marcitlali:
gimmegray:
thechroniclesofpoplockp:
melaniesole:
pinkspritee:
jellyroll22:
lemuffinmistress:
ruvy:
I think that people forget that condoms protect you from more than just pregnancy.
And there is no morning after pill for HIV.
ACTUALLY THERE IS.
It’s called post exposure prophylaxis.
http://www.who.int/hiv/topics/prophylaxis/en/
If you’ve had unprotected sex and are afraid of possibly being at risk for HIV, please go to the emergency room and ask about POST EXPOSURE PROPHYLAXIS.
Works for up to 48 - 72 hours after exposure to HIV.
BOOST!
I wouldn’t need this but this is actually really cool and I’d like to share it in case anyone might need it.
If you see this on your dash REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG!!!! You could save a life
SAVE A LIFE 🔃🔃🔃🔃🔃🔃🔃🔃
There’s a FDA approved daily medication called Truvada, or the PrEP treatment, that is 92-99% effective in preventing the contraction of HIV.
http://men.prepfacts.org/the-questions/
Private insurance and Medicaid cover it. You can also get it for free in a lot of high risk cities like Atlanta, NY, and San Fransisco.
PrEP is for prevention of contracting the virus think of taking it as a vitamin so you won’t get sick - it’s a preventative measure and should by no means replace condoms, dental dams, etc
PeP is after you know or think (!) you’ve been exposed to the virus and you would start to take this in a time frame of 3 days (after three days it’s ineffective) and then continue the treatment for the course of a month as a way to stop the virus from making copies of itself. I wouldn’t call it a morning after pill but it’s like your total last resort and not guaranteed to work but still you need to get on it if you have been rawing or even exposed to hiv+ blood as a health worker or from intravenous drug use or if you’ve been sexually assaulted
(Source: ruvyspast-blog, via clockwork-mockingbird)
heyitsemele:
pastelmorgue:
eradicategirlhate:
you ever thought that maybe the reason girls say they’re fine when they’re not, or they’re not mad when they are, is because the second they show any semblance of emotion they’re written off as hysterical bitches that are probably on their period?
THE FUCKING DA VINCI CODE HAS BEEN CRACKED
Reblogging again, because this will never be irrelevant.
(via clockwork-mockingbird)
thorinsmut:
crazy-ideas:
Do an episode of Drunk History, except its the history of Middle Earth. Narrated by Drunk Stephen Colbert
I would pay good money to see this.
(Source: reddit.com, via yea-lets-do-this-shit)
"I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car.
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I’d prove myself a moron, and I’d be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: “Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?”
Indulgently, I lifted my right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, “Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them.” Then he said smugly, “I’ve been trying that on all my customers today.” “Did you catch many?” I asked. “Quite a few,” he said, “but I knew for sure I’d catch you.” “Why is that?” I asked. “Because you’re so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn’t be very smart.”"
— Isaac Asimov (via skinnybaras)
(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)