so one of the high school buses flipped over and this was the picture they used in the newspaper
Feminine urge to just ghost everyone because you're done with your emotions.
Still baffles me how insurance companies can just... deny treatment.
This medical professional has worked with a person and used their expertise to determine that they need to have this surgery to fix a problem that may be potentially deadly if left untreated. This professional has seen many people have this treatment and they know it works and is the most viable solution.
But this insurance company can just... decide it's not necessary and refuse to cover it. Then the patient is forced to choose between letting themselves deteriorate and possibly die, or going into immense debt and barely being able to afford basic necessities.
Like, what the actual fuck.
I just remembered a time in seventh grade right after I cut my hair short when some random transphobic kid on my bus decided to strike up a conversation and I was just tired and done with his shit, so it went something like this.
Him: are you a boy or a girl?
Me: I'm a girl, I use she/her pronouns
Him: okay but like, are you *really*? Like, what's... down there?
Me: Are you asking to see my pussy? Because it sounds like you want to see my pussy.
Needless to say, the other kids laughed at him, and he shut the fuck up. I still am proud of that comeback, but also, goddamn I was a *feral* little twelve year old.
It's wishiwashi
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'I want to go on a walk or ride my bike!'
*remembering that it's cold as fuck outside and I'm already in pain and very fatigued*
'Actually I'm not gonna do that nevermind'
Worst dog name, go.
I have absolutely no idea what this blog will hold. random thoughts? art? stories? probably just whatever comes to mind. you can call me Iris. she/her
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