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SweaterKittensAhoy!

@sweaterkittensahoy / sweaterkittensahoy.tumblr.com

I'm here. I'm queer. My gender is unclear. Bisexual enby. They/Them. Erotica, smut, and porn depending on one's definition. Not a minor by a long shot. If your feminism excludes women, you're not a feminist; you're an asshole assisting the patriarchy.

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Well, just my AO3 right now. I'm perpetfic. You might know me from Speirton or Phlint or Barisi or many other options. I've been around a long time.

Currently very deep into Masters of the Air with no signs of slowing down. Including OCs, which is a new one for me.

Oh, and prompt-taking status! Prompts are: OPEN

I think my bio covers everything else.

Begging on my knees for the non-jews who follow me to 1)read this and 2)reblog this without removing me from the reblog. Please. The Jewish people in your life are not okay. They are in danger. I LEFT AMERICA because I saw this coming. And I was RIGHT. I'm asking you please reblog and read it, non-Jews. Please. Just this once. Take the time. It's not accusing you of anything. It's just asking you to consider opening your heart to us. We are telling the truth about how bad things are. We really are.

Still the funniest thing I have ever had said to me for being a Zionist. This is from ages ago when I had a lot of people up my ass because I don't hate Jews and was also putting a fandom writer on blast for being a fucking Nazi. I went to double-check that was the reason this person was mad at me, and shocking no one, now that there's a ceasefire, not a fucking recent word on Gaza.

Sean got a new job (yay!) and started this week. Bean just barked at the mailman then lost it when hearing Sean pull up after, and I can't get off the couch to get in front of her and reminding her about her manners.

She is very loud.

(She will settle down; it's not a big deal, but I am NOT in the mood.)

Anyway, here's the dumbass:

(Sean apologizes for his socks; I don't actually care.)

I understand that people who crochet for a living and post patterns need to be able to turn out a lot of work quickly. This is why, I'm pretty sure, you see so many shawls and bags and hat/hand warmer combos from people. These are projects that are quick to make and easy to adjust with any sort of stitch pattern.

But for fuck's sake, could you use some fucking color. Just. Not brown or cream or gray for one goddamn project. I'll take a pastel. I'll take butter fucking yellow. Just some fucking color if I have to scroll past five pocket scarves that all look the fucking same.

Apparently ICE now has agents posing as utility workers to get into people's homes. The electric and gas companies have posted information on how to tell if it's one of their workers, and numbers to call to confirm whether they've sent someone to do utility work on your house.

Stay safe, friends.

I can't think of a stupider thing to do in fucking Gresham than fake being a utility worker in the one PDX neighborhood with Trump signs and confederate flags commonly displayed.

Why the fuck are they going after Gresham? They might actually have people on their side there. Well, they DID at least. They fucking won't now.

Ok breaking containment for this one because I need everyone who will listen to hear this.

Women who suffer bad cramps are told cramps shouldn't affect school/work/etc, but no one ever investigates further because no one can possibly know if what someone experiences is just typical pain or something much worse.

Well after 15 years of stage 4 treatment-resistant endometriosis that came with pain as bad as, if not worse than, actual labor contractions every month, all the while being told I was 'typical' and 'just had bad cramps', I've finally been healed (another post for another time). I have had what everyone describes as the elusive 'normal period pain' for several months now, and I am begging you to look me in the eyes and listen because I need everyone who can hear this to hear this.

I have been on both sides of this. I have the hard-earned knowledge of what a period 'should' feel like.

If you have to put in any effort to hide your cramps, you need to get help.

Even during of the PEAK OF CRAMPING (i.e., as bad as your cramps possibly get), you should still be able to stand, speak, walk, eat, work, and sleep with no problems. These tasks should require very-little-to-no extra effort beyond what you would normally do when you aren't on your period. When you do these things, you should feel grumpy and a little bit icky and maybe a twinge of nerves and NOTHING MORE.

If you have to sit in the corner and hope no one approaches you because you can't speak or stand without showing pain, even slightly, you need to get help. If your pain is showing on your face, you need to get help. And most importantly, IF YOUR PAIN DOES NOT RESPOND TO 1-2 TYLENOL OR IBUPROFEN, YOU NEED TO GET HELP.

Your period cramps should make you grumpy. Your period cramps should make you feel a little icky and tired. Your period cramps should make you feel your insides existing/moving a bit and a twinge of nerves that makes you groan slightly then the "pain" should stop there, NOTHING MORE.

If your cramps put you on the floor but you make believe you're the captain of a ship who has just been stabbed and has to hide it to fight on, and you force yourself to power through the day, please understand: you are not okay, that does not make you okay. Just because you can power through the pain doesn't mean you aren't sick. If you have to force yourself through any basic task beyond the effort it takes you to do when you aren't on your period, and I am holding your face and looking you in the eye as I say this because I need you to hear me: You aren't normal. You don't 'just have bad cramps'. You are sick and you need to get help.

Now most people will tell you if your cramps are beyond a 3 out of 10 on the pain scale, you should see a doctor. While this is usually true, you have to consider chronic pain CAN AND WILL BREAK YOUR PAIN SCALE. Most people will only compare pain they currently feel to pain they may experience one day but probably never will. "Sure these cramps feel bad now, but if I had a leg amputated with no anesthesia, that would hurt WAY worse, so this pain can't be that bad-" No. Your pain is what it is, objectively, full stop. My cramps were at a 10 out of 10 every. Single. Time. And nobody told me claiming they were a 6-8 because I thought to myself 'what if I lose a limb one day?' was completely wrong. 10 pain is 10 pain. And if there's something that hurts worse than that, guess what. The thing you are experiencing right now is still a 10 out of 10 on the pain scale. Just because you experience it every month doesn't mean it's magically not as bad is it is. And if your pain is worse than a 3 out of 10, you need to get help.

Now when I say get help, I mean find the root cause of your pain. You can't just throw drugs and hormones at it without knowing what it causing your pain. Endometriosis, fibroids, pcos, cancer, adenomyosis, polyps, thyroid issues, there is always a cause. And if you leave it untreated, it will grow and get worse to the point where it resists treatment and the drugs and hormones you've been throwing at it for years don't work anymore. You have to find a doctor that will investigate. If your doctor tells you you 'just have bad cramps' get a new doctor. I know you've been told that but please hear me: no one ever just has bad cramps. A healthy human body doesn't spontaneously cause itself pain so bad you can't stand up; there is ALWAYS a cause.

I was sick for more than 15 years. My entire life was put on hold and now I'm in my late 20s trying desperately to play catch up for everything I missed. I want to pick up 12yo me, spin her around, and tell her she doesn't have to die before she finally stops hurting. I don't want anyone to suffer the same fate I did simply because everyone told them they were normal. A little twinge of pain here and there is normal, suffering is not. I promise you your pain is real, it is not normal, and dear heavenly day I am begging you you need to get help now.

TL;DR: There is no such thing as 'just bad cramps.' If you feel anything more than grumpy, icky, and pain greater than a 3 out of 10, you need to find out what's wrong with you before it gets worse.

My pain scale is completely broken because of awful endo. The first time I felt what an actual period cramp was supposed to be (I had an IUD; I got six months of bliss before the endo won again), I wanted to sit down and cry. It wasn't bad cramps. I wasn't overreacting. Take someone's pain fucking seriously goddamnit.

My thyroid got tested multiple times, but not once until I was 30 and finally willing to try to get taken seriously again did a doctor actually ask about the history of my pain and also my family history. Two minutes later, I had an endo diagnosis. When the endo defeated the IUD in combat, my doctor refused to put me through a biopsy because "There is no reason to put you through surgery when all the treatment options are just trying out birth control to see if something works."

Spoiler: It never worked. But at least I had a doctor who didn't think I was a liar because I was AFAB and in pain on my period.

So, this run of fatigue is caused by having slipped and pissed off my left hip hard enough to piss off my right lower back. I'm very talented.

Anyway, after several days of ibies not seeming to do much, I decided to try the anti-inflammatories the hip doctor gave me for calming down everything before we moved onto injections.

I can now say for certain the ibies were doing more than I thought. I'm sorry, ibies, I shouldn't have doubted you.

The last time I played Puck, the director was a huge freak about not letting us wear shoes on stage because it would "ruin the look", but we all kept eating shit, and instead of just letting us wear skintone dance shoes or something with grip, motherfucker poured Pepsi on the floor so it'd be sticky and we had to schlorp around. I fucking hate you, David.

Why couldn't this have been a one time I dreamt

Coking the stage (mopping it with diluted soda so it's a little sticky) is a legitimate low-budget tactic for slick floors, but he just poured so much Pepsi on the floors that for about a whole week, it was audible.

Maybe the course of true love would run a little fucking smoother if we didn't have to ford your Pepsi river, DAVID.

I would just quit. Fuck people like that. It's easy to walk away

No it's not. Didn't you read the post? There was dried Pepsi everywhere.

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I love how it doesn't matter what expedition it is.

They all turn into excited kids when they meet penguins.

The Penguin: GIANTS! no way! I’m gonna wave at them THEY WAVED BACK! Holy Shit they’re dancing with me! My Wife is never gonna believe this OMG I got to dance with a Giant today so cool.

The Humans: Penguin! No way! I’m gonna wave at it IT WAVED BACK! Holy Shit it’s flapping with me! I got to play with a Penguin today; so cool.

where's the joy and whimsy guy? Have they found this one yet?

Joy and whimsy detected! This post is joyful and whimsical!

Who am I to deny a penguin some joy and whimsy 🐧

I am fatigued today. When I was putting on my pajamas last night, my right-side lower back did...something and things are uncomfortable. I have ibies and am on the heating pad. If you want me to see something, please tag or message me. I am around but foggy

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