ugh, sick and so is the kiddo. we’re bumming it up on the couch and watching MH and marvel movies.

also, hey! 40 followers. thanks! I’ll draw something to say thanks soon. :3

norsegays:

astrolope:

People being angry about ~dem gays~ on Target’s Facebook.

I just want to give my two cents on this and tell you a story.

A couple weeks ago, I was hired at Target. I have a job at Target. Not a big deal right?

It is a big deal because i’m a transman. 

It doesn’t take a genius to conclude that it’s hard for me, my brothers, and sisters to get a job. There are legal restraints regarding the job and if you don’t pass, it’s hard to be taken seriously at a job interview.

Right on the application, it asks what your preferred name is. It also asks if there is anything that target should know. I put the fact that I am a transman, expecting not to get a call because usually when you put that down, people will throw out the application. I got TWO interviews.

At the interview, they asked me about it. I told them I am on hormones and they told me that they didn’t care. Not in the sense that they don’t emotionally care, but that it didn’t matter. I was male and that’s all that mattered. They also told me that they give sex same couples benefits in states that do not recognize them as a married couple.

At my job orientation, I was not misgendered once. Even my supervisors who weren’t sure of my gender avoided pronoun use, which I found only happens when you’ve had pronoun training. They gave me a name tag with my preferred name and didn’t ask questions. I felt safe and respected, which is huge for a trans* person.

TLDR: Target is amazing not just for the LGB, but also the T. Shop there for the rest of your life.

Finally i have a reason to shop at Target!

suicideblonde:

Angelina Jolie on why she had a double mastectomy, and how it can save lives

My mother fought cancer for almost a decade and died at 56. She held out long enough to meet the first of her grandchildren and to hold them in her arms. But my other children will never have the chance to know her and experience how loving and gracious she was.

We often speak of “Mommy’s mommy,” and I find myself trying to explain the illness that took her away from us. They have asked if the same could happen to me. I have always told them not to worry, but the truth is I carry a “faulty” gene, BRCA1, which sharply increases my risk of developing breast cancer and ovarian cancer.

My doctors estimated that I had an 87 percent risk of breast cancer and a 50 percent risk of ovarian cancer, although the risk is different in the case of each woman.

Only a fraction of breast cancers result from an inherited gene mutation. Those with a defect in BRCA1 have a 65 percent risk of getting it, on average.

Once I knew that this was my reality, I decided to be proactive and to minimize the risk as much I could. I made a decision to have a preventive double mastectomy. I started with the breasts, as my risk of breast cancer is higher than my risk of ovarian cancer, and the surgery is more complex.

On April 27, I finished the three months of medical procedures that the mastectomies involved. During that time I have been able to keep this private and to carry on with my work.

But I am writing about it now because I hope that other women can benefit from my experience. Cancer is still a word that strikes fear into people’s hearts, producing a deep sense of powerlessness. But today it is possible to find out through a blood test whether you are highly susceptible to breast and ovarian cancer, and then take action.

My own process began on Feb. 2 with a procedure known as a “nipple delay,” which rules out disease in the breast ducts behind the nipple and draws extra blood flow to the area. This causes some pain and a lot of bruising, but it increases the chance of saving the nipple.

Two weeks later I had the major surgery, where the breast tissue is removed and temporary fillers are put in place. The operation can take eight hours. You wake up with drain tubes and expanders in your breasts. It does feel like a scene out of a science-fiction film. But days after surgery you can be back to a normal life.

Nine weeks later, the final surgery is completed with the reconstruction of the breasts with an implant. There have been many advances in this procedure in the last few years, and the results can be beautiful.

I wanted to write this to tell other women that the decision to have a mastectomy was not easy. But it is one I am very happy that I made. My chances of developing breast cancer have dropped from 87 percent to under 5 percent. I can tell my children that they don’t need to fear they will lose me to breast cancer.

It is reassuring that they see nothing that makes them uncomfortable. They can see my small scars and that’s it. Everything else is just Mommy, the same as she always was. And they know that I love them and will do anything to be with them as long as I can. On a personal note, I do not feel any less of a woman. I feel empowered that I made a strong choice that in no way diminishes my femininity.

I am fortunate to have a partner, Brad Pitt, who is so loving and supportive. So to anyone who has a wife or girlfriend going through this, know that you are a very important part of the transition. Brad was at the Pink Lotus Breast Center, where I was treated, for every minute of the surgeries. We managed to find moments to laugh together. We knew this was the right thing to do for our family and that it would bring us closer. And it has.

For any woman reading this, I hope it helps you to know you have options. I want to encourage every woman, especially if you have a family history of breast or ovarian cancer, to seek out the information and medical experts who can help you through this aspect of your life, and to make your own informed choices.

I acknowledge that there are many wonderful holistic doctors working on alternatives to surgery. My own regimen will be posted in due course on the Web site of the Pink Lotus Breast Center. I hope that this will be helpful to other women.

Breast cancer alone kills some 458,000 people each year, according to the World Health Organization, mainly in low- and middle-income countries. It has got to be a priority to ensure that more women can access gene testing and lifesaving preventive treatment, whatever their means and background, wherever they live. The cost of testing for BRCA1 and BRCA2, at more than $3,000 in the United States, remains an obstacle for many women.

I choose not to keep my story private because there are many women who do not know that they might be living under the shadow of cancer. It is my hope that they, too, will be able to get gene tested, and that if they have a high risk they, too, will know that they have strong options.

Life comes with many challenges. The ones that should not scare us are the ones we can take on and take control of.

luniara:

soundoffireinthedawn:

Always reblog the Alfather

Reblog the Master.

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scary-murphy:

rightpropervillain:

lacigreen:

“You Can’t Be a Princess” | Journalists from ABC’s “What Would You Do?” planted hidden cameras in a Halloween store and filmed shoppers’ reactions to a boy who wanted a princess costume and a girl who wanted a Spiderman costume.

we are policed into our respective gender roles at a very, very young age.

If I was shopping with my kid and some asswipe came up to give me “advice” about their costume choice I would tell them, “Why don’t you shut the fuck up and back the fuck away from my kid. They don’t need to hear that bullshit flowing out of your mouth, thanks.” 

Pax would probably just go for a double bird, or a throat punch.

This.

Tanner likes to become “Tannernella” sometimes (god that name), which mostly consists of putting on my sunglasses and carrying my purse while talking in a high pitched voice. Luckily most people think is cute, or are wise enough to keep their thoughts to themselves.

What the eff. My daughter went as Belle one year and a Ninja the next. I could give a flying rat what she wants to be on halloween and if someone approached me with this attitude they’d be damn lucky to walk away with all their teeth. >:|

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bigsaltything:

restlesslyaspiring:

cumberderpy:

askthatsexy2pamerican:

ask-le-sexy-france:

askthatsexy2pamerican:

cyanidewhore:

sociopath-red-pheasant:

rogueabdl:

his-blithe-handmaid:

husbandsir:

Jesus woman! Get around the corner! 

Go on baby girl! Get ‘im!

Id quit playing my game for sure!

You look beautiful, don’t be shy!

Omg, she is so precious.

Aww if a girl did this for me I’d chuck my Xbox out the window~

Go on darling, if it was moi. Id smash mon gaming device and love on you insted!

Reblogging again because this is just lovely and I need someone like this and I’m saving this picture to my computer and just NINLSUSRGLSDBFIWB the woman in this is so beautiful and everything *gross sobbing*

Ladies and gentlemen, the men of Tumblr. 

Guuuurrrrlll, you gonna take his breath away! Go for it sweetheart!

The fact that you’re all cheering on a girl in a drawing makes me giggle, but the wonderful comments being left just warms my heart!

A Random Assortment of Geeky Things: momdusa: kiyoshiko22: momdusa: rifles-and-ribbons: I think I’ve...

momdusa:

kiyoshiko22:

momdusa:

rifles-and-ribbons:

I think I’ve reached that pivotal point in my life where I’m gonna start selling my body for dolls.

Second base for Twyla, and a home run will cost you a Wave 1 Frankie or Clawdeen.

Secondeded.

Petition to open up a…

This is the best job idea i’ve heard of ever. I shall submit my resume post haste!

scary-murphy:

melissafromreno:

klainersworld:

a-hunter-and-his—angel:

velefried:

elensule:

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

buzzfeed:

Reblog with your cat name. Mine’s Emperor Kitty McPaws. Top that.

 Doctor Kissy Bottom

Sir Fishy McPaws

I AM GENERAL BOSSY PANTS

I’m not kidding you 

Emperor  Hairy bottom

Mine is Princess Pouncey Von Scooper!

Professor Fluffy McClump

Doctor Snuggly McPaws

maggiekarp:

does this happen to anyone else cos it hAPPENS TO ME A LOT

Yep. <3

scary-murphy:

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lipscars:

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cornchipz:

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julesmasters:

hirilelfwraith:

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tzikeh:

annlarimer:

Star Spangled Roast Dinner

BLACK COOKIE

Not Wearing Any Chicken Marsala. 

Wow. That’s a terrible name for a band.

Tweed Flapjack.

Oh man, we’re totally a hipster band. We probably play ironic rockabilly.

Grey-green Granola Bar.

Sounds thrilling.

Black Cheerio

i’m

Black Ice
ok

Multicoloured Skulls Pizza

Plaid PJ Porksteak.

navy biscuits

Black with Monsters on it Pizza

Purple Plaid Pancakes?

Blue Noodles

Blue Denim Smoothie

well then…..

Invisible Chocolate

Score.

Blue Fried Rice.

Black Hamburgers

Blue Cherries?

Mickey Mouse Cake. I would get sued immediately.

Black Oatmeal

um

Gray Waffles

Hmmm.

(Source: jacksonoverland)

Pretty much all of this. :|

UK.Gov passes Instagram Act: All your pics belong to everyone now • The Register

nonaptime:

orannisthesquirrelking:

claudetc:

Previously, and in most of the world today, ownership of your creation is automatic, and legally considered to be an individual’s property. That’s enshrined in the Berne Convention and other international treaties, where it’s considered to be a basic human right. What this means in practice is that you can go after somebody who exploits it without your permission - even if pursuing them is cumbersome and expensive.

The UK coalition government’s new law reverses this human right. When last year Instagram attempted to do something similar, it met a furious backlash. But the Enterprise and Regulatory Reform Act has sailed through without most amateurs or semi-professionals even realising the consequences.

Fucking aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Well. Fuck.

Welps… Heads up for anyone who uses instagram.

Well shit.