Persons

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After I had dinner tonight I opened up my computer and I read things, bits and pieces that were linked on my reading list and network:

Thanks, But No Thanks by jedibuttercup
Star Trek; Rating: PG; 700 words; Focus: Nyota Uhura

Maybe one day he'll find something worth taking seriously, realize the way he treats female officers matters, and settle into an officer worth serving.

You Play the Cards You're Dealt by tristesses
Sherlock; Rating: PG-13; 678 words; Focus: Sally Donovan

And of course, it's also personal. Little things, the sort that are annoyances once or twice but add up over time, the mathematics of hatred: it's the way he smirks at her like he's seconds away from spilling all her secrets; how he calls her Sally instead of Donovan, without her permission (you don't hear him calling Lestrade by his first name, nor Anderson, oh no, it's strictly their surnames, sometimes their titles); his sneering implications (the state of your knees, Sally, like it's any of his business, like Anderson isn't equally blameworthy for fucking around behind his wife's back)[. . .]

Life With and Without Animated Ducks: The Future Is Gender Distributed by Cat Valente

Right this very second, here in the US, we are having an actual, serious, if incredibly stupid, conversation about whether or not women should have easy access to birth control. We are having this conversation because significant humans in our government believe women should not have access to it at all. I'm super excited about that, because it means it's 1965 and we're gonna go to the moon soon.

The Underground Rail by pocketnaomi

The Ms. Magazine blog entry of a couple of days ago (http://msmagazine.com/blog/blog/2012/02/21/were-winning-one-war-on-women-but-losing-another/, for those who want to read it) talks about a woman who is facing criminal charges in Idaho for ordering an abortofascient drug over the Internet because she couldn't make the trip to the nearest clinic, several hours away. I live within a day trip of some parts of Idaho. I started thinking, "If I'd taken a weekend to do it, I could've gone and picked her up, I bet. Taken her there, brought her back."

ILU-486 by Amanda Ching
Original Fiction; Rating: R?; ~8, 000 words

She was worried because she’d taken three large white pills a day ago, and while she was clotting and cramping and the like, if she didn’t get taken care of soon, she was going to have to explain the miscarriage to the police. They would find out. She didn’t know how they did, but she was already on warning. Sally swore they had detectors in the sewer pipes, but that sounded ridiculous.