foolish mistakes, but whatever, they are all mine.
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designing and animating a diverse cast of women is hard
translation: we’re afraid to make women look different and “ugly” by giving them emotions that aren’t cutesy and cuddly because that would give people the idea that they’re human and not dolls to sell for Disney profit
this post is back and 10x better
welcome to womens clothing where the sizes are made up and the measurements don’t matter
I’m sick of how bisexuality is erased in LGBT spaces. I get really nervous before any LGBT event, especially Pride. I feel incredibly sad and hopeless when gay and lesbian people call me insulting names. If gay and lesbian people … Continue reading →
Amazing cartoon (with extended transcript underneath) about being Black and bisexual, and the dangers as well as the benefits of attending Pride events.
A new comic about
misogynoir and sapphobiaat London LGBT events this year.
ETA: it’s been brought to my attention that I gendered our hero in this comic and failed to reflect the terms they use to describe their oppression. Sorry.
Also, I only just noticed that the testimony below the comic includes information about their experience of racism and biphobia at Brighton Pride. Be sure to read that bit too.
Does anyone get me when I say that I perform health for doctors and nurses and concern trolls etc??? Tomorrow morning I’m going to get some regular blood tests done for diabetes and graves disease and tonight I am constantly monitoring my blood sugar so I don’t turn up tomorrow (after fasting tonight since 9pm so they can do hba1c) with a Proper Blood Sugar Level. I capitalise that because endocrinologists constantly fuckin’ sweat the Proper Blood Sugar Level and don’t have any fucking idea what it’s like to be diabetic (none of the endos I’ve seen in my 17 years as a type 1 diabetic have ever had the condition themselves).
So I go into the appointment, let the endo talk to me like I’m a noob who has no experience with the minutiae of diabetic life, wait for him to mention my weight, brace myself for the disparaging comments that do nothing to help me or my health outcome (you notice they say “lose weight” and don’t fucking say how because they know only a small percentage of people can lose more than 15% of their body weight and keep it off long term), nod dumbly at those comments and any other paternalistic bullshit and hold my hand out for another pathology form and some scripts.
These endocrinologists just demand me to perform health as a compliant diabetic, only ever seeing one facet of my whole human condition, because it’s too fucking hard to see how everything intertwines. I perform health not just as a diabetic but a diabetic with mental illnesses. It’s like the endos I’ve seen draw this line in the sand and say they’ll treat a patient like me to this point (the line is where the diabetes ends) but fail to realise that I am the sand and all the grains of sand are all the bits of me that can’t be sorted into neat piles labelled “diabetes stuff”, “bipolar stuff”, “ptsd stuff”, “social anxiety stuff” and so on.
So tomorrow I will go to the pathology office, and Nick will come with me because I freak out if I have to go anywhere alone. Tonight I will go to sleep willing my body to behave so my data is perfectly average and hopefully when I go to the clinic my blood pressure won’t be high again because I’m panicking. (Last time he prescribed pills for that.)
This. So much this.
I’m not a doctor but I have been studying to be one. I take courses time and again, but I take them online because there’s no way I can afford medical school. Even if I wasn’t coming into an appointment equipped with already knowing about my conditions, I’ve had them long enough that I think I have ‘the skinny’ as it were, on what’s what. But my doctor- who is younger than me, by the by, insists on giving me intro talks on diabetes no matter what I’ve actually called to come in about.
It’s a colossal waste of both our time and my insurance money. I -know- what diabetes is. I know what diabetes does. I get that this is a scary sickness but why, after I’ve had it for years now, she assumes I don’t know fact one about it and has to give me the same talk everytime…..