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theforesteldritch · 4 months

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My mom's going back to university to study to become a therapist and her biopsych textbook is... interesting. It straight up states that XX chromosomes=female and XY=male, no variation or exceptions, forget about the existance of monosomy or trisomy of sex chromosomes I guess let alone AIS, Swyer syndrome or de la chappelle syndrome. Oh but wait it gets worse. It later brings up intersex variations as 'exceptions that prove the rule' of bullshit binary ideas about sex and brings up some case studies, one of which is about a woman with CAIS and then proceeds to invite a debate over if she should be told the truth and that she has CAIS. Im going to fucking rip a wall apart, at least my mom has me as the context to know that that's bullshit, but what about people that just take that at face value? People that want to go on to be psychologists or therapists? They're going to fuck any intersex patients up so bad if they think it's debatable if we should be told the truth about our intersex-ness, and not only that but think its ok to surgically 'treat' us without telling us or giving any semblance of informed consent.

I'm reminded of how I read about how one intersex woman had to break into her doctor's office to steal her medical records, because she knew something was up but even as an adult they refused to tell her. And how intersex people are far more likely to have poor physical and mental health, a good chunk of that probably attributable to the fact that shit like this happens and so we're probably more likely to avoid doctors and mental health professionals and not trust them, for pretty good reason. Some of the things I went through during diagnosis and right after and some of the things they did were traumatic and violating. But at least they fucking told me I have CAIS and gave me a say in my plan for treatment/monitoring when I pushed back. The bar is so low that despite how horrible and traumatic some of that and how I was treated was, to the point where I'm still processing certain things almost 3 years later, by other standards I got incredible care. Because at least they fucking told me. That is the bare fucking minimum. No, that's lower than the minimum, or should be, but we've been mistreated by the medical system so much that telling us we're intersex at all is a step in the direction of progress.

But people, supposedly mental health professionals and doctors, want to debate if we should be granted the basic decency of knowing.

#moth rambles #intersex #intersexism #lgbtq #moth vents

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reidslovely · 2 years

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Flashing Lights (TASM! Peter Parker)

Request: Yes/No

Summary: After realizing his feelings for (Y/N) Peter has become a lovesick puppy. Following, drooling, and standing guard around the girl he loves. One night at a weekend party everything comes to a head.

Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Content Warning: Sexual allusions, Drinking- everyone is 21+, Peter gets into a physical altercation but no one is hurt, Mentions of drug use.

As always please reblog, I love getting likes but reblogs help us writers way more! 💚

The chill of the New York winter was left at the doorway of the frat house, instead the warmth of the crowd took its place. Even without the height in his senses he would know when she made her entrance. The sweet scent of her perfume wafted through the air, mixing with the alcohol in the air. It was a deadly mixture, one that if strong enough could bring him to his knees. Flashing LED lights filling the house, every color reflecting the situations of people in the crowd.

Red, coating the faces of the lovers kissing, disappearing up the stairs.

Pink, washing the blush off the cheeks of strangers in love, even for a night.

Blue.

Blue washed over the face of Peter Parker, the faux blonde had his eyes glued in her direction. Similar to how prey would stalk prey, every step she took he called her next three. (Y/N) looked at him, finally caving into her friend's gaze. She smiled at him, carrying out something sweet, something so innocent. She had no idea what it did to him, or maybe she did and much like himself didn’t want to admit it. Peter watched as her figure disappeared into the kitchen, his second nature kicked in. He pushed himself off the wall excusing himself from Harry’s rambling. He followed the trail her perfume left, wishing he could bathe himself in it. This feeling had been sort of new for Peter, at least one he hadn’t felt since high school. Even then, it had never been this strong. (Y/N) made him so ecstatic, so nervous, so..unlike himself.

He was in love, and it made him sick.

“We made jungle juice, know s’your favorite.”

Pinning her between himself and the counter was his reflex, for her it was annoying he assumed. But to him? Those seconds of intimacy kept him awake at night. Lovesick bastard.

His eyes found her as she turned to face him, his eyes glistening at her, he couldn’t help but smile when she smiled back. “Thanks Peter, but none for me. I’ve got a psych test in the morning.”

With those words she was ducking out from underneath his arms, Pete let her go leaning back against the counter as he watched her browse the snack table. Bringing him back to the night they had first met.

Peter stood against the wall with Harry, the two passing a bottle between each other. The Alpha Phi house quickly grew in bodies that night. Out of the two boys Peter was the mysterious one, besides Harry’s desperate attempts to be rich and brooding the two on him didn’t mix well. Peter shifted his weight as a sweet scent overtook the room, he was seemingly the only one who noticed. His eyes floated through the room trying to figure where it had come from. A grunt escaped Harry as Peter, too forcefully, had pushed the bottle into his stomach as he started to follow the smell.

“I don’t know..it’s just..” Her voice was an auditory representation of her perfume. Her laugh, god her laugh. “These aren’t my events Mary you know this.”

The girl perused the shitty snacks his frat brothers had laid out. After catching a glimpse of her face, he recognized her immediately.

“Dr. Black..”

The girl looked up in confusion, her brows nearly touching each other. Peter cleared his throat, his face going red. This was unlike him, he was always so calm and collected when talking to girls.

“We have BioPsych together. With Dr. Black.”

“Right..Right!” Her smile distracted from the bright lights of the kitchen. “Peter you’re the Biophysics major.”

“You’re thepsychology major. (Y/N).”

(Y/N) nodded as she popped a chip in her mouth, shrugging her shoulders. “I didn’t know you were..you don’t look the type to be-”

“In a frat? It pays for the schooling.” He smiles leaning on the table. “Even if I don’t look the type I’m too pretty not to be doing something like this.” He laughed, putting his hand down to prop himself up. (Y/N) pulled her lips down, impressed, holding back a laugh as she watched him. There he was, cool and confident.

“You’re hands in salsa, pretty boy.”

She passed him a salas, but stayed put. Peter lifted his hand letting out a disgusted sigh.

“Oy, gross.”

“So I was thinking.” (Y/N) walked back towards him, putting a few chips in his hand. Peter tossed a few in his mouth as he watched her approach him, he smiled at her.

“Oh no not again.” He groaned, tossing his head back. (Y/N) smacked his chest as she leaned against the counter with him. “Kidding kidding. Tell me what your beautiful self came up with.”

“Not me, Harry.” (Y/N) corrected, pointing at the blonde mingling with a group of girls. “He’s going to the Bahamas for Spring Break I guess, and according to him I am supposed to convince you to go.”

“Are you going?” He grabbed a new drink, cracking it against the counter top.

“If you are.”

The answer was as simple as that, he would follow her anywhere. “Sure I’ll go. Tell Harry as long as he pays for me!” He says loudly, Harry holding his drink up signaling that he heard his friend's request.

“Can we-”

“There you are.” A males voice filled the air of the kitchen cutting Peter. “Kenji!”

The excitement in her voice was so sweet to hear, but it wasn’t towards him instead towards this- this..dude who engulfed her in a hug.

“Pete this is Kenji, Kenji this my Peter, no my best friend Peter.” She introduced him clumsily, but still she called him ‘her Peter’

“Nice to meet you Benji! Like the dog, yeah?”

“No, it’s Kenji!” He yelled over the music, Peter’s hand squeezing his a bit too harshly.

“Oh okay. Kenny I got ya.” Peter smirked, winking at him as he dropped the competition's hand.

Kenji wiped his hand on his shirt before looking at (Y/N). “Do you wanna dance?” Peter’s face felt hot, his insides felt hot. He couldn’t move, couldn’t stop her as she passed Peter her drink before following the stranger out to the living room. His nostrils flared, as he let out a huff downing both of their drinks.

The lights started flashing again. The reds, pinks, and blues coating the angel face of his girl grinding up against some random guy. He was being unreasonable, he knew that. He wasn’t a random guy to her, they seemed plenty acquainted. The way Kenji’s hands brought her hips back against his as they danced.

He’s probably fucked her.

Says that bitter little voice in the back of his head. He couldn’t blame her Peter had never been all that upfront about his feelings towards her. Feelings were complicated since Gwen, he was never really sure he’d allow himself to love like that again. Then she walked into the first party of sophomore year, and it took years for himself to even allow himself to think he loved her.

Peter sniffled, the air in the room drying out his nose. Or maybe he was holding back the one dramatic tear he would see in shitty movies like this.

“Parker. Wanna dance?”

Peter looked at the red head, tilting the drink towards her. “I’m good Watson, thanks.” He took his body off the counter, pushing past the girls attempting to talk to him asking him to dance. All Peter wanted was to reach his room, roll a joint, and go to sleep. Stupid fucking party.

As he pushed through the crowd he caught their bodies pushed closer together as he approached them. He wrapped his right hand tightly around the beer bottle and prepared for the role of a lifetime.

“Oh fuck!” Kenji yelled, jolting his body forward.

“Dude, I am so sorry.” Peter said in faux shock. His hands patting at Kenji’s shirt. “I’m really sorry about that Benji, I was just walking and I tripped.”

“It’s fucking Kenji dude.”

Peter bit back a smirk at the outburst, his eyebrows lifted. “Why are you looking at me like you’re fucking stupid?” He asked shoving Peter, who had a dead eyed stare at the guy.

“Dude, I told you it was an accident.”

“Okay you’re done here.” Harry and a few other brothers stepped between the two. The two bigger guys carried Kenji out by his shoulders, as he yelled for Peter to follow him out.

“Alright, get back to your party, nothing to see here.” Peter yells to the crowd, grabbing (Y/N)’s arm pulling her through the crowd to the stairs.

“Peter. Peter!” (Y/N) yanked her arm from his grip after they got into his room. Peter let out a slight laugh covering his mouth. He looked at her, tilting his head.

“Oh come on he was a douche bag.”

“You acted like one first!” She yelled, annoyance in her voice. Peter scoffed sitting on his bed.

“I didn’t like the way he was grabbing you. He grabbed you like you were an object.” He reasoned pulling the stash box out.

“Like you just did? Why do you even care, Peter?” She asks, crossing her arms over her chest. The upset obvious in her face, she pulled the box away from him. “Answer me. Do you know something I do-”

“I’m in love with you.”

Silence fell into the room, the music bumping from downstairs was the only thing they could hear. But the thumping of the music couldn’t be told apart from either of their heartbeats. He looked from the ground to her, jaw clenched and eyes looking at him in shock. She was waiting for more. “How long?”

“A while..” Pete shrugged as he stood up, taking cautious steps towards her. “I just realized about..three weeks ago. The double date.”

(Y/N) uncrossed her arms, her hands cradling her face, fingers pressing against her eyes. Peter took her hands off her face, replacing them with his own as he admired her. “You don’t have to say it back. You deserved to know though, I know I haven’t been very good at communicating either.”

Thumbs stroked her cheeks as they talked, his eyes taking in every feature on her face. “But I’m ready now, for anything you are willing to give me. I just really..need to hear you say something.”

“Kiss me.”

Peter furrowed his brows, before leaning in and capturing her lips in a kiss. His hands held her head in place as his tongue brushed over hers. He hummed as her hands grabbed his hoodie holding him close as he pulled away.

“I love you too, but I was scared you wouldn’t let me say it before you kissed me.” She responded. Peter smiled, pulling her into another kiss, his arms wrapping around her bottom as he lifted her up, the two sharing a knowing laugh as they broke apart.

“Easy tiger, I want a date first.” She jokes as he settles her on the bed, her hands trailing through his hair.

“Technically, we’ve been on one.”

Peter looked at her with a smirk on his lips, as he brushed hair from her face. (Y/N) gives in, not wanting to play this game too long.

“Fine you win on technicality.”

Peter kissed her cheek, mumbling a pathetic response, thankful for the music blaring through the house.

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