Quinn | she/her | 26 | virgo | queer af | autistic | 🇨🇦 | Mostly just dropout shit at this point | mutals or not feel free to message me any random bullshit I crave that message notification
It’s weird to think that some people aren’t daydreaming 24/7 and creating all kinds of stories and worlds in their heads. Do you mean that when you’re listening to music or walking somewhere your mind is just blank? Sounds weird.
everyone dunking on that automated fleshlight sex toy needs to remember that disabled people get horny too ok đź’ś
having a masturbator that moves itself, holds your phone, and gives the user exact and immediate control of speed and intensity is fucking revolutionary for disabled people who cannot jack off without assistive devices. for some reason nobody wants to talk about disabled people masturbating but since all of you #sexpositive #feminists agree that jacking off is normal and good and everyone should be able to do it, you have to extend that sentiment to disabled people too. people who cannot move their hands/arms get horny. people who have no core strength get horny. if you physically cannot hump a fleshlight or use a manual sex toy or give yourself a handjob then it is very difficult to experience sexual pleasure without another person involved.
disabled people deserve sex toys that work with their bodies. disabled people deserve to be able to sexually pleasure themselves. disabled people deserve adapted sex toys that the entire fucking internet does not decide to make “lazy basement dweller creep” jokes about.
Reminder that in the 1970s, disabled man Gosnell Duncan, who was paralyzed from the waist down, created body-safe silicone and silicone dildos as a response to the needs of the disabled community. Duncan’s work was important in bringing sex toys — particularly dildos — into the public eye, meaning they became much more accessible for all Americans.
You can’t disconnect sex toys from disability and disability history. If you use any body-safe silicone today, sex toy or not, you have Duncan to thank.
Also, this website has really really great accessible sex toys and other sex accessories (chairs, cushions) Their stuff is priced pretty well too, considering that it’s high quality stuff.
A code status is what you want the hospital to do if your heart or breathing stops, and we’ve got two basic options: full code which means we do EVERYTHING and Do Not Resuscitate or DNR which means we do less than everything. There’s like little add-ons like intubated or not intubated, or blood products or no blood products, but that’s basic gist of it. Do you want us to try everything we can to save your life or if your heart stops, is that it? And then we take that information and put it in your chart and make it very prominent in case we need to find it quickly in an emergency. Jane Doe, 72 years old, DNR. John Whatsisname, 49 years old, full code. Like that.
Anyway I’d like to propose a third code status that we’ll call “DNR!!!” This is when you not only don’t want heroic measures to extend your life, you are so excited to die. I thought of this recently when getting report on a patient, and the day nurse talking to me was like, “Alice Smith, 80 years old, DNR and she will tell you that herself.” And I was like, “I don’t think code status is gonna come up organically,” and the nurse was like, “It won’t, but she’ll tell you anyway.” And then I introduced myself to the patient, and like three minutes in as we’re talking about pain meds, she goes, “and by the way, when I’m dead, I’m DEAD. Don’t be bringing me back! Every woman in my family has lived past 90, and I’m here to break that tradition! NO one needs to live that long, and I certainly don’t, and frankly it’s indecent for me to have made it this far. God willing the reaper will come for me any day now. I would never take actions to make him come sooner, but I’m not moving that fast and he is DAWDLING. Disgusting. No work ethic these days. And don’t bother with a grave, just chuck me out the window and let the birds at me.”
And I’m like “so is that a no to the tylenol”
And she was like “oh no, I’d love some tylenol and a warm blanket too. Now look at me. I’ve done everything I could possibly want to do in this world and quite a few things I didn’t want to do, and personally I don’t think I should have to keep doing things. I’d also love a cranberry juice.”
Anyway. DNR!! I’m sorry to say she made it through the night completely unscathed.
my roommate who is like. the most straight laced cis dude ever. just came into the living room and said “the masculine urge to get pregnant.” then stood there for a second before leaving silently.
the rule of fandoms is that if someone has a character in their url or bio they either understand that character well enough to give a 3 hour unscripted lecture on the subject OR they’re really obsessed with their version of that character thats an entirely different made up guy. and theres literally never an in between
