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aclassi-queer · 4 months
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May every HR department that demands the physically impossible from disabled employees be required to do the same 😘
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christinered · 14 days
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WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?????
Ladies how much longer are we going to allow them to get away with this?
The legal system is failing our entire gender worldwide!
When are we going to squeeze the balls of the dicks doing nothing to these pigs perv men who are hurting our girls?
BRING THIS FUCK HARVEY WEINSTEIN TO BROOKLYN!!!!
Drop him off at any of the 5 boroughs. Stand him before girls who don't care about breaking a nail, getting an oscar or a scratch on their face.
I have seen what happens to skeevie, fat fucks who hurt girls. I'd like to show him.
Bring him to me!
I'm starting to get very very angry. Why is this still not being dealt with?
Correcting, Ceasing maybe even Castrating this vile piece of shit should have happened already.
~Brooklyn Red
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transtalesofdoom · 3 months
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Rant on the legal process of changing your name (where I live). (It's not the US.)
!!! HI THIS IS NO LONGER ACCURATE !!! AS OF NOVEMBER 2024 THE PROCESS IS MUCH EASIER !!! WORKING ON A POST ABOUT IT !!!
Originally figured I should start this side blog with my (not actually) tragic backstory or something. But then I wanted to rant instead.
So here's the current situation on changing your name in Germany, where I live:
Absolute fucking bullshit. Currently, you need confirmation from two separate doctors (three in some places) that you are a trans man or woman to request a name change. You have to pay these evaluations yourself. This also enables you to change the gender marker on your ID. You can take an illegal shortcut by finding a doctor to forge papers saying you're intersex, which entitles you to change your name and gender marker.
There are plans to reform this policy by November into a new law that allows every person to declare their own name and gender within reason. You no longer need to provide any medical evidence, but your name and gender cannot be changed frequently (you must wait like, a year? three years? in between) and when changing back to a previous gender, you have to retake the name you had back then. Still leagues better than what we have right now.
Also the names you choose have to be actual legal names. They will check in an actual physical book if your name exists. Thankfully, Germany dropped the requirements for names to be clearly gendered a while ago, but we still have a bunch of restrictions on naming children. (And I am going to assume they apply to trans name changes too but there isnt much material on that.) As a fun sidenote, you can legally name your child Adolf if you have a valid reason for it, but you cannot name your child Judas. You know, because of the negative connotations.
Source for most of this: My good trans friend who has a 5-year head start on being trans and the bureaucratic shitshow that comes with it
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i-eat-worlds · 1 year
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The Subject Part 9
this one is pretty relaxed. Enjoy some “Brenner needs to take break”
There’s a Masterlist now!
CW: caretaker turned whumpee, overworking, recovery, legal bullshit
Brenner’s spoon clinked on the edge of his mug as he stirred the sugar into his coffee. The fluorescent lights of the break room buzzed as he sat down, paperwork sprawled out across the table, the dim light from his laptop casting his face in shadows. This was the worst part, and it never got better, no matter how many times he had to do it. Spread out before him were whatever notes he could find about Beau’s time as a subject.
It was disgusting. While there was no doubt in his mind that researchers often omitted the nastier details, what had been recorded was still horrendous. Chronicles of his pain-and not just perfunctory reports-photos and videos, painstakingly collected reminders of what he went through. Somebody took glee in this, recording Beau’s misery. The videos had been cataloged with care, by date and experiment. They went back years. And Brenner needed to comb through all of them, to get a better understanding of what Beau had gone through, to prevent issues from coming out of nowhere. Like Beau not knowing he was at a recovery center. It was supposed to be standard knowledge for subjects. And certainly, they would have been told that they were being moved to a recovery center, instead of just being shipped around without any knowledge. It was a mess, and it meant that whatever he’d been through at Hemlock had changed his conditioning or reinforced it. Either one was bad, and both gave him a sinking feeling. This one was going to be a challenge.
“They call it a break room for a reason, Chase,” Dr. Brenner’s head snapped up to nd Liam in the doorway. The nurse approached the counter to pour his own cup of coee. “It’s for you know…breaks?”
“Liam.” The doctor grumbled as he looked up from his work. “Please tell me your day is going better than mine.” “How bad is it going?” Liam asked as he poured the coee into his caeine prn mug. “I thought it was naming day-doesn’t that usually go pretty well?” “The naming part was fine.” He took a long sip of his coffee. “It’s everything else.” Liam’s eyes seemed to scan him for a moment, then he pulled a chair out with his foot and sat down. “What’s going on?”
“This.” Brenner gestured to the spread of materials in front of him. “Somebody took great pains to document everything he went through. He didn’t even know he was at a recovery center, for crying out loud.” He rubbed his eyes, then signed loudly. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Beau right now?” “He’s in the scanner. Natalie’s great at what she does. I’d just be in the way.” Liam’s eyebrows furrow. “Beau, he’s from Hemlock, right?” “Yeah, why?” Brenner watched as Liam searched the table for something.
The nurse flipped through a stack of reports. He pointed to the signature on the page. “Dr. Chole Glassener. We know her.” Recognition ashed across Brenner’s eyes. “Raphael? Shit, Raphael.” “Look, Glassener’s got a reputation for being overly cruel. We’ve got enough to go to Nesbit and maybe shut her down.” Liam motioned to the photos.
“But Beau will never testify-he barely can talk now, and he won’t be rehabilitated soon enough to even know.” Brenner filled in. Lots of doctors had tried to take on Glassner before, and all had failed because no surviving subjects would testify to the standard that the law wanted.
“He’s got a long way to go.” Liam let out a tired sigh.
“Remind me why we're also in charge of this again.”
“Because someone has to, Chase. Beau may not be ready, but Raphael would.” Liam said, and Brenner knew he was right. “Yeah. If we can get him to stop biting.” Brenner said as he exhaled.
“Glad that biting is Molly’s department.” Liam checked his watch. “Beau is getting out from imaging. I’ve got to go and pick him up.” His tone turned serious. “And Chase?” The doctor looked up at him, “Go home and get some sleep tonight. You can’t keep running on empty.”
“No promises!” Brenner called as he turned back to his work .
“You better!” Liam hollered back as he gently closed the door behind him, leaving the doctor to his work.
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After the scans, the kind nurse had returned and taken Beau back to his room. Everybody insisted on moving him around in a wheelchair, even though he volunteered to walk. The personnel would simply remind him that he wasn’t at a lab anymore, that things were dierent. It was hard, but Beau was getting better at reminding himself of that too. He didn’t want to be a burden, having the sta have to remind him again and again. Liam helped him back into bed, then gave him another-another!-dose of painkillers. The nurse reminded him to use the call button if he needed it, and told him to rest up.
Beau burrowed back into the warmth of his bed, clutching the soft blankets close. He couldn’t even remember experiencing something like this. Not the gentle touches, not the clothing and blankets, and most certainly not the name. It was strange, to have a privilege that he thought only humans were supposed to get reserved for him. The word felt right though, Beau. It wasn’t hard to think of himself as Beau. He was still B127 of course, he knew his place.
But he would have been lying if he didn’t like the idea of being Beau.
Taglist: @stabby-nunchucks @rainbows-and-whumperflies @pigeonwhumps @wolfeyedwitch @suffering-and-misery I am so sorry for forgetting to tag you in the last couple chapters. Do you still want to be tagged?
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rhube · 1 year
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I am watching Cocaine Bear. It's a great film, very entertaining.
I decided to find out about the real Cocaine Bear, expecting the reality to bear little relation to the film (correct).
What I didn't expect to find out is that... if you believe hard enough... the taxidermied corpse of the bear can marry you??
According to the bear's owners, the Cocaine Bear has the authority to officiate legally binding weddings in the mall where it is kept due to Kentucky's marriage laws.
Oh, OK - what a wacky claim. I bet that's bollocks, right?
This claim is only partly true; the bear does not have the authority to solemnize weddings
Yeah, I figured.
but the state of Kentucky cannot invalidate marriages performed by unqualified persons if the parties believe that the person marrying them has the authority to do so. As such, it is a belief in the Cocaine Bear's authority that allows it to officiate legally binding weddings in Kentucky. - Wikipedia (emphasis added)
As much as taxidermy squicks me a LOT, and a taxidermied bear is not a person, the fact that you can argue that if you believe in the bear hard enough, it can marry you, amuses me a lot.
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shadowyteriyaki · 1 year
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Monster is a bully and will sue anything with the word "monster" in its title under the premise that you are so stupid you will think it is associated with them. They do not deserve your money. They will use it to make people's lives hell.
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ezratheunready · 10 months
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Currently working on legally changing my name bc everytime I hear my deadname it’s like a jump scare.
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technowings · 2 years
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I feel like it can't be a coincidence that the Supreme Court decided to alter Miranda before they made their ruling on Roe vs Wade.
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nerdpoe · 16 days
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It's Danny's first time doing his taxes, and he's reaching out to an online friend to help him. This is how he discovers that as far as the rest of the world is concerned, Amity Park is a barely contained zombie outbreak.
He'd made an online friend, Bart, and they played video games a lot.
Danny's fulltime job is inventing alongside his parents, and as that makes him self-employed (he doesn't work for his parents just next to them), this makes his taxes a little...scary. And it's his first tax season.
He reaches out to Bart, and asks if he knows anyone who files as self employed and if they'd be able to give him some guidance.
He can't ask his parents because, apparently, they've just been throwing random numbers on the papers and have no interest in actually doing them. Danny would like to do this properly.
Also he would like to know how his parents haven't been arrested? Questions for later.
So he shoots a message to Bart, who's apparently in the middle of some sort of sleepover with all of his old friends. Bart assures him that it's fine, and they'll all pitch in to help.
They just need to know his city and state so that the nerd of the group, some guy named Tim, can look up local state and city tax law.
When he tells them he's from Amity Park, there's no response for a good ten minutes.
What follows is a barely legible request for a phone number to call, and a group of people on the other side shouting and asking how he's avoided dying in the hellscape zombie apocalypse that is Amity Park.
Danny has no idea what the other shit means, but he's not about to dodge a chance to make a dead joke when he has one.
"I mean. If you wanna get technical, I didn't. Is...that something that'll effect my taxes?"
OR: The GIW has been lying to keep the Justice League and Justice League Dark out of Amity Park by declaring it a Disaster Zone, stating that not only is there massive pollutants in the air and soil, but that the undead run rampant and are barely contained. The wording they use, however, is a little weird upon closer inspection. It never specifies zombie, and it never says what pollutants. Danny's not super interested about that, though; he just wants to pay his taxes so that the IRS doesn't kill him in his sleep.
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typezerostudios · 10 months
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So when I become old enough to retire/be a crazy old coot, I plan to move to the border and declare war on either Missouri or Nebraska. I will execute this war by digging out one side of the river bank, and putting it on the other side, thus slowly eradicate the state I have decided to hate in my old age.
Ideally, I'll find a way to be invited to schools or other speaking events so I can enlist other people to join me, maybe even make this some sort of weird culture war, like Canada and the USA fighting over Machias Seal Island
Bonus points if I can buy land on the border, and the gradual shift means I have more land.
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elwinged · 2 months
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i find it hard to explain what kanan's death makes me feel, but:
it's just. imagine loving someone so much that you hold back death for them. imagine loving someone so much that you push them away in your final moments. imagine loving someone so much that a supernatural power recognises it and gives you back your sight so you can see your love one last time. imagine loving someone so much that your own death is inevitable and it is because of this inevitability that you can look upon your love once again, because the universe knows that there's no other choice you'd make and so it can grant you this final mercy.
i guess what i'm trying to say is:
imagine loving someone so much that the universe itself recognises your love.
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moontaingoat · 10 months
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i'm 22 years old and they've made telehealth testosterone illegal for everyone in my state. i've been getting my medication this way through plume for almost 3 years and now i have to find an in person clinic? how fucking dare they. i'm devastated. there is no good reason for T to be a class 3 substance other than to make life harder for men like me. FUCK everyone who had anything to do with this legal decision, i hope they die horribly and are mourned by no one.
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qiaowanmian · 2 months
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now all i'm saying is that had qiao wanmian just found herself a nice younger man boytoy in li xiangyi's ten year absence. well im not sure if she still would have gotten over him in a particularly healthier manner but at least she wouldn't have to suffer the sheer cringe of being in a ten year long situationship with mister wet tissue
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missingexaltation · 2 years
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Steve proposes to Eddie waaay before marriage equality comes to the USA, and (despite being a contrarian anarchist fully against the status quo) Eddie immediately says yes, because duh. It's Stevie.
They have the ceremony surrounded with family and friends, cut the cake, do the first dance, the whole shebang, and when asked, Eddie's completely fine with it being somewhat traditional as it's 'his illegal wedding to his unlawful husband'.
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anistarrose · 22 days
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I think when a lot of queer people who aspire to marriage, and remember (rightly) fighting for the right to marriage, see queer people who don't want marriage, talking about not entering or even reforming or abolishing marriage, there's an assumption I can't fault anyone for having — because it's an assumption borne of trauma — that queers who aren't big on marriage are inadvertently or purposefully going to either foolishly deprive themselves of rights, or dangerously deprive everyone of the rights associated with marriage. But that's markedly untrue. We only want rights to stop being locked behind marriages. We want an end to discrimination against the unmarried.
We want a multitude of rights for polyamorous relationships. We want ways to fully recognize and extend rights to non-romantic and/or non-sexual unions, including but not limited to QPRs, in a setting distinct from the one that (modern) history has spent so long conflating with romance and sex in a way that makes many of us so deeply uncomfortable. And many of us are also disabled queers who are furious about marriage stripping the disabled of all benefits.
We want options to co-parent, and retain legal rights to see children, that extends to more than two people, and by necessity, to non-biological parents (which, by the way, hasn't always automatically followed from same-gender marriage equality even in places where said equality nominally exists. Our struggles are not as different as you think). We would like for (found or biological) family members and siblings to co-habitate as equal members of a household, perhaps even with pooled finances or engaging in aforementioned co-parenting, without anyone trying to fit the dynamic into a "marriage-shaped box" and assume it's incestuous. We want options to leave either marriages, or alternative agreements, that are less onerous than divorce proceedings have historically been.
I can't speak for every person who does not want to marry, but on average, spurning marriage is not a choice we make lightly. We are deeply, deeply aware of the benefits that only marriage can currently provide. And we do not take that information lightly. We demand better.
Now, talking about the benefits of marriage in respective countries' current legal frameworks, so that all people can make choices from an informed place, is all well and good — but is not an appropriate response to someone saying they are uncomfortable with marriage. There are people for whom entering a marriage, with all its associated norms, expectations, and baggage, would feel like a betrayal of one's self and authenticity that would shake them to their core — and every day, I struggle to unpack if I'm one of them or not. If I want to marry for tax benefits, or not. If that's worth the risk of losing disability benefits, in the (very plausible) possibility that I have to apply for them later in life. If that's worth the emotional burden of having to explain over and over, to both well-meaning and deeply conservative family members, that this relationship is not one of romance or sex. (Because, god, trying just to explain aromanticism or asexuality in a world that broadly thinks they're "fake" is emotional labor enough.)
Marriage is a fundamental alteration to who I am, to what rights an ableist government grants me, and to how I am perceived. I don't criticize the institution just because I enjoy a "free spirit" aesthetic or think the wedding industry is annoying, or whatever.
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insomniac-ships · 2 years
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I feel like now is a good time to make this perfectly clear: I am unapologetically pro-choice. If you don't like that, block me.
Y'know what? If you're anti-abortion/pro-forced birth? Please block me. Stay far away from me. Kindly go away.
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