I'm Dani. I also go by Garcia. My bestie gave me that name when he first met me because I have an uncanny resemblance to Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds.
Mother to a beautiful baby girl :)
Born July 26th at 8:47 pm
I'm a barista at Starbucks
I'm taken by the amazing Greg Zombie
I love sex and zombies and kitties :)
I fangirl more than anyone I know
Chubby and sexy all rolled into one
Um yeah that's me and my me-ness
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
i hate the saying “apples and oranges” when describing things that are completely different because they are both fruits you should say something like “giraffes and crystal meth”
idk giraffes and crystal meth arent that different they both can get people pretty high
holy jesus
Birthing While Black
Despite an incredible birthing experience facilitated by my personal angel/ob-gyn, from almost the moment my baby took her first breath, her mother was treated like a 14-year-old drug-addicted welfare queen, there to push out yet another daddy-less baby. Seriously.
- Theytested my newborn for drugs(though I’ve never taken an illicit substance in my entire life) without my consent—something I later found out hospitals do at disproportionately higher rates with black babies than white ones.
- Despite that I paid for the private room and meals, I was immediately put in a massive post-birth room with three other women and their newborns. I was moved only after I asked why I wasn’t in a private room—a question that elicited scowls and foot-dragging from the nurse until she bothered to check my paperwork to see that, indeed, I’d paid for a private room. It took three hours for my room to be changed.
- Once in the private room, the nurses disappeared for nine hours! Seriously.Nine.I had no diapers. No idea how to breastfeed properly (and no bottle or milk to feed my baby if I chose to formula feed). No instructions on what to do to care for my post-birth body (was it okay to walk? Pee? Wash?). Nothing. I seriously thought I was being punished for asking (nicely) for what I’d paid for. When a nurse finally did show up, she came with a “gift bag” full of Similac and coupons for… Similac.
- The private “suite” was disgusting. The bathroom smelled like cheap, potent cleaning chemicals. The shower tiles were grimy and the shower curtain was full of mold. There wasn’t so much as a picture on the bland walls. (I begged my back-up ob-gyn to let me go home after one night; thank God, she signed off on it.)
- The nursing staff was genuinely surprised (!) that the guy by my side, Nick, was my husband—and actually said that stupid ish out loud.
- Our special meal arrived only after we pointed out to the nurses that the fees we paid included it, and by the time it got to us, our dinner was cold and our champagne (a tiny hand-held bottle we could have finished with one big sip from the straw) was warm.
I couldn’t get out of that place fast enough. And when it came time for me to have my second child, I stayed far, far away from that hospital—even changed my ob-gyn, which really broke my heart to do—to avoid it like the damn plague.
I wondered then what I know to be true now: It didn’t matter how much money I had in my bank account or how good my insurance was, or that I had a ring on my finger, or that I was smart and accomplished, or that I tried to pay my way out of substandard service. At the end of the day, to almost everyone in that hospital, I was just another black girl pushing out another black baby and neither of us deserved to be treated with dignity or respect, much less special. That human beings charged with caring for new life and the people who ushered in that miracle could traffic in this kind of reprehensible treatment of anyone, much less a new mother—no matter her race, financial or marital status, or background—is beyond my level of comprehension.
But it happens. A lot. And there are studies that show that my birthing experience is a lot like that of other African American women who’ve had babies in hospitals.
[…]
God…damnit
not that i intend to birth kids, but if i did, no hospitals then.
The more I read about other Black women’s experiences when it comes to pregnancy/childbirth, the more I realize just how lucky I was.
I may have reblogged this before, but it just really hits me because pregnancy and child birth are traumatic enough without this kind of crap many people have to deal with.
(Source: dawsonwhores)
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Looking back at the puppy days. Those were floppier times.
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me catching a flight to go steal your man
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RRRAH
HULK ANGRY WE LIVE IN SOCIETY THAT OBJECTIFIES WOMEN AND ONLY GIVE THEM “SEXY” OPTION FOR COSTUME
AND THEN GET ANGRY AT WOMEN FOR WEARING SEXY THING AND CALL THEM SLUT
WHY WOMEN HAVE TO BE SEXY SUPERHERO
WHY CAN WOMEN NO JUST BE SUPERHERO
WOMEN CAN SAVE CITY
HULK ANGRY
HULK SMASH
HULK SMASH PATRIARCHY
HULK MAD AT SEXIST SOCIETY
(Source: lucybarker)
