Nico

Cosplayer, Lover of all things dark and wonderful, and bunnies www.facebook.com/nicolettemck

I love my job.

Omg my job is just the coolest. Working in a comic book/ card game shop and cafe :-D

batteredshoes:

mybignurse:

It’s apparently Batman day, so I’m giving this gem a spin. ‘Batman and Robin’, credited to ‘the Sensational Guitars of Dan & Dale’. This album actually features Sun Ra and the Blues Project playing some amazing funky go-go madness as part of one of the best uncredited session groups ever. Very cool stuff!

I had this record when I was a kid.  Because old.

batteredshoes:

mybignurse:

It’s apparently Batman day, so I’m giving this gem a spin. ‘Batman and Robin’, credited to ‘the Sensational Guitars of Dan & Dale’. This album actually features Sun Ra and the Blues Project playing some amazing funky go-go madness as part of one of the best uncredited session groups ever. Very cool stuff!

I had this record when I was a kid.  Because old.

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africancheewahwah:

The fact that most guys’ first response to a woman wanting equality is “SO CAN I HIT U NOW” is sort of terrifying
Like that’s the first thing you’re concerned about? I just want equal pay and you want to punch me in the face? Cool cool

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I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.

I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.

Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.

When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.

And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.

I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.

I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.

Curious Georgiana

Such an amazing story. Thank you for sharing.

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(Source: sexistmorons, via natsusakura)