“This agreement reflects a basic understanding that the government should not be in the business of telling transgender Illinoisans what kind of surgery they need to undergo,” said John Knight, director of the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender Project at the ACLU of Illinois.
I was confused about exactly what this milestone of the ACA entailed, so I was very happy to see this Jezebel article breaking down what will and will not happen tomorrow. The most important part:
If you’re not already covered by insurance — either through your employer, your spouse’s employer, your parent’s employer, or your academic institution — you won’t suddenly have coverage on Wednesday. The copay free preventative care requirements only apply to plans — both new and/or re-enrolled — that begin on or after August 1st of this year. And if your insurance plan is through a religious institution, the rule may not apply to you for another year, if at all. Further, uninsured ladies who aren’t on Medicaid will have to wait until 2014, when the Affordable Care Act requires everyone to either have insurance or pay a penalty, to access the same services at no up-front cost.”
So this is just the beginning. As time goes on, more and more of us vagina owners will see birth control co-pays vanish and the cost of uterus-specific healthcare go down.
I’m going to fill my prescription on the 2nd. I’ll tell ya’ll what happens!
So, I dreamt that when you went to the lobby last night you were molested.
Don"t worry though, I had a gun. I asked your mom for permission so I could go shoot the asshole. She agreed and came with me, but then I thought 'you know what? forget killing him out right, I'm gonna shoot his dick off!" HA!
n. the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat, whose tenuous muscular throbbing feels less like a metronome than a nervous ditty your heart is tapping to itself, the way people hum to themselves while walking in complete darkness, as if to casually remind the outside world, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.
Please fall asleep so I can take pictures of you and hang them in my room So when I wake up it’ll be like yeah everything’s alright You are still here you are still happy You are still smiling and laughing
“The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flame yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don‘t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.”—Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace (via lonelyasthat)