The amendment appears on a funding bill for the Departments of Labor, Health and Human Services, and Education. If it remains in the final bill, the amendment would cut 15% of federal adoption funding to states and localities that penalize adoption agencies that refuse to place children in families that conflict with the agency’s “sincerely held religious beliefs or convictions.”
it hasn’t happened yet, so there’s still time to reach out to your representatives about it
also, i can guarantee you that no big media outlets are ever not bothering to cover huge stories that a lot of people care about
The night I had the freaky puppet dream, I was woken up in the middle of the night because my phone, out of nowhere, decided to play “Sonic Boom” by Venus Hum super loud and scare the crap out of me.
I wonder if my apartment is haunted but Nebula keeps the ghosts from making too much trouble so they got fed up and just decided to pull a prank on me in the middle of the night. That’s the only explanation I can think of for how that even happened.
My number one tip for straight men (I mean, it could conceivably work for other genders and sexualities, but you’d have to adjust it quite a bit) is: inagine they’re a man.
Imagine that you just randomly told some bloke in a pub that he has beautiful eyes.
That you walked up behind your coworker Jim and started caressing his neck and shoulders while talking to him about the budget.
That you just sent a large and unexplained bouquet of flowers to Darren in Accounting.
That instead of complimenting a coworker on her breasts, you complimented him on his dick.
Does the action now seem weird? Uncomfortable? Do you no longer want to do it now that it isn’t directed at somebody you are sexually attracted to?
That strongly suggests that your action has a sexual aspect to it and therefore probably counts as sexual harassment!
I have a large, colorful tattoo on one arm. I’ve had multiple strange men cross a room to tell me how awesome it is, frequently while I’m at work, and it has never made me uncomfortable.
A couple of weeks ago, someone yelled out a car at me ‘I FUCKING LOVE YOUR BOOTS’, which was awesome.
It’s just… it’s really not hard to compliment people in a way that isn’t creepy, if your goal is actually to compliment them and not to slide a ‘btw I’m thinking about fucking you’ under the radar.
And the fact that some guys have NO IDEA how to do this really shows what’s wrong with our society.
I would like to sincerely thank my brain from the depths of my soul for letting me dream about Maxine Gray being my surrogate mom and rescuing her from an abusive father who knocked her out and left her to drown in the complex swimming pool instead of..you know…the nasty surprise I found on my bookshelf last night.
So there I was, upside down on my yoga ball, trying to work the pain out of my lower back, when I look to my right and see the lower half of my horror section of my library. This is the closest my books have to a Shelf of Shame as I tend to order fiction with my favorites toward the top shelf. And there I see my Anne R*ce books (censored because I don’t want her to sue me). Now as my snark at her expense might tell you, I’m not much of a fan. But my dad had these in his possession when he died and I’m a horror fan so I thought I’d hang onto them. His copies of Lest!t and Interview with a Vamp were pretty well worn but I saw a trilogy I was unfamiliar with and had never cracked open. It’s less than a month before my dad’s Deathiversary and its been on my mind I figured screw it and cracked it open.
So anyway that’s how I learned I’ve been playing host to some of my late father’s erotica for the last nine years.
And I took pictures but I decided not to post them you’re welcome
(Tbf these books looked like they’d never been read but fuck me come on.)
Me @my brain last night: What. The. Hell. Was. That?!?!?!
Ok buckle in because this shit was weird even for me.
First of all there was this evil sorceress named Demelza. And she decided to take over and possess Rasputin. Yes. That Rasputin. Only he was a marionette.
Then Lord Zedd showed up. Or maybe he and Raspumelza were the same person? And he was growing all the Power Rangers monsters using the purple ooze Ivan Ooze had from the first movie. And he was making the ooze in my bathroom and growing the monsters by pouring it onto my bedroom floor. Like my actual floor in my actual apartment. Which are genuine hardwood so i was genuinely worried they were going to stain my floor and ruin my deposit.
Then Sherlock Holmes showed up and he had blond curly hair and he was a warrior king? And his lady assistant (a wife maybe idk?) Stripped him and put him in armor but then he ripped his helmet off and broke it with his bare hands.
Also literally everyone was puppets. Literally everyone was a puppet.
The Paradox Machine 