when the know-it-all in the class argues with the professor
pass poppykorn
I don’t even know what to tell you all. Blac Bloc and then getting the fuck out of the windy city. Making it to Chesterton and spending our first “real” night out in a ditch hiding from bumblebee rangers in a state park. Met some good people and decent dumpsters in that town. Hightailed it out of there once we were informed its #1 in Amurrica for heroin, 3rd for ODs. Sad place, and it doesn’t seem that way. I’ve never been so brown. I watched Muslim men pray at a truck stop and the eyes beneath the scarf that stared at me from the back seat tore holes in the plastic wrapping around my soul. Down in Indy now, talking heavy metal and oop oops with Naia. She showed me the path to my inner truth, and somehow I already knew what she meant. Writing letters home today, to the Atwater squatter-wish-they-could-bes and my lover down the lane, Glorious Greg whom I miss so much. And I don’t miss home, it’s right here with me.
Why do so many boys grow out their armpit hair?
What are they trying to prove?
[content warning: birth rape] As soon as I reached the OR, the staff began prepping me for surgery. I stated that I did NOT want a c-section. I demanded to see my husband and stated that IF I was to receive a c-section my DH & I would make that decision together. I was told that my husband was on his way. I was also told that my baby needed more oxygen & I was told to breathe deeply in a new mask because it had a better seal on my face (the oxygen I was breathing before was through a smaller mask). The new mask wasn’t oxygen, I was gassed against my will. I am unaware of what was done to me from the time I was gassed up until I awoke in recovery. I am assuming that I only had a c-section. Any further details have not been shared with me.
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Mother forced to undergo surgery during birth without complications against her consent. (via jonathan-cunningham)
This is what legislation like The Personhood Law does.
