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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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sprachtraeume: “ historical-nonfiction: “ When women got the vote, around the world. New Zealand was first, and Saudi Arabia was most recent – although women still do not have full voting rights there, as they may only vote or run for office in...
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When women got the vote, around the world.

New Zealand was first, and Saudi Arabia was most recent – although women still do not have full voting rights there, as they may only vote or run for office in municipal elections not national elections.

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Guys. What the fuck.

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So it doesn’t say what the apostrophes are for, but 1917 in Canada only applied federally to white women either serving in the military or with a close relative serving (son, huband, etc). Full suffrage was only granted in Canada in 1960 (!) when Inuit and status First Nations of both genders were allowed to vote. Similarly, ethnic Asian and South Asian Canadian citizen women AND men could not vote until the late 40s. 1917 only applies to a narrow segment of white Canadian women with military connections.

Source: reddit.com
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Anonymous asked:

i'm thinking very hard about the last episode when 'A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square' will play as they eat at the Ritz and I will flip a table, crying. there's no way they won't play that song omg

They surely will :). The question is what kind of version will they play since a lot of talented people recorded the song over the years. Or a new one?

a nightingale sang in berkeley square the final ritz scene which version would you prefere? Anonymous
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I am abt to lose my fuckin mind because I happened upon this gender reveal party. and like it’s soo over the top expensive

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And like I’m like. Oh great, a horse themed gender reveal party.

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complete with like … just truly excessive foods and of course, themed cocktails

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and this sign which like… the fragility of like *not* italicizing the word ‘colt’. Like imagine being this weird abt gender

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with like, a bucket that eventually ‘revealed’ the gender

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But like… the picture that really just completely undid me, for this party which surely was more money than many weddings -

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it’s not a horse themed gender reveal party. It’s a gender reveal party FOR A HORSE. I can’t even like imagine the life that would lead to hosting a gender reveal party for a not-yet-born horse. Think abt getting an invitation to this. the cis are at it again.

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Borrowed Parts

I don’t know who Savannah was
And those words hold guilt,
As though she was a being I was meant to care for
But could not

I remember wisps of her sometimes.
A longing, naive earnestness, a darkness,
And a grey static void like a throwaway character that showed up only once
But continued to live in the background of a story they had no part in.

I watched as she cobbled together a life from spare character traits
Borrowed parts of the only things that held meaning for her-

The Doctor and MacGyver and Luke Skywalker and Clint Barton

But those borrowed parts just wouldn’t stick together right.
Their character traits alone couldn’t make a real person.

And finally when a breathing husk alone stood in the way of decently failing to exist,
She had long ceased to be, if she had ever been.
Maybe if the car crashed or the lightening struck just right
She would be relieved of her husk as well.

And so in desperation I told her parents they were losing their daughter
And then I cut off her hair, I removed her breasts and ovaries and uterus
I grew new hair on her face and chest, and muscles on her arms and legs
I took her to counseling, I stuck needles in her legs,

And when the dust settled what was left was no longer a husk.
I saw a newborn, bursting with life for the first time at age 20
And long ago all those parts she’d tried to borrow, things I loved,
I carefully stitched into a new being.

No longer borrowed, but built in.

I don’t know who Savannah was
But I thank her for letting me continue to wear her second X chromosome
As nothing more or less than a significant and curious scar
A borrowed part, now cherished.

Copyright Ross V, 2019

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