azilo (traduko de Sanctuary - utada hikaru)

en vi kaj mi estas nova lando
flugas anĝeloj
(mi bezonas pli afekcion ol vi scias)
mia azilo, mia azilo
kie timoj kaj mensogoj forfandiĝas
muziko interne
(mi bezonas pli afekcion ol vi scias)
kio restas de mi
kio restas de mi nun?

mi rigardas dormantan vin
ĉiuj miaj timoj signifas nenion

en vi kaj mi estas nova lando
flugas anĝeloj
(mi bezonas pli afekcion ol vi scias)
mia azilo, mia azilo
kie timoj kaj mensogoj forfandiĝas
muziko interne
(mi bezonas pli afekcion ol vi scias)
kio restas de mi
kio restas de mi nun?

vi vidigas min, kiel vidi
ke nenion tutas aŭ difektas

en vi kaj mi estas nova lando
flugas anĝeloj
(mi bezonas pli afekcion ol vi scias)
mia azilo, mia azilo
kie timoj kaj mensogoj forfandiĝas
muziko interne
(mi bezonas pli afekcion ol vi scias)
kio restas de mi
kio restas de mi nun?

miaj timoj, miaj mensogoj…
forfandiĝas

(mi bezonas pli afekcion ol vi scias)

my internet is capped, i’m not even gonna try using tumblr until after the 20th, see you guys then

depressioncomix:

"Wednesday, September 10 marks World Suicide Prevention Day, and with Robin Williams‘ tragic passing still so fresh in our collective memory, the subject has never been more relevant or poignant. There are 350 million people on this planet who suffer from depression, one of the leading causes of suicide. Though its symptoms can be difficult to spot, depression is, for many, every bit as debilitating as other fatal physical diseases. And despite their best efforts, it can be overwhelming for friends and family to try and understand what those suffering from depression are going through and how they can help.

"Fortunately, a community of talented artists have cropped up online, offering a glimpse into what living with depression is really like. One of them is Clay, the founder of Depression Comix. He was diagnosed with depression in 1993 and now creates comics on the subject in hopes of enlightening the world at large and comforting those who, like him, are suffering from it."

tamorapierce:

What gives them the right?  What gives these pignutted maggot-riddled sewer crawlers the right to question any woman’s medical history, particularly such a painful one?  Would this grunting, strutting, anus-picking parody of a writer have dared to ask any male candidate/ autobiographer if he had sired any out-of-wedlock progeny or paid a woman to have an abortion?  Would he have taken counsel of the local psyocibin tripper or hookah-smoking caterpillar for similarly accurate Timothy Leary factoids on the health needs of male procreation gone wrong?

This Neanderthal’s article and methods alike are obscene.  He rubs up against a spokesquisling from Texas Right to Life for his “facts,” and demands medical records of Davis’s campaign—documents that aren’t even available to her former spouse, let alone campaign folk or manure-grubbing online yapturds.

And Horne of Texas Right to Life is working for the wrong outfit, since she doesn’t appear to know that her “4% of abortions concerning physical health” includes Davis’s ectopic pregnancy, one of which occurs in 19.7 per 1,000 pregnancies (Josie L. Tenore, M.D.’s 2/2000 article in American Family Physician; <http://www.aafp.org/afp/2000/0215/p1080.html>) or 1 in 100 pregnancies (Patient UK webpage <http://www.patient.co.uk/health/ectopic-pregnancy-leaflet#>).  Horne’s out-of-her-ass figures don’t even cover the life-threatening ectopic pregnancy alone.

How long will American women and even decent American men swallow this swill?  How long will they let these hedge-crawling mawworms dictate our national discourse?  When will we make it clear to these scandal suckers that we will not tolerate this kind of treatment of women, no matter what their field—whether it is politics, film, diplomacy,  secretarial work, or sales?

We sit by and watch these parasites sell women as sexual objects, the deserving victims of violence, the careless destroyers of lives, and the two-faced peddlers of sin.  It’s been happening on the campaign trail, in elevators, online, on the street, in homes, on television.  When is this going to stop?  Women of color, poor women, working women, little girls, grown women, mothers, grandmothers, daughters, middle class women, students, film stars, politicians, heads of state, singers, secretaries, waitresses, maids, nannies, white women, women on buses, women on their way home, women in bars, women on stage, women at home.  None of our bodies are safe.  None of our thoughts or utterances are respected.  None of our works are given parity with even lesser works by men.

When does it stop?  We do we stop being other?  When do we stop fighting each other?  When do we stop being separate, secondary, lower, different, disregarded, disgusting, contemptible, useless, throwaway?

When?

minus18:

When you come out as trans, people sometimes take a while to adjust to your new pronouns, or don’t quite understand.

So we launched a new campaign to help! An article that introduces the topic, a video with a rundown from trans young people, and a web app where you can learn and practice pronouns!

Here’s our easy way to help your friends and family get your pronouns right and understand why it’s important.