rude. He’ll make sure that’s one of the first things changed. His friends partner opens the door and lets him in and there - there is his friend,looking tired but well, a miniature copy of herself held in her arms. Imagine his joy when he finds out that not only will he get to spend longer with his current friend, but there will be another friend to get to know!
ok so this is something everyone on tumblr should know
imagine dragons was hired to write demo tracks for spiderman turn off the dark (aka the spiderman musical on broadway) in order to get people to invest in it and have enough money to hire someone more famous to write the musical
then the people who hired them thought, “hey, these are actually good songs we should make a cd of them and sell it”
so imagine dragons changed the words a little so they weren’t about spiderman and became famous
radioactive was originally about THE RADIOACTIVE SPIDER THAT BIT SPIDERMAN
are u fucking serious thats the best thing ive heard all day
pls reblog this with something that i probably dont know
today i found out that tarot never started out as that spiritual boohookey, but as a card game
today i found out that papayas are from south america originally, but spread to the americas and the carribean in the late 16th century
grizzly bears and polar bears are still technically the same species, considering they can create virile offspring; it’s interesting to see their genome slowly grow farther and farther apart
Amnesty International praised the writers of Star Trek: The Next Generation for a series of episodes they wrote where Picard is captured and tortured by Cardassians.
What we recognize as the modern Italian language is based almost entirely on Dante’s Italian (they opted to unify all the dialects and for some reason Dante was their model).
if i ever misgender you or use slang (bro, man, gurl, dude) that makes you feel even slightly uncomfortable please tell me because your gender identity and comfort is more important than any word i may use to refer to you
no offence but when girls stop you mid sentence like “okay sorry but… (insert compliment that makes you feel great all day) …anyway, continue!” > every single song a man has ever written about a woman
They’re not going to rat you out. They’re going to adjust your anesthesia dosage so you don’t WAKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF SURGERY.
Some anesthesiologists will refuse to put you under if you’ve smoked cannabis within the past 24 hours – and let’s be clear, this is NOT because they’re morally against it – it’s because THC and anesthetic react in unpredictable ways and waking up in the middle of surgery is slightly less of a concern than SLIPPING INTO A COMA OR DYING.
So there’s that.
Yes, this too. Should have included this. It just wasn’t on my mind when I made the original post because my mind was full of NOPE NOPE NOPE after, you guessed it, one of my patients woke up in the middle of her surgery because she didn’t tell her anesthesia team she used marijuana.
WTF
Are you sure they won’t snitch though?
@pinkrosehippy Doctor Patient Confidentiality. If your doctor releases your medical information it’s against the law. You have to give your consent.
In fact, you should tell your doctor of ANY drugs that you may be on before any major surgery. If something were to happen while you are under they will be able to treat it more quickly - or better yet they will put some precautions in place to prevent anything serious from occuring.
replace “leo doesn’t have an oscar” memes with “will smith doesn’t have an oscar” memes so we can help this man can be acknowledged for the years of service he put into his career
Soulmate au where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever the hell you want, it will show up on your soul mates skin as well.
Imagine having a super artistic soulmate who draws flowers and designs and really beautiful patterns all over their arms and person 2 just sits there and watches the little lines appear on their arms and they can’t stop smiling and it’s their favorite part of the day
Imagine person 1 being super forgetful so they scribble down all the places their appointments are and person 2 tries to decipher them and figure out where they’re at and they meet and they see their writing on their hand from across the waiting room/ coffee shop/ etc. and they scramble to find a pen and write ‘found you’ on the back of their hand and person 1 sees it and they lock eyes and
Wow I like this au
WELL FUCK ME SIDEWAYS, THIS MAY NEED TO BE A THING I VISIT.
i hate this fucking myth that going through a trauma makes you a better human being???? like i told a friend about how i was abused as kid and she was like ‘well yeah but didnt that make you be a kinder person?’ like no???? it fucked me up thats what it did??? stop fucking romanticizing this shit or im coming for your ass?????
why does no one talk about how friends can break your heart so devastatingly intimately sometimes a million times worse than romantic partners why does no one talk about friend break ups
Especially because friend break ups don’t always come with the courtesy of an actual break up. Friends can just stop talking to you and we let it happen. They don’t sit you down and say “hey it’s not you it’s me” or “I just don’t see us working out” They say “sorry my mom said no” or “I’m busy that day” until you eventually stop asking or you drift apart. They aren’t obligated to give an explanation and sometimes that hurts more. Friend break ups don’t usually offer closure.
I have a lot of 13 and 14 year olds following me so here is a message for them
don’t do drugs even though tumblr makes it look cool
mental illness is romanticized on here but please get help if you think you have one
even if it looks like everyone knows what their label is it is ok not to know
please focus on school but not so hard you have a mental break down every night
Smoking is not cool
cutting is not cool get help
eating disorders can kill you get help
if you think about dying or killing yourself that is not normal and get help
if your friends treat you like shit find new ones
I dont want no minors following me but yall gonna do what yall wanna do so have this list bc i still care.
Sometimes I forget that there are children following me all like…
Don’t be like me kiddos I am a bad influence
Stealing is not cool either btw. I know that some kids and blog mods might think it’s no big deal but it isn’t fun, it’s not worth it, and if you get caught, and you eventually Will get caught, it will suck. Do not steal.
be nice to people they might be having a rough time and even if they aren’t it’s just better all around
don’t forget to take time to get to know yourself
it’s okay to change your mind about things as new information presents itself or just as you grow
sometimes it seems like your authority figures are out to kill your fun but they really are just looking out for you
but sometimes they’re not and if they aren’t, get help. There’s someone you can turn to, even if it takes awhile to find them, they’re there and they care about you
you’re a cool l’il bean and you’re going through a lot right now and it’s scary and hard and it feels like no one else in the world gets you but I promise there are people who do get you anyway just hang in there okay
So I don’t make a ton of personal posts. But. I don’t really know what to do.
Here’s the deal, kiddies. I have issues (anger issues, ADHD that’s been undiagnosed and sometimes penalized for…eh, going on 19 years–that public school system, though–some sensory issues, some other stuff). And some of them have been causing me trouble lately, specifically the ones pertaining to my extended family (more fun than a goddamn barrel of monkeys) and my delightful history with folks of the male gender (sometime I should tell the story about when I punched a boy in the fourth grade and got put in detention for it) and another incident that happened when I was eight that I’m not going to go into because I don’t want to upset anyone (if you want to know, you can ask, but…like…love thyself, it’s not a nice story). It’s particularly that last one that’s causing me trouble, though.
I’ve always been what my parents and I politely call ‘wary’ and less politely call ‘fucking wired,’ and I’ve always had more nightmares than peaceful dreams, and when I’m having a bad week I’ve been known to kind of freak out when someone opens a door and takes me by surprise. And from time to time I get flashbacks–not the full technicolor things you see on TV, just physical sensations and the occasional visual image, but trust me, I’ve tried really hard to come up with another phrase and there just isn’t one–and I get those anywhere from once every couple months to…more, depending on if I’m around the appropriate triggers (dentist’s equipment and anything else medical that comes toward my face, sometimes a handful of other things like being restrained or held down with a weight on my chest). And, you know, I’m a medical person, and furthermore I had the revelatory experience a few years back that I think a lot of people do after they leave an abusive situation (see previous re: my extended family) where I was like ‘oh, right, most people don’t have stories about the time they had to be rescued from their grandparent by their mother because that’s not normal’, so I’ve spent the last five years or so collating a mental list of the things that make people look concerned when I mention them. And it’s come to my attention that the flashbacks and the extreme startle reflex and the nightmares/distressed sleep-talking and the not-ever-sitting-with-my-back-to-the-door-and-always-knowing-my-exits-cold (fun fact: it’s called hypervigilance) are…not normal. (You’ve got to understand that they’re normal for me, though, okay, it took me almost 20 years because I’ve been like this almost my whole life, so cut me some slack for being dense.) And so I did some research and then I took an abnormal psychology class (as you do, because no one can ever say I’m not really really thorough) and…yeah, I have managed to drag myself, 11 years late, to the fucking blindingly obvious conclusion that I have some PTSD issues in addition to those listed above, pertaining to both the incident when I was eight and the other stuff with my extended family/men. Like, I am a fucking sparkling diagnostic example of post-traumatic stress disorder.
And I just. Feel so fucking broken about it. And before you jump down my throat, look, I have given the lecture about PTSD not being a sign of weakness, etc, etc, to several people, with extreme conviction and emphasis and I’ve been convincing as shit, okay, I convinced my dad to attend therapy and I talk to my mom about our mutual issues (her family is worse than Dad’s and fucked us up in some of the same ways, or at least relatable ways) and I get it, okay?
But.
I feel like the second I decide to live with that, all the really goddamn hard work I did over the last however-long to build the person I wanted to be after my extended family wrecked me will just fucking evaporate. Because they will have been right all along about how fucking weak and fragile I am, how I obsess over the little stuff and take things too much to heart, how I can’t just get over it. And I worked so fucking hard to be strong and to be able to protect people and take care of them and to not be this scared eight-year-old anymore, and…Christ. Am I making any sense here? I doubt it. I mean, good God, if you’re still reading I goddamn salute you. I wouldn’t be listening to me bitch about my relatively minor issues anymore.
Just. How do I even start to deal with that part of myself?
The thing that most freaks me out on American politics is that thing I’ve seen a few times where they’re like “this is [name] and she works 80 hour weeks to support her family” as if that’s supposed to be inspiring and not utterly terrifying.
The best story from this time period, however, is this. While stationed on a base in Thessalonica, some French officer got word that she was fucking brutal with hand grenades. He laughed at the idea that a woman could be that badass, so he took a bottle out of a case of ultra-expensive 1880 Cognac, set it on a post 40 meters (131 feet) away, and dared her the rest of the case that she couldn’t hit it.
She drilled it on her first try. That night her unit blew through 19 bottles of the finest Cognac on Earth.
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- Badass of the Week article on Milunka Savic, most decorated woman war hero of all time.
I think today is just gonna be reblog all the Warrior Ladies day.
just a friendly reminder that undocumented immigrants are allowed to donate organs but arent allowed to recieve transplants
they don’t pay taxes??? they’re not citizens??? why is this a negative post??? pay taxes and be a productive member of society and then you will have the operations and health benefits every other tax payer/citizen has???? like what???? I hate this website!!!!!
And even if they didn’t do all those things for American society, they have a right to life like every other citizen, it’s a truly revolting society that happily takes organ donations from a group of people it will not gilife-saving donated organs to based on some arbitrary system of human worth and “productivity”. People shouldn’t have to literally die because they are not “useful” to society, if we actually did follow that logic in society we’d be killing most of our rich for just coasting through life but you all know why we’re not targeting them.
Seriously. Even ignoring how inaccurate the idea that undocumented works “aren’t productive” and “don’t contribute” to society is.
How fucked up is it that there are people who think you need to “contribute enough to society” to be worthy of life saving medical procedures?
“Bring consent out of the bedroom. I think part of the reason we have trouble drawing the line “it’s not okay to force someone into sexual activity” is that in many ways, forcing people to do things is part of our culture in general. Cut that shit out of your life. If someone doesn’t want to go to a party, try a new food, get up and dance, make small talk at the lunchtable—that’s their right. Stop the “aww c’mon” and “just this once” and the games where you playfully force someone to play along. Accept that no means no—all the time.”—
People are always so damned shocked that I say no and don’t change my mind when they plead and coax, even when it’s something small like ‘hey grab some ice cream with us’ or ‘did you see that new embarrassing cringe viral video?’
Consent in everything that we do, in everywhere that we are, is so important.
Persuasion quickly turns to talking over/ignoring/silencing. It’s all potential bullying.
I said no at work the other day, and a VP (a fellow white woman, but older, so there was a power dynamic imbalance) ignored me. I said no again, and they kept talking over me. I kept saying no, and finally walked out of the room where I had hidden myself to work on a project (where the VP then barged in to demand my attention) and returned down the hall to my boss’ (another VP) office.
The VP actually chased (chased) me to yell at me to tell me that I didn’t have a right to say no– after not letting me talk to say that in fact, I had a project for 1) the CEO and 2) OSHA (you know, the agency with the authority to fine workplaces hundreds of thousands of dollars?) that I had to finish instead. But they wouldn’t give me space to talk and say WHY I was saying no until they were faced with my boss, at which point I said 1) no, I have conflicting projects and 2) no, and how dare you not listen the first time and 3) no, how dare you chase and raise your voice at me and then, 4) I left the room and my boss took it from there with more raised voices and some actual cussing.
I am lucky I could do this because I am 1) a bitch 2) have done stuff like this before and 3) have a boss who will back me up on stuff like this, but it happens all of the time. Consent isn’t just about sex. It’s about your time and your boundaries everywhere.
