NaNoWriMo 2017 | Character creator extraordinaire | Writing multiple books | "Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree it will spend its whole life believing it is stupid"-Albert Einstein | Pansexual | Bigender | Poetry trash |
please note that I did not use gender in this at all. While most rape is committed by men to women, men still get assaulted and women still assault. I for one refuse to stand by and let it continue. A friend of mine was assaulted by a group of people for being different. He never mentioned it to anyone, never went to the hospital, and didn’t care to remember what they looked like.
if something like this happens to you, check out this website
While it is for Ireland, the advice is universal. Also whatever you do, don’t hold it in, tell somebody. Bottling feelings up is a recipe for disaster, especially if it is because of trauma.
This is also in honour of all the rape victims speaking up. Thank you for being brave.
Pierre: Bonjour, we apologize for our rowdy counterparts. They can be a little too rough with beauties such as yourself.
Jean: Pierre that is the least sincere thing I have heard or seen you do all day, and you apologized to the man you punched for hitting on a married woman.
Pierre: Jean, that was the most sincere thing I have done all day. How dare you think otherwise. I may have done it with two other girls, but that was me being a good person, and being a good wingman. Which is not something you can say for yourself. Anyways, that man knew she was married, so he had it coming.
Renée Boucher: A life to behold (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/0lgc8gI3fI At the age of 17, Renée and her 19-year-old sister Marie travel across the ocean to land in Nouvelle France as Filles du Roi. From a poor family with 14 mouths to feed and not enough money to do so, the girls travel across for a brighter future awaits them across the ocean. WARNING: mentions of people dying, and feelings, lots and lots of feelings I kinda suck at summaries but please read, and don't be afraid to point out mistakes that you catch, also constructive criticism is welcomed. Dragging me is not, please don't, I can't handle feelings well so spare me, please. Highest ranking: 509 (so far!!!)
Put your car keys beside your bed at night.
Tell your spouse, your children, your neighbors, your parents, your Dr’s office, the check-out girl at the market, everyone you run across. Put your car keys beside your bed at night.
If you hear a noise outside your home or someone trying to get in your house, just press the panic button for your car. The alarm will be set off, and the horn will continue to sound until either you turn it off or the car battery dies.
This tip came from a neighborhood watch coordinator. Next time you come home for the night and you start to put your keys away, think of this: It’s a security alarm system that you probably already have and requires no installation. Test it. It will go off from most everywhere inside your house and will keep honking until your battery runs down or until you reset it with the button on the key fob chain. It works if you park in your driveway or garage.
If your car alarm goes off when someone is trying to break into your house, odds are the burglar/rapist won’t stick around. After a few seconds, all the neighbors will be looking out their windows to see who is out there and sure enough the criminal won’t want that. And remember to carry your keys while walking to your car in a parking lot. The alarm can work the same way there. This is something that should really be shared with everyone. Maybe it could save a life or a sexual abuse crime.
fun thing about king James, this guy was fairly public about his bf (more public than what was acceptable). He threw lots of extravagant parties with his man on his arm. It pissed off the church obviously so to get them off his back, he’s the one that ordered the third translation of the Bible from Hebrew to English (the King James Version aka the Authorized Version) so the Bible every hot blooded all American Christian reads today was literally just written so a very gay king could fuck his boyfriend in peace.
“guys, guys. I know this looks kinda gay, and i promise i have a good explanation for all this, but have you considered… that jesus… is also gay? checkmate, heteros.”
cA.N./ I was asked if I was taking requests by a Tumblr user by the name of @waldorkler to write using their OC @lilly-cobb It was fandomless, and I decided that if I was going to write her, she was going to have a fandom of her own. So welcome to the first instalment of this story. Hold onto your pants and any other articles of clothing you care about and be prepared to have feelings you didn't even know you had toyed with.
“They shouldn't be here. Didn't they see the sign?” they I thought to myself as I made my way -greeting my family as I walked by- into the foyer of my home. A home that was much too big for any one person to live alone in.
As I got closer to the door she heard a conversation between what sounded like three people, perhaps a conversation was too loose of a word. The people outside were arguing. Loudly. Quite frankly it as getting on my nerves. Like my brother used to.
“Jaqulyn you said that you would open the door, you lead us here, and it's as creepy as you said it was, why did you make us come here? There was a graveyard on the front lawn. A Graveyard. How are you not afraid? Also, on the topic of you, you also said it was abandoned, so why did you keep knocking?” one of the voices exclaimed. There was fear in his voice though, what was there to be afraid of, other than the fact that I was beginning to become annoyed. In an effort to calm down, I took a drag from my cigar holder. When I blew back out, it became a bat.
“Peter do try to stop being such a baby, honestly, and I was knocking because I thought I saw something. But I may have just been seeing things.” A girl who I presumed to be Jacqulyn spoke, she sounded as annoyed as I am.
“Truly Peter, I thought you had more guts than this, in fact, those one hundred dollars I promised you will be gone very fast if you don't calm down a bit. The place seems abandoned but we must knock anyways. It's common courtesy.” A third voice, another girl pitched in. She spoke with a dry tone and if I had to guess, had a drier sense of humour.
“Kiana if you didn't offer that bet I wouldn't be here, I am starting to think it isn't worth it. I am feeling a little brave, and I say let's just open up the door, after all, if someone was there they would have opened the door already.” The boy, Peter, babbled, clearly no braver than he was the last time he spoke, but in for a dime in for a dollar they say.
And so, with them arguing about who would do the honours of opening the doors to my family home, I decided for them and promptly opened the door.
“No, I will do it.”
This elicited a scream from who I presumed to be Peter. As the only boy there, he had dark brown hair, eyes like chocolate and mocha coloured skin as well. Then there was the two girls, one of them who had scarlet red hair, green eyes, and tanned skin, she had jumped a foot in the air when the door was opened. I would place a bet on this being Jaqulyn. Which left the palest girl on earth, who also had pitch black hair and dark blue eyes. She didn't react at all to me, other than raising an eyebrow. She looked to the side at her counterparts and muttered something about them being pansies. If the first girl was Jaqulyn, then that left this girl as Kiana. I took another drag from the holder. As I breathe out, Peter screams something about spiders. I am only a little put out by it. I suppose not everyone likes spiders the way I do. Or breathes them out when they smoke.
“Now may I ask why you are trying to break into my home?” I suppose that at the time I may have let too much anger into my voice. It wasn't intentional but happened anyway. They however collectively flinched, despite the fact they all looked three or more years older than me. Before they spoke I took another drag from my cigar.
“We are very sorry, it's just, well… we thought it was abandoned and there was word going around that this place is haunted,” at this we heard a screech from Peter but all chose to ignore it, “and we wanted to check it out. I’m Jaqulyn, that is Kiana and the person who keeps screeching is Peter.” I was right in my assumptions of who is who. And whoever was spreading the word my home is haunted wasn't wrong but also wasn’t entirely correct either. The entire grounds are haunted not just the house.
“I am Lilly Cobb, it's wonderful to meet you all. However, I was just settling down for the night if it wouldn't be too hard for you-you can come back a different day.” I informed them, I am not sure why I told them to come back, but a gut feeling told me to. After my brother, I always listened to that feeling.
“I like your dress,” I look down at my dress and smile, it's purple and frilly, and I love it more than words can express, ” but can I ask why you are smoking a purple cigar, you look like you are 10” Kiana states. My smile leaves my face slowly after she speaks.
“I am 11 years old, and why shouldn’t I be smoking? It's my house, I can do as I wish, plus I won't live to see the age of 12 anyway, so why does it matter?” I finish cheerfully
“Smoking isn’t good for you, you know.” This time it's Peter who speaks up. What is it, pick on Lilly day or something?
“Whatever, I'm going to die anyway so it doesn't matter. Why do you care anyways.”
“Don’t your parents care? I think my parents would kill me if I started smoking.” It's Jaqulyn this time. I guess none of them has heard about the family curse then.
“My parents don’t care.”
“And why not, I will call child protective services I swear-”
“They won’t care either.”
“Stop being elusive and tell me why they won’t care then!”
“Because they can’t take the dead to jail, and the dead don't concern themselves with the matters of the living” I said with a smile. They didn’t need to know about mom’s conversations with me as I sat on my tombstone and she sat on hers. Those were private moments stuck between the two of us
That made everyone stop or everyone but Kiana who had a knowing glint in her eye. I didn't know whether or not to be afraid of it or not so I settled with uncertainty. And I took another drag from my purple cigar holder. This time I blew outta cobweb. But if they are reacting like this to the cigar, I wonder how they will react to my pistol and hatchet.
“Now if you are all done, I have a bed that is calling my name. You are welcome back, but please, don’t knock as many times next time ‘kay?”
I had flashed them a smile as we said our goodbyes that day. I am still not sure if that was what made them come back as many times as they did, or if it was something else. But come back they did.
TRANS WOMEN: HERE'S SOME SHIT YOUR DOCTOR WONT TELL YOU ABOUT HRT
1. Progesterone: not for everyone, but for many people it may increase sex drive and WILL make your boobs bigger. Also effects mood in ways that many find positive (but some find negative). Most doctors won’t prescribe this to you unless you ask. Most trans girls I know swear by it.
2. Injectible estrogen: is more effective than pill or patch form. Get on it if you can bear needles bc you will see more effects more quickly.
3. Estradiol Cypionate: There is currently a shortage of injectible estradiol valerate. There is no shortage of estradiol cypionate. Functionally they do the same shit.
4. Bicalutamide: This is an anti-androgen that has almost none of the side-effects of spironolactone or finasteride. The girls I know who are on it are evangelical about it.
Are there HRT medications that don’t increase blood clot risk? I’m already at risk because of my blood pressure, and my doctor won’t prescribe HRT that increases clot risk while I’m on the medication - and I may never not be on the medication.
The concerns surrounding venous thromboembolic events as a side-effect of hormone replacement therapy can mostly be traced back to one particular study known as the Women’s Health Initiative. This study was an enormous undertaking which, unfortunately, demonstrated significant adverse effects of the hormone therapies studied. As a result of this the use of hormone replacement therapy in postmenopausal cis women was dramatically reduced as the medical community began to question whether or not the therapy caused more harm than good.
Naturally, trans women have been suffering from this fall-out ever since.
What physicians seem to fail to recognize is that the study examined a very specific hormone regimen which was, arguably, outmoded at the time the study was conducted: It examined the use of conjugated equine estrogen (Premarin) with or without the use of medroxyprogesterone acetate. Neither of these drugs is regularly used for the treatment of transgender women.
The estrogen most commonly used to treat transgender women nowadays is 17β-estradiol either in pill form or in the form of a sticky patch that you apply to your skin. Esters of estrogen (e.g. estradiol valerate) are also sometimes used either in a pill form or as an intramuscular injection.
Transdermal estradiol patches are the gold standard when it comes to treating women who are at high risk of a venous thromboembolic event. It simply does not increase the risk of developing a venous thromboembolism. The only thing you should keep in mind is that patches are not always well tolerated because of the lifestyle changes required to keep them from falling off and the fact that they tend to irritate the skin.
Fortunately, oral 17β-estradiol appears to be safe, regardless of the increased risk. At least one large study has shown that the use of oral estradiol in trans women is not associated with venous thromboembolic events. An individual woman’s risk would need to be substantial in order to contraindicate the use of oral estradiol.
For those who have significant risk of venous thromboembolism because they have had a previous thromboembolic event, because they are paralyzed, or because of some other factor it is good to know the relative risk between oral and transdermal estrogen. The latest research indicates that the use of transdermal estrogen lowers your risk of a thromboembolism to 80% of what your risk would be using oral estrogens.
It’s difficult to find hard numbers regarding the relative risk of venous thromboembolic events with regards to hypertension. The best I could find after an hour or so of searching was this study regarding VTE in lung cancer patients. Hypertension increased the risk by a factor of 1.8.
However, to put that into perspective being of African descent increases your relative risk for deep vein thrombosis by a factor of 1.3 when compared to Europeans. Europeans are, themselves, at increased risk when compared to Asians and Pacific Islanders by a considerable margin: a four-fold increase.
I should point out that being ‘male’ is also a risk factor for developing a thromboembolism and hormones are likely to be a contributing factor. Also, menopause is another serious risk factor. Given this information it is likely that the use of transdermal estradiol will lower your risk of thromboembolic events significantly.
As far as the anti-androgen is concerned: The primary use for spironolactone for cisgender people is as an antihypertensive.
Even if the risk of thromboembolism was truly significant with modern hormone replacement therapy it wouldn’t justify what your doctor is doing to you. The fact is that mortality in the transgender community from suicide–caused in part due to the lack of access to hormone therapy–is substantial. The quality of life lost when a trans woman is denied hormone therapy is substantial. The fact that your doctor does not appear to be taking this into consideration when they weigh the risk of thromboembolism against not receiving necessary medical care is deeply concerning.
I strongly recommend that you seek a doctor who is more sensitive to your medical needs as a transgender woman.
Here he is, annoying me, but when did he ever stop? He was always kind, always smart, and always annoying. But I suppose I always have been too. But this time it's different. He is annoying me because he isn't here. Or he is, we are in the cemetery. He asked me to come, he wanted to visit, see how things have been. He sits on a gravestone in front of me, but I am annoyed because I can’t give him a hug like I want to. Because the gravestone he is sitting on is his own.
While I haven't posted any stories on here yet, and I might want to expand on this, show what his life was like, what lead up to this and the like. If you want me to continue to tell me!
