Ma took the boys shopping with her. At least I know they’ll be well-behaved with her since I wasn’t allowed to go with them. I decided to use this time to wrap the gifts I got for the boys.
For Brass, I got him a new stuffed dog since Berry ruined his old one beyond repair. He was lucky that that dog wasn’t one of the ones Sally had handmade for Brass. I don’t think I would’ve been able to hold Brass back if that was the case.
Speaking of Berry, I got him a “special” book. It wasn’t my idea but Dick said that the little guy would appreciate it. Hopefully, it’ll keep him entertained so he would stop harassing Bitty. We were lucky that he held himself back last year when Bitty went into heat.
As for Bitty, I bought him his favorite book Tangerine in braille. It…wasn’t easy finding that book in braille. Now he can follow along with his audiobook.
After wrapping the last gift, I heard a knock at the door. Confused since Ma wouldn’t be back until four, I went to go answer the door. “Um, hello?” I asked the teen in front of my door. He just shoves something into my arms before rushing off. “Oye! What the hell, dude?!” I called out before looking down in my arms.
this has happened to me more times than i can count — i’ve found out when they ejaculate on me (a lot of times on my face without asking) that they took the condom off somewhere in the middle of sex. recently, a man i regularly hooked up with told me he “couldn’t come with a condom on” and i asked how he did it when we had sex before and he laughed and said, “i took it off less than half way through.”
this is something men don’t take seriously, but women are forced to — we’re the ones who have to get the plan b, who have to go get tested, who have to stress about what will happen next. men minds turn off the second after they orgasm.
it is absolutely non-consensual to take a condom off without the sex partner knowing.
Men seem to have no idea how fucking cruel this is, those weeks we spend afterward, panicking over whether we might be pregnant and what we’re going to do about it if we are and what if we caught something? Nah, they probably do have a sense of it; they just don’t fucking care, or they get off on the idea of putting a woman in distress weeks or more after the sexual act has ended.
You are scum if you fucking do this, condone this. End of discussion.
They don’t do it only to us, women. My sister is a doctor and gay men have gone to her consults asking for exams and some have actually shared how their latest hookup removed the condomn without their knowledge and so they were scared to have an STD. Anyone that does this to anyone deserves no respect.
Growing trend of rapists*
Three years ago, Tumblr told me that this was flagged. I hope that that’s no longer the case ‘cause people need to know this.
The pandemic is putting America’s deepening class divide into stark relief. Four classes are emerging.
The Remotes: These are professional, managerial, and technical workers – an estimated 35 percent of the workforce – who are putting in long hours at their laptops, Zooming into conferences, scanning electronic documents, and collecting about the same pay as before the crisis.
Many are bored or anxious, but they’re well off compared to the three other classes.
The Essentials. They’re about 30 percent of workers, including nurses, homecare and childcare workers, group home workers, farm workers, food processors, truck drivers, warehouse and transit workers, drug store employees, sanitation workers, police officers, fire fighters, and the military.
Too many essentials lack adequate protective gear, paid sick leave, health insurance, and childcare, which is especially important now that schools are shuttered. They also deserve hazard pay.
Trump’s Occupational Safety and Health Administration has the legal authority to require private employers provide essential workers with protective gear. Don’t hold your breath.
The Unpaid. They’re an even larger group that the unemployed – whose ranks could soon reach 25 percent, the same as in the Great Depression. Some of the unpaid are furloughed or have used up their paid leave. So far in this crisis, 43 percent of adults report they or someone in their household has lost jobs or pay, according to the Pew Research Center.
An estimated 9.2 million have lost their employer-provided health insurance.
Many of these jobs had been in personal services that can’t be done remotely, such as retail, restaurant, and hospitality work. But as consumers rein in spending, layoffs are spreading to news organizations, tech companies, consumer-goods manufacturers.
The unpaid most need cash to feed their families and pay the rent. Fewer than half say they have enough emergency funds to cover three months of expenses, according to a survey conducted this month Pew.
So far, government has failed them, too. Checks mailed out by the Treasury last week are a pittance. Extra benefits could help, but unemployment offices are so overwhelmed with claims that they can’t get money out the door. Loans to small businesses have gone largely to big, well-connected businesses, with banks collecting fat fees.
On Wednesday, Republican Senate majority leader Mitch McConnell said he opposed to any further federal aid to state and local governments, suggesting states declare bankruptcy instead. Which means even less money for unemployment insurance, Medicaid, and everything else the unpaid need.
The resulting desperation is fueling demands to “reopen the economy” long before it’s safe. If it comes down to a choice between risking one’s health and putting food on the table, many will take latter.
The Forgotten. This group includes everyone for whom social distancing is nearly impossible because they’re packed tightly into places most Americans don’t see – prisons, jails for undocumented immigrants, group homes for the severely disabled, camps for migrant farmworkers, Native American reservations, homeless shelters, and nursing homes.
While much of New York City is sheltering at home, for example, more than 17,000 men and women, many already in poor health, are sleeping in roughly 100 shelters for single adults.
All such places are becoming hot spots for the virus. These people need safe spaces with proper medical care, adequate social distancing, testing for the virus and isolation of those who have contracted it. Few are getting any of this.
Not surprisingly, the Essentials, the Unpaid, and the Forgotten are disproportionately poor, black, and Latino. And they are disproportionately becoming infected.
An Associated Press breakdown of available state and local data showed close to 33 percent of coronavirus deaths so far are African-American, despite representing only 14 percent of the total population in areas surveyed. The Navajo Nation already has lost more to coronavirus than have 13 states. Four of the 10 largest-known sources of infection in the United States have been correctional facilities.
These three groups aren’t getting what they need to survive this crisis because they don’t have lobbyists and political action committees to do their bidding in Washington or state capitals.
The Remotes among us should be concerned, and not just because of the unfairness of the Covid-19 class divide. If the Essentials aren’t sufficiently protected, the Unpaid are forced back to work earlier than is safe, and the Forgotten remain forgotten, no one can be secure. Covid-19 will continue to spread sickness and death for months, if not years to come.
These are some sites to reach me, or links I’ll put anyways for stories and whatnot. I have a fictionpad but it’s almost the same as fanfiction, stories wise. I used to have a Quizilla, but it no longer exists. Some of these have nothing in them yet, but I’m working on it. I don’t have an Ao3 account. Too complicated to me.
ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige
I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to “think about the future”
Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.
when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as “14 year old girl purple” (through what’s wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I don’t know, even if they’re not what I want as an adult). They didn’t believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a “dark purple”, it would be “depressing”. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.
I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.
But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)
And the moral of the story is: Fuck ‘em, please yourself. Either they’ll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.
This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be “mature” about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that I’m 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, I’m just like “marriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.” If they don’t like it then they don’t have to come to my wedding.
