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Reproductive rights do not begin and end with pregnancy contexts. I'm vaguing a post here, but like.

Trans women suffer reproductive abuse, especially in medical contexts. I was forced to freeze reproductive material when I was 12, being told I would "have to be a man" (words of my doctor) if I didn't visit a fertility clinic. My very first sexual experience of my body was googling how to masturbate at age 12, all because a CIS MALE doctor withheld my access to estrogen unless I froze sperm.

Like. Reproductive rights are much wider than just pregnancy rights. To imply that reproductive rights and reproductive abuse begin and end in pregnancy contexts is transmisogyny! Trans women suffer reproductive abuse at huge scales!

#transmisogyny #transphobia #transfeminism #mia.txt #transfeminist

Unpopular opinion time but I don’t particularly care for Medschool Rabbot. I understand the appeal of the whole lifelong soulmates thing, but to me it’s so much more romantic that Jack and Robby found each other later in life.

Like these are two men in their late forties/fifties who have already survived so much grief and guilt and loss between them that it’s practically calcified into them. Their lives are already fully formed by the time they meet. Entire histories exist before Jack or Robby even enters the other's picture.

And then suddenly they meet, and it changes the entire cartography of their lives.

That’s what gets me about them. Not that they were always destined to be together or that they're bound to one another because they've known each other for decades, but because of the fact that, after the tragedy has come and gone, they still have one another to look forward to, even though they don't know it. Jack, who has every reason in the world to retreat into himself, will still allow Robby close. The fact that Robby, who carries so much grief and self-recrimination, will still let himself be softened by Jack anyway.

There’s something profoundly hopeful to me about the idea that your life can crack you open fifty different ways and love can still arrive afterwards. That desolation is not the end state of a person. That love does not become less meaningful because it came later; if anything, I think it becomes more meaningful, because they know exactly what it costs to keep living long enough to reach it.

#in my feels this fine Sunday evening #rabbot #michael robinavitch #jack abbot #the pitt #robby x abbot #robby/abbot #mia.txt