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Bodily autonomy includes the right to do drugs. Yes, even the drugs YOU think are bad and scary and dangerous.

People absolutely deserve access to free, compassionate recovery resources, but ONLY if they want them and find them useful.

You have to understand just how many "rehab" programs are effectively prisons, cults, or both. You have to understand and be compassionate toward the reasons behind self-medication. And above all else, you have to LISTEN to drug users about what is actually effective, useful, and wanted aid.

Otherwise you're just part of the problem.

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Shields now down to 10%...

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It’s incredibly interesting how long it can take the brain to fully realize trauma.

I had a stroke in my sleep weeks ago, and it’s only recently starting to occur to me how objectively terrifying that was to experience.

At the two week mark, I still hadn’t remembered a dream since it’d happened, which is unusual for me, a very dynamic sleeper pre-stroke.

Around the three week mark I couldn’t seem to get enough sleep and began sleeping around 15 hours a day, something I haven’t done consistently in about a decade for various reasons.

Three days ago I had a strange, twisted dream filled with the faces of people I know and an uneasy feeling. I woke up at three am consumed by the thought that people die in their sleep from a stroke suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere like it had never crossed my mind for a fleeting second thought before that could have been me and that realization has drown me in the coldest dread I have ever felt it is still flooding my chest and chilling my heart and I am trying to move forward because I got to wake up but the fear inside me is a great dragon that I have yet to slay.

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Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983

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Antique Czech Glass Charms

(c. 1890s-1930s)

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pussy wetter than the lost city of atlanta

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3 weeks and 3 days ago I had a stroke.

I went to sleep one way and woke up another.

I cannot overstate how much this has fucked up my head.

Literally and figuratively turns out.

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what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

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but on the real though, here is your guide to assyrian rice preparation from your friendly neighborhood assyrian:

start wanting rice. (or, if you are traditional, simply recognize your constant desire for rice.)

measure out two cups of rice. then one more. then two more. then another. this seems fine. you love rice. there is no way that this will backfire on you.

remember that your great-great-uncle’s recipe says it should be soaked overnight.

become consumed with despair.

decide to soak it for half an hour instead, acknowledging that the final product will be inferior and anger your ancestors but will still satisfy your now almost-overwhelming need for rice to be inside your body much faster.

remember that you should have set the water to boil when you soaked the rice. goddammit. 

once the water boils, put the rice in until it is half-cooked. the eyeballing or intuitive method is less effective than a timer but that’s how your aunt does it so you feel compelled to meet her standards.

now that the rice has fluffed up, realize how much rice six dry cups really is. holy shit. you’ve fucked up immeasurably. 

take a minute to dwell upon your failings.

grease a baking dish with butter. this will never be as elegant as you want it to and your fingers will get greasy, but the slightly shameful, self-indulgent joy of licking your fingers afterwards will make up for it.

pour the rice into the dish. wonder immediately if you actually buttered the dish beforehand and if you’ve just fucked up. 

melt approximately one thousand pounds of butter in the microwave and pour it over the rice, pondering your imminent death from rapid-onset arterial clogging. put a small pat of butter on the top to properly gild the lily.

put your pan into the oven, which you have absolutely preheated after your previous lack of foresight. shake the rice once or twice while it bakes to make sure the butter is well distributed. resist the impulse to climb into the oven with the rice. for the last ten minutes, sit next to the oven and count the seconds until it’s done.

remove the dish from the oven. shed a tear or two at the perfection laid before you. if you are dining with others, this is the time to serve the rice while making passive-aggressive statements about how oh no, you don’t need any help, you just made dinner all by yourself, you can serve everyone as well. (this is still fun if done alone, but optional.)

CONSUME THE RICE.

realize that you have eaten half of the dish in one sitting. no matter how much rice you made, this will always happen. 

put the leftovers away, if there are any, and enjoy a cup of chai while marveling at the amount of food you have just eaten. if possible, fall asleep in an armchair, sitting up, head tilted slightly back, like a grandpa.

for the rest of the evening, think fondly of how much rice you have in the fridge now and how many meals it will supplement, refusing to acknowledge that you will almost certainly eat the rest of it in a few hours for a midnight meal.

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Which is why I never understood the expression ‘you don’t have to take that lying down’ as a way to say don’t give in or give up.

Bitch, I do have to take that shit lying down because, disabled. But you better believe I’ll never give up.

At least we have laying down

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In case you're wondering what raising a kid in a polyamorous family looks like, our kid just has. Zero concept of monogamy. Like we've explained it to her many times but she just like. Forgets it's a thing and the assumed cultural norm. We're showing her Lord of the a Rings and she was very confused when Aragon rejected Eowyn.

"Wait, I thought they liked each other??"

"She likes him but he's already with Arwen."

"So?? He could just be with both??"

Anyway enjoy this meme I found about it

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The judge also ordered that no further detainees be brought in while the camp is wound down.