Hoy nos negaron los derechos una vez más,hoy condenaron a que miles de mujeres mueran en la clandestinidad. Solas buscando una bocanada de libertad.
Pero conociendo la historia tal y como es sabemos que nada se nos regalo nunca,que todos los derechos que tuvimos las mujeres se los arrancamos de las manos.
[Un dato a color:Nuestro vecino Uruguay debatió la ley del aborto unas tres veces antes de que saliera.
Ellos no se rindieron, nosotros tampoco.]
La lucha recién comienza y como dice la mítica canción de Charly García “Los dinosaurios van a desaparecer”.
Hoy duele en el alma saber que eligen hacernos a un lado. Que eligen taparse los ojos y no ver la realidad.
La juventud ya decidió y sabemos que el futuro es nuestro. Una juventud comprometida, fuerte y pujante que no se banca los conformismos que lucha por todas y para todas.
Que sin importar la edad se compromete con la lucha porque sabe que nos toca a todas de lleno, que hoy es por nosotras pero mañana por nuestras hijas y luego por nuestras nietas.
“No metan sus rosarios en nuestro utero.”
La Iglesia bien que se sepa tuvo mucho que ver con lo que sucedió en el Senado.
Esa Iglesia que vocifera“La Argentina se va a volver una dictadura con el aborto” esa misma Iglesia que durante la dictadura era complice ayudando y encubriendo a las fuerzas armadas que hacian desaparecer personas, que violaba mujeres embarazadas y le quitaba el derecho a la identidad a miles de recién nacidos. Esa misma iglesia.
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La ley del aborto no obligaba a nadie a abortar pero ellos eligieron obligarnos a parir.
Al negarnos derechos estan decidiendo sobre nuestros cuerpos y nos condenan a la clandestinidad.
Porque aunque no haya una ley las mujeres vamos a seguir abortando igual porque nosotras tenemos la última palabra y decidimos sobre nuestros cuerpos.
Esto no salió hoy, saldra más adelante pero es importante que tomemos nota a la hora de votar y sepamos de todos los son responsables de que sigan muriendo miles de mujeres en Argentina por abortos clandestinos:
Pinedo
Varela
Bullrich
Marino
Elías
Basualdo
Braillard
Brizuela
Boydjian
Cobos
Closs
D Angeli
Espínola
Uñac
Fiore
Giacopo
Urtubey
Iturrez
Lopez
Martinez
Mayans
Mera
Montenegro
Gonzalez
Pogi
Porcel
Solari
R.Saa
Snopek
Fiad
Romero
Reutemann
Rozas
Blas
Tapia
Y aunque asi se pretenda, esto no va a volver al anonimato. Se acabó. No nos callamos más nada, decimos todo y lo tomamos todo.
Lo proximo: “Separar a la Iglesia del Estado”
El futuro : Educación para prevenir, anticonceptivos para decidir y aborto legal en el HOSPITAL para no MORIR.
#SeraLey 💚💚💚
Me duele el corazón al saber que no lograron aprobar la ley del aborto legal en Argentina. A la vez, me alegro ver que fue una votación muy reñida, y entonces hay esperanza que lo lograrán pronto, si siguen luchando.
Como está mencionado arriba: “La lucha se termina cuando se abandona, no cuando se pierde.” Así que seguimos luchando en todos los países por un mundo feminista, con derechos humanos para todes.
“Fan fiction is a way of the culture repairing the damage done in a system where contemporary myths are owned by corporations instead of owned by the folk.”
You know what I want more of? Variety in aliens. No, I don’t mean more designs for alien species. I mean variety within a species. They always seem to have the same government, the same culture, the same religion, the same language. Come on, humans don’t work that way!
“Say, there’s a Qualar over there. What are they saying?”
“No idea.”
“What?”
“That’s a Kinzian Qualar. I’m a Surolian Qualar. You’d have just as much luck understanding them as I would. You’re lucky I even speak Human.”
“Human isn’t a language.”
“What?”
“Carl, we’ve been speaking Russian. There’s also Arabic, French, English–about a thousand others–”
“HOW DO YOU HAVE SO MANY LANGUAGES YOUR PLANET IS TINY.”
My favorite part about this is that the alien is named “Carl.”
Based on a conversation about accents with @cassianandorjyn, and inspired by Finding Your Voice by @sleepykalena, I present to you: the K-2SO and Cassian Dream Team That Could Have Been.
Being that:
1. Accents are a piece of our identity. (As cassianandorjyn put it in their fic, heart as my compass; stars as my path, a man with an accent “carries his home with him.”)
2. The Empire is strongly associated with RP British accents.
3. Cassian freed K-2SO from serving the Empire and gave him free will.
4. K-2SO High Key hero worships Cassian,
then clearly, when he was reprogrammed, K-2 should have chosen a Mexican accent for himself, to sound like The Coolest Captain Of The Rebellion.
Which leads us to ask: who would then play K-2SO? We would need an actor who
1. is Mexican.
2. is good at many accents, because K-2 is supposed to be working with a spy so he should be good at fitting in in different places. (Also because in the inevitable prequel film, K-2 and Cassian: Before They Went Rogue, there will obviously be a scene during the reprogramming, in which K-2 tries out various accents – space!Chilean, space!Spanish, space!Argentine, etc – before choosing one that just happens to sound like his knight in shining armor.)
3. has a good rapport with Diego Luna.
I therefore humbly submit before you the retroactive fancasting of Cassian Andor and K-2SO:
In which Gael García Bernal finally gets to experience being taller than Diego Luna.
I leave you all with this gif, to think on what we have all missed out on.
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It’s the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.
-Jack Gilbert, “Failing and Flying” from Refusing Heaven
Rebellions are built on hope 