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Oh yeah thats a whole nother wrinkle on this story. The tiktok man is SELLING his bones of suspect origin. And also buys bones without asking for where they came from. He sells multiple stages of fetal skulls. So God knows how many people have done that throughhimself store.

tik tok is having a bone stealing witch scandal. i repeat. tik tok is having a bone stealing witch scandal. but this time a man is collecting human spines

Déanic Ask Game ミ☆

❓: Are you a Déanist or a Filianist? (I know all Filianists are Déanists too, technically, but bear with me here.) Do you follow a blended path?

📖: Do you have a favourite verse from the Clear Recital? If not, maybe a favourite teaching or chapter?

🙏: Do you prefer recited, pre-written prayers or spontaneous prayer? Do you have a favourite prayer? Have you ever written your own?

🪞: Do you have a preferred “image” of Déa, such as Mother Mary, a particular goddess, etc.?

😇: Do you have a patroness Janya, or a Janya you feel the closest to?

📿: Do you own any prayer beads? Did you buy them, or make them yourself? How do you pray them?

🎁: Do you celebrate the Déanic holidays, something else or a mix of both? Do you have a favourite holiday?

👣: What has your religious journey looked like? Did you walk any paths before this one?

💬: Do you have a favourite Déanic or generally religious quote?

👐: What makes you feel close to Déa?

📺: Is there any fictional media that gives you Déanic vibes, or otherwise reminds you of Her in some way?

🫂: What’s your favourite part about being in the Ekklesia?

💭: Free space! Ask your own question, if you’d like!

women know hunger too well & not even in the sense of food/appetite (though that is painfully prevalent in so many of us) but hunger for identity, to be heard, desperate to be seen & then to not be seen at all, to simply be. a hunger that feels all consuming & then we end up devouring ourselves from the outside in just in order to deny our appetite for life & love. to hide our wants & desires. it aches all of the time & it’s so tiring i just want to feel full i want to feel satisfied with myself my body my existence  

being cisgender gives you DOUBLE the points than being a DOCTOR does. also being tall is equivalent to making a million dollars a year.

i want to start critiquing this but id look like a fool doing it. i cant even scratch the surface

Elizabeth Sweetheart, “The Green Lady” Kitten Kay Sera, “The Pink Lady” Ella London, “The Yellow Lady” Sandra Ramos, “The Purple Lady” Zorica Rebernik, “The Red Lady”

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“I want to control women’s language (please dont fight back. please do what i say. do not question me.)”

I need cis women to limit their use of the word “women” as much as possible tbh

When you make posts that use the word women/woman for people who experience misogony you’re excluding all the trans and nonbinary people who experience misogony, you’re telling us that to have access to feminism and activist communities that we have to label ourselves women even if we don’t.

And then if you use the word women to talk about body functions such as menstruation you’re also excluding trans women who don’t experience those things.

Please find alternative language when you aren’t referring to yourself or specific people because it’s really tiring being misgendered because cis people won’t think things through.

Every one who falls short of cis men experiences some level of gender discrimination based in misogony. Gender discrimination will never be simple enough to fit into a binary so you need to take that into account when you interact with gender related activism and justice.

(Cis people can reblog but no arguments please)

I didn't know inner labia where a thing for years! I also thought I might be intersex in some way. When I found a diagram that labeled online it I cried in relief.

When I was about 12 years old I noticed this white stuff in my underwear. It was goopy and creamy but when it dried it became crusty. I had no idea what it was. I hoped that if I ignored it it would go away- it didn’t. Eventually I became worried. I thought that I might be slowly pissing myself, but the texture wasn’t right for that. I considered that I might be intersex, have testes, and that they might somehow be leaking. I wanted to ask someone about it, but because of the inherent shame and tabooness around women’s bodies I was too embarrassed to do so. I figured that even if I did ask someone, they wouldn’t be able to help me. I thought that this white stuff in my underwear was a result of me being a dirty freak.

I felt so much shame around my body. I was terrified of sleepovers or locker rooms or anywhere else where someone might see what’s in my underwear. I carried this shame for almost two years.

Then one day a friend’s mother drove me home from school. This woman kept some kind of puberty pamphlet in the back of the car for us to read. I happened to pick it up and read part of it. The section I read taught me that this “white stuff” in my underwear is called vaginal discharge, it happens to all women, it begins anywhere from a year to a week before your first period, and it’s part of my vagina’s healthy natural functions.

I was so reliveved to know that what I was experiencing was normal, but I was also furious. Less than 50 words could have saved me from years of pain and humiliation. But no one thought to mention it. My school had given us some basic sex ed, but they never covered it. But they did cover wet dreams because obviously that’s more important.

I’ve shared my story with other women and it turns out I’m not the only one that had this issue. Dozens of women got back to me telling me that they had the same experience. One poor girl, she messaged me saying something like, “I know this sounds weird, but thank you for teaching me what discharge is.” She went on to tell me that she was 19 years old and that she had been experiencing it for ~8 years and had no idea what it was until she read my post. As soon as she noticed this white stuff in her underwear for the first time she went straight to her step mother who promptly made fun of her for being a freak. The stop mom took her to the gynecologist but they couldn’t figure out what was “wrong” with her. She had been going to the gynecologist and getting all these unnecessary and invasive exams and tests done. She thanked me for telling her what vaginal discharge was and thanked me for letting her know she’s not alone. I sent her a DM telling and infodumped everything I knew about vaginal discharge.

I couldn’t believe her story. She had been going to licences medical professionals for almost a decade and not one of them could figure out that it was just vaginal discharge.

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When I was ~13 I put my fingers in my vagina and felt something. It felt like a tampon that had been left in there too long. I tried to pull it out but it was stuck. I then tried to scoop it out, feeling around the edges. That’s when I realized that it was attatched to me. It was not a tampon. I was terrified that it might be a tumor. But I was too scared to say anything because of the inherent shame and tabooness surrounding women’s bodies (again) and also because telling someone would mean having to admit that I put my fingers inside of myself.

About a year later I went to the gynecologist for an unrelated reason. I figured that now was the best time to bring it up. The nurse practitioner told me that I would need a pelvic exam to figure out what’s going on. I had been dreading getting a pelvic exam. I had been avoiding them for years because of a bad experience I had as a child. But I was so worried that I had literal cancer that I decided to tough it out. The nurse practitioner poked around for a while and asked if this object I mentioned was shaped like so. I said yes. She informed me that this object inside of my vagina was my cervix.

My fucking cervix! I never would’ve guessed. In the few diagrams of women’s anatomy that I had seen prior, the vagina and cervix look like two distinct organs. It always looked like the vagina ended then the cervix began. I never knew that the cervix poked out into my vagina like that.

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I had such horrible experiences I vowed to prevent as many women as possible from experiencing the same thing. I made a point to tell my sisters everything I knew before it would be too late. I volunteered to teach sex ed at my high school. I share my stories constantly in the hopes that it’ll prevent someone, anyone, from experiencing the same thing. If I can prevent just one woman from feeling the same that I felt, all of my work will have been worth it.

Why is this the norm? Why are so many women unfamiliar with their own bodies? Why is it that what litte sex ed we get focused on men and their bodies? Why did my sex ed covered wet dreams and how to wash your dick, but never once mentioned vaginal discharge?

I used to agree that 7th grade was way too early for sex ed. I now couldn’t disagree more. Many girls at my school began menstruating before those two hours of sex ed we got in 7th grade. Children need to know what’s going to happen to their bodies during puberty before it happens, not after.

My area loves to pride itself on having some of the best sex ed in the country, but we really do have so far to go.

This is why I’m going into sex therapy/research/education/writing. I want to give free speeches at middle and high schools so the students will be prepared. I want to write books. I want to write a book directed at parents on how to talk to their kids about their bodies and sex. I want to write a book directed at children and teens about their bodies. I’m dedicating my life to prevent as many people as possible from experiencing what I did.

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿