#lori day

[indescribablechoices]

surrounded by your embrace

Part of the @choicesnovemberchallenge​​

Day Two: Anniversary

Pairing: Thomas Mendez x MC (Lori Day)

Word Count: 1345

Listening Suggestion: Halo - Beyonce

Fic Tag List: @brightpinkpeppercorn​​​​ @kennaxval​​​​

Synopsis: Thomas and Lori celebrate their two year anniversary together. Lori thinks back over their relationship and Thomas gets a present he wasn’t expecting.

Lori let out a soft hum as the heavy weight of sleep began to lift off of her, stretching a little as she awoke. But as she began to move, she felt an arm reflexively tighten around her waist. Warm breath tickled at her shoulder before a soft kiss was placed there.

“Good morning,” Thomas murmured, pressing kiss after kiss against her bare skin, trailing his mouth from her shoulder to the crook of her neck then up to her jaw.

She smiled sleepily, rolling in his embrace to face him, kissing him gently on the mouth as he pulled her even closer against him, “Good morning.”

His eyes were barely cracked open, but the sheer love and adoration in his gaze as he looked at her still made her feel giddy.

“Happy anniversary, my darling,” he said softly.

“Happy anniversary,” she kissed him again, “Can you believe it’s been two years?”

Their wedding day two years ago had been one of the best days of her life. It had been a simple affair, close friends and family only. Poppy and Luz had been included in the ceremony, Thomas and Lori promising to vows of love and family to both girls.

They had taken their relationship slow before that, neither wanting to rush things, knowing that they both had their own pasts and daughters to consider. But after nearly two years of dating and eventually living together, Thomas had proposed.

Since then, life had been perfect. Thomas had won the case against the car company he was suing in links to Soledad’s death, Lori was running the clothing store she worked at, Poppy and Luz were thriving at school together, both girls settling into their new family situation.

“It has been an amazing two years,” Thomas smiled, brushing dark curls out of her face, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she said.

They remained tangled in each other’s embrace, lazily making out, in no rush to be anywhere. They had both taken the day off to celebrate their anniversary, and Alma had offered to have the girls last night so they could have the morning and most of the day together. They had a family dinner planned this evening, but for right now, they had nowhere to be except right where they were.

“You stay right here,” Thomas told her after a while, “I’m going to go make us some breakfast.”

“You don’t have to do that, it’s both our anniversaries,” she reminded him as he began to rise from the bed.

“And there is no better way to celebrate that fact than to make my wife breakfast,” he insisted then headed out the door and she flumped back against the pillows.

She let out a content sigh as she snuggled back into the warmth of the bed. It had been a long road to get here, to be as happy as she was. After everything she had been through with Guy, both when they were first together and when he had come back into her life to try and take Poppy away from her, she had never let herself hope that she could have it all. She had been happy with just her and Poppy living their life, but then she had met Thomas and he had showed her a kind of love she hadn’t believed she could have. They had become a family, and though she knew she could never replace Soledad, she loved Luz are though she were her own, and she knew Thomas loved Poppy the same way.

She left the bedroom once the delicious smell of bacon began to waft up the stairs. She pulled on a pair of pyjama shorts and one of Thomas’ old t shirts and headed down to the kitchen. She found the breakfast bar already laden with her favourite; pancakes with scrambled eggs and bacon, maple syrup at the ready for her to pour and a glass of orange juice each. Thomas turned around when he heard her approach, smiling when he saw her.

He spun her under his arm in time to the music that was coming from the radio as she leaned up on her tiptoes to greet him with a kiss. Their embrace began to grow more heated, broken only when he shook his head and reminded her that their breakfast would get cold. She hopped up onto the stool and began to hungrily dig in, complimenting his cooking between every mouthful.

When they had finished, Thomas took his glass in hand, “To you, my beautiful wife,” he raised his glass.

“To you, my wonderful husband,” she raised hers as well, clinking it against his.

She took a sip, but the moment the juice hit her tongue and she realised that there was champagne in it, she spat it back into the glass. Thomas’ eyes widened with concern, “Lori, what’s wrong? Is the juice off? I’m so sorry, I squeezed the oranges myself, I thought they were fresh and I-”

“It’s not the juice,” she assured him, pushing the glass aside, “It was the champagne.”

“Was there something wrong with it?” he frowned, “I wanted to make us mimosas to celebrate. It was one of the bottles from our wedding day, it wasn’t opened, it should have been fine-”

She reached across the table and took his hand, squeezing it tight, “There was nothing wrong with it. I can imagine it’s actually amazing. But...”

“But what?” he asked.

“I can’t have any,” she told him.

She waited for the ball to drop, but he only looked more confused, “We’re not driving today, and one glass won’t hurt.”

A smile spread across her face, “It’s not me I’m concerned about.”

He blinked at her, and yet it still didn’t click. She rolled her eyes then excused herself, hurrying into the other room. She returned carrying a small wrapped box, handing it to him.

“We said we weren’t going to do presents this year,” he frowned.

“I know, but this is just a very little present,” she assured him, “The timing just worked out to give it to you today. I was going to give it to you later, but…”

He opened the box, and as his eyes focused on what was inside, he let out a soft breath. He was quiet for a long moment as he took it in, then picked it up, examining it properly. He glanced at his wife, tears shimmering in his eyes.

“Is this…? Are we…?”

Tears of her own began to well up in her eyes, watching as he kept looking from her, to the positive pregnancy test in his hand, and back to her.

She nodded and he was on his feet immediately, wrapping his arms around her. He lifted her clean off her feet, spinning her around. She let out a squeal of surprise, clinging tight to his shoulders. When he set her down her took his face in his hands and kissed her hard. She kissed him back, both of their cheeks damp with tears.

“Are you happy?” she asked softly.

“Happy?” his voice was barely a whisper, “Lori, happy doesn’t even begin to explain the joy I feel right now.”

“I know we weren’t trying, and we were going to talk to the girls about how they felt about it first, but it feels right, doesn’t it?”

“It feels so right,” he agreed, “I love you, Lorelai Mendez-Day,” he hand reached down to press against her abdomen, “And I love you, little one. I can’t wait to meet you. You don’t know how lucky you are yet. You have got a wonderful, beautiful and loving mom, and you have got two sisters who are going to love you and protect you for the rest of your life.”

“You’ve got a pretty amazing dad as well,” she said, her hand coming to rest over his, “You’re going to be so loved.”

He took her hand in his and intertwined their fingers, drawing her in for another kiss, “Best anniversary gift ever.”

[secluded-gorgon]

Riding in the car with my mother the other day, she remarked that I am judgmental of women who care a lot about their appearance. She told me that she wears makeup every day not because she feels she has to, but because it is fun. She explained that Botox and plastic surgery are things that can help women feel good about themselves. “Your graying hair is making you look older,” she said. Yeah, I know…

I also know that the more women dye their graying hair, the older I will look when I don’t. The more women rid themselves of wrinkles, the older I will look when I don’t. The more women starve themselves, the fatter I will look when I don’t.

Lori Day, How much more could women achieve if they rejected expensive & time-consuming beauty routines?

[lado-direito-da-equidade]

— Lori Day, psicopedagoga feminista estadunidense, 2015.

“Se você é mãe de um filho e está preocupada que seu filho possa ser falsamente acusado de estupro, seu tempo seria muito melhor gasto se preocupando que seu filho possa ser corretamente acusado de estupro, porque as chances são muito maiores de que ele será realmente um estuprador de que ele seja falsamente identificado como um.”

“If you are the mother of a son and are worried that your son will be falsely accused of rape, your time would be much better spent worrying that your son will be fairly accused of rape, because the odds are far greater that he will actually be a rapist than be falsely identified as one.”

— Lori Day, “The tyranny of the anecdote: Irrational fear of false rape accusations based on one-off stories trumpeted by media”, feminist current, 7 de Abril de 2015. http://www.feministcurrent.com/2015/04/07/the-tyranny-of-the-anecdote-irrational-fear-of-false-rape-accusations-based-on-one-off-stories-trumpeted-by-media/

Olha essas também:

• Basta ser acusado de estupro, e ser homem, para ser expulso da universidade « EUA ocontraditorio.com/ladodireitodaequidade/?p=38229

• Adolescente inglês se enforca após ser falsamente acusado de estupro « Inglaterra ocontraditorio.com/ladodireitodaequidade/?p=25100

• “Feministas convencem muitas jovens que sexo casual quando bêbadas é estupro mesmo.” « Christina Hoff Sommers ocontraditorio.com/ladodireitodaequidade/?p=7494

[lado-direito-da-equidade]

— Lori Day, psicopedagoga feminista estadunidense, 2015.

Me desculpe, eu não tenho tempo para adicionar muitas coisas à lista. Sinta-se livre para adicionar mais nos comentários.

O que pode ser feito? Bem, eu decidi que a Terra precisa de uma homendemia. O rebanho humano deve ser abatido, e chegou a hora dos machos.

Eu sei o que você está pensando… Legal! Como funcionaria?

Aconteceu de eu estar assistindo a um episódio de Star Trek: Voyager noite passada, quando a ideia veio até mim. Não pode ser um vírus que provoca mutações genéticas em homens que reconfigura o seu DNA. Então, quando os homens fazem sexo com mulheres, eles são drenados de seu DNA, “onde são então implantados em fêmeas, causando a morte dos homens. Como resultado, os novos machos são constantemente criados e colhidos” pelas mulheres, de acordo com suas necessidades. Você deveria ter visto os cadáveres dissecados no planeta Taresian!

Mas talvez isso é muito áspero implausível. É ficção científica, afinal.

Olha, eu não sou um especialista em doenças infecciosas. Eu não sei exatamente como isso poderia funcionar. Eu só sei que existem 200 milhões de mulheres desaparecidas no mundo por causa do patriarcado, então a Mãe Natureza precisa colocar o dedo na balança, e se ela gentilmente obriga, apenas empurrar para baixo um pouco mais difícil.

‘Mas eu amo os homens.’

Está bem. Você provavelmente ama homens. A maioria das mulheres tem alguns homens em suas vidas que eles adoram. Há toneladas de homens maravilhosos! Então, com certeza, vai ser triste e trágico quando a homendemia queimar com o fogo de mil sóis e selecionar aleatoriamente vítimas do sexo masculino o suficiente para perturbar a estrutura de poder vigente em todo o mundo. Isso será necessário para criar uma abertura para que as mulheres tornam-se iguais – talvez até mesmo dominantes.

Mas não é nossa única esperança a remoção de seres humanos do sexo masculino excessivas dos continentes? Se as mulheres não tomarem as rédeas deste planeta condenado e obter rachaduras em resolver esses poucos itens listados acima, não teremos a menor chance.”

– Lori Day, “We need a Mandemic”, feminist current, 3 de Fevereiro de 2016. http://www.feministcurrent.com/2016/02/03/we-need-a-mandemic/

Olha essas também:

• “Feministas crêem que desejos das mulheres são mais importantes que de todos os outros.” « Suzanne Venker ocontraditorio.com/ladodireitodaequidade/?p=29251

• “Todo homem cis é ‘machista’. Faz parte do grupo opressor.” « Luana Toro ocontraditorio.com/ladodireitodaequidade/?p=22132

• “Todo homem cis é ‘machista’. Faz parte do grupo opressor.” « Luana Toro ocontraditorio.com/ladodireitodaequidade/?p=42849

[lado-direito-da-equidade]

— Lori Day, psicopedagoga feminista estadunidense, 2015.

“A violência masculina é o pior problema do mundo, porque é tão catastrófico quanto indiscutido. Por alguma razão, há uma abundância de gesticulação e discussão sobre a religião da violência ou a raça de violência, como se esses fossem os fatores mais relevantes ou definidores da brutalidade ocorrendo em escala global desde o início dos tempos. Que o denominador mais comum de toda a violência – a partir de uma única batida para o assassinato de milhões de pessoas – é pouco pesquisado, raramente escrito sobre, e agressivamente negado é medonho.

Olhe para mim, tendo cobertura sob mastro de um blogue feminista, por isso não vou ser rasgada por comentadores do sexo masculino sem filtro, no vasto oceano digital, sangrando cercada por uma multidão de homens famintos. Essa é a minha prerrogativa, e que eu possa algum dia renunciar se eu me tornar um glutão de castigo ou simplesmente decidir que um pouco da minha voz aguda seja necessário… lá fora. Por agora, eu encolho entre os sãos e racionais. Falo em uma tenda tão alto como as estrelas, em torno de um fogo de incandescência nos rostos daqueles que envolva essa tela em torno de si contra um mundo indiferente onde agressão masculina iria rasgar tudo para baixo se for deixado sem vigilância por apenas um momento.

Isso não vai ser resolvido na minha vida ou a vida de minha filha, ou nunca, sem um sério ajuste de contas entre nós como uma espécie. Até que o “padrão masculino de violência” possa ser falado e escrito abertamente, nada vai mudar. Afinal, se não podemos ter um diálogo direto e público sobre quem está cometendo a maior parte das atrocidades humanas, como podemos ter a esperança de um mundo mais amável e gentil?”

– Lori Day, “Male violence is the worst problem in the world”, feminist current, 23.07.2015. http://www.feministcurrent.com/2015/07/23/male-violence-is-the-worst-problem-in-the-world/

[lado-direito-da-equidade]

— Lori Day, psicopedagoga feminista estadunidense, 2015.

“Se você é mãe de um filho e está preocupada que seu filho possa ser falsamente acusado de estupro, seu tempo seria muito melhor gasto se preocupando que seu filho possa ser corretamente acusado de estupro, porque as chances são muito maiores de que ele será realmente um estuprador de que ele seja falsamente identificado como um.”

“If you are the mother of a son and are worried that your son will be falsely accused of rape, your time would be much better spent worrying that your son will be fairly accused of rape, because the odds are far greater that he will actually be a rapist than be falsely identified as one.”

— Lori Day, “The tyranny of the anecdote: Irrational fear of false rape accusations based on one-off stories trumpeted by media”, feminist current, 7.04.2015. http://www.feministcurrent.com/2015/04/07/the-tyranny-of-the-anecdote-irrational-fear-of-false-rape-accusations-based-on-one-off-stories-trumpeted-by-media/

Olha essas também:

• Basta ser acusado de estupro, e ser homem, para ser expulso da universidade « EUA ocontraditorio.com/ladodireitodaequidade/?p=38229

• Adolescente inglês se enforca após ser falsamente acusado de estupro « Inglaterra ocontraditorio.com/ladodireitodaequidade/?p=25100

• “Feministas convencem muitas jovens que sexo casual quando bêbadas é estupro mesmo.” « Christina Hoff Sommers ocontraditorio.com/ladodireitodaequidade/?p=7494

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"Ageism is a life-altering injustice affecting women in ways that are different than the effects on men — different in age of onset and degree and personal consequence. If we continue to be erased in the second half of our lives, we will remain stuck in a perpetual cycle of conflating youth with greater social relevance in the first half of our lives, and the patriarchal axiom that women are only valuable when they are young, hot and fertile will continue unchallenged." - Lori Day

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