Sometimes, I worry assholes will dismiss my aromanticism on the grounds that my last and longest romantic relationship was with an abusive douchebag, but then I think, “Eh, no, it’s really easy to explain.”

(Not that my explanation would necessarily make such assholes go, “Oh, well in that case!” or that the aromanticism of those in similar situations but without such explanations is less real or valid; this is just how I make this particular nonsense [“Why do I care?!”] anxiety of mine shut up and go away.)

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This Fucking Guy

mephistosplayground:

mephistosplayground:

thisgingerisback:

i sincerely hope every single man mourning the “loss” of angelina jolie’s breasts trips and falls on a butcher knife

Look. She’s copping out, and teaching women that its okay to get rid of your womanhood because corporate powers dictate cancer…

You all can say whatever you wish. I’m not attacking anyone.

You say following a post that refers to a medically motivated double-mastectomy as “mutilation” (whether you intended it to come off as such or not, that’s a really negatively loaded word, but I think you fucking well know that considering you went on to compare it to self-injury) and in a post where you imply people can somehow not get breast cancer through sheer strength (so…folks who do get cancer are weak and would’ve been fine if they’d tried harder?), call everyone talking back a maniac, and finish off with, “Fuck all of you!”

I personally feel a person of her caliber of strength shouldn’t pre-empt the worse!

See, bud, this is the problem. What you feel is irrelevant, but you’re acting like you get to have an opinion that means anything when it comes to someone else’s health and the precautions they choose to take with their body!

All of you maniacs who feel my remarks about her womanhood are mysoginy, fuck off! That was never my intention! But you’d prefer to have it that way!

Oh, you didn’t mean it to be misogynistic. You’re spewing out shit on how you feel Jolie has done something wrong by making her own decision on something that is solely about her and going on about how she’s discarding femininity or some shit as if you get to be the arbiter of that, echoing every other douchefuck dude who thinks female and a good chunk of AFAB bodies are his business and so enforcing the patriarchal concept that that’s the case, but the fact that you didn’t mean to say misogynistic shit negates the misogyny inherent in your sentiments. Only…no, buddy. That’s not how it works. If you do something that propagates institutional oppression, you’re being oppressive. Sorry, asshole.

I didnt say what all women should do.

Though you did seem to imply everyone with breasts who really supported her would de-breast themselves as well. I’m still completely baffled by that.

I’m not dictating her life. MY OPINIONS are just that.

Your opinions on things that do not impact you are irrelevant. Forreal, the only way to be a good person in these situations is to step back and not act like your voice matters in situations that do not impact you in any way. But you think what you have to say on her body means jack shit, so here we are.

Don’t fuckin attack me when my whole point is to illustrate that people are stronger that what some fucking test suggests.

Cancer isn’t about strength of spirit you condescending little shit.

Also be mindful of the fact that this pre-disposition is based around cancer being an Afrocentric gene, get it!? Do your research in how this gene “comes from”, or “predominantly exists” in people of African descent. But I guess as long as we get to be fucking victims, it’s okay to accept people we don’t even know telling us sickness has a race attached to it!

I don’t know much about cancer or medical sciences in general beyond the basics, and even I know that some sicknesses are more common in people of certain racial backgrounds. Like, you don’t even need to know the science behind this, it’s as simple as looking at the tendency of some illnesses to crop up disproportionately in certain racial communities regardless of the standards of living and general lifestyles of the individuals and being like, “Yup, that sure is a thing that happens.”

Fuck all of you!

*coughs delicately and looks pointedly at first paragraph*

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Food shopping list!

I sleep-deprived myself last night specifically so I could motivate myself to go to the grocery store today. Gotta keep myself fed through angst bouts!

  • Canned meal staples. It’s fine, really. Yes, even with the ridiculous sodium content. Eating badly is better than not eating, self.
  • Salami. Shittons of it. It keeps forever, and the “light” version of it is the cheapest pack of meat at the store (not as much food in each pack as some of the others, but salami is something I can always bring myself to eat, so, salami)
  • Not-canned ravioli, if they have it. Something you can get away with just refrigerating or keep in the itty bitty freezer compartment.
  • Speaking of things for the freezer compartment, ice cream. Something rich
  • Pre-sliced bread!
  • Fruit juice! Something with relatively low sugar content.
  • Apples
  • A cucumber (just one; you never eat them quickly enough to get down two before they start to go soft and the texture squicks you out, and you know you won’t bother eating anything with an unpleasant texture in this state)
  • Bag of pre-cut salad greens, if they have any
  • Cheese sticks
  • A couple salmon or trout steaks

[CW: lack-of-food talk]

I was going to write a post complaining about how I can’t keep my own stash of bread loaves and have them in good condition because they don’t come in reseal-able packaging and putting bread in the fridge stales it up really fucking fast, and that sucks because my family doesn’t fucking bother to take food out of the freezer when our current thawed supply is running low or put it on the grocery list when we’re almost out, so I’ll regularly be like, “Just get up and make a sandwich, that’s all you have to worry about right now, go on, you can do it…” only to finally succeed at hauling my ass out of bed and washing up to find we have no bread.

Depression making everything fifty times harder to deal with combined with my traumabrain loosing its shit when I encounter less food than I expect (“They took it again they took it again and you can’t leave to buy more until eight hours from now when they’ve fallen asleep for sure and that’s if they haven’t taken your money they might’ve taken your money you’re not even worth feeding you’re going to starve starve starve under your own fucking roof-” “OH MY FUCK WE JUST RAN OUT OF BREAD CALM THE FUCK DOWN,”) makes that pretty hard to deal with.

But then I realized that I can just shove bread in those giant Ziplock baggies and I’ll be good to go.

Bless Ziplock. Maybe I should get some cheap Tupperware too.

Like god damn, can you imagine what a pain in the ass emotionally supporting folks would be if support meant doing whatever they did?

Nobody would have time for more than one or two friends. A school friend you really care about wants to drop their major and leave their ivy league college to go to culinary school? If you want to support them, the only way is to drop out of your dream school and abandon what you’ve been pursuing your whole life so far to also go to culinary school!

Other friend wants to be a beekeeper? YOU TOO MUST NOW BE A BEEKEEPER IF YOU REALLY CARE ABOUT THEM!

Third friend wants to move to Venice! But you can’t do that and also keep bees and go to that specific culinary school. Guess you don’t really support your Venicebound friend, asshole.

It’s like Yes Man, but worse.

mephistosplayground:

thisgingerisback:

i sincerely hope every single man mourning the “loss” of angelina jolie’s breasts trips and falls on a butcher knife

Look. She’s copping out, and teaching women that its okay to get rid of your womanhood because corporate powers dictate cancer is a gene, and that you should be afraid.

Cancer is a degenerative disease, which is a sure sign of a lack of oxygen. The only predisposition anyone has to cancer is a sedentary lifestyle paired with any activity that intentionally limits your oxygen intake and assimilation. Stress, and other mind-forming factors can easily slip someone’s body into sickness.

It is okay, buddy. They’re her tits. She can do what she wants. Even if breasts were the determining factor of womanhood (and oh boy, are they not), she’s perfectly entitled to go, “Hey, this is concerning me, I’ll take preventative measures with relatively minimal health risks to alleviate this concern.”

Angelina is pre-empting something, and sending a message to all women that removing your breasts and ovaries is the way to go.

She is not obligated to raise breast-having society via your moral code because she exists in the public eye.

And no one sees the self-mutilation going on here. I guess it’s okay when a heroine takes a loss for a cause, but when 300 pound Becky hates herself for being fat and cuts herself, she has esteem issues.

For a cause? She doesn’t want to die of breast cancer! She’s taking the loss of breasts to reduce the odds of early loss of her life! That’s not a cause, that’s fucking survival instinct.

And yeah, someone who self-injures out of self-loathing born from low self-esteem, they’re…indicating low self esteem? These aren’t equivalent situations in the slightest except that they both involve slicing skin, which is pretty irrelevant to our point?

I have a question! All Angelina supporters. Do you see yourself removing your breasts out of fear of cancer?

What does that matter? Supporting someone isn’t, “I’m gonna do the exact same thing!” it’s, “I will stand behind you as you make this decision.” Are you trying to diagnose if your earlier proclamations that she’s influencing folks to want to chop their tits off is true? That’s really the only situation I can see in which this bit makes sense.

(I’m waiting for the SJ heroes to come out on this one. And watch. There will be MEN covering their asses saying they support her decision, but I guarantee not ONE of those males will cut their cocks out for cancer…….)

Oh my fuck, you did mean to imply that supporting someone means doing the same shit. EVERYONE WHO SUPPORTS ME EMOTIONALLY IN MY MENTAL HEALTH STRUGGLES BETTER COME DOWN WITH DEPRESSION AND MULTIPLE ANXIETY DISORDERS PRONTO, or else you don’t really give a fuck, apparently.

And as if all the rest wasn’t enough, you had to throw in the breasts-are-the-equivalent-of-a-penis bull. Buddy, the female equivalent of the cock is the clitoris, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised someone who gives so few shits about women and other AFAB folks doesn’t know that. There really isn’t a male equivalent for developed breasts (except, you know, developed breasts, but I’m not even going to pretend you care about not being a cissexist asshole) because there’s no typically-seen-as-male body part that will make people mourn as if someone broke their favorite toy if it gets chopped off.

Source: thisgingerisback

For most of forever, I’ve found myself weirdly compelled to not sleep during bouts of the baseless angsts, even if I am actually tired. I thought it was a manifestation of the your-body-and-mind-are-weak-so-you-should-deprive-your-basic-physical-needs-to-be-more-like-a-machine business, but then I heard it’s been found that sleep deprivation actually reduces depression short-term (until the person gets a good chunk of rest.) Hooray for instinctive self-medication-ish.

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