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[EU] [abortion] My Voice, My Choice: For Safe And Accessible Abortion

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Objectives

The “My Voice, My Choice” campaign offers the people of Europe the chance to make women's lives freer, safer, and better; wherever they live in our union, whatever conditions they may find themselves in.

The lack of access to abortion in many parts of Europe not only puts women at risk of physical harm but also puts undue economic and mental stress on women and families, often on the margins of society that can afford it the least.

It has been well documented that treating reproductive care as a luxury does not reduce abortions, it simply drives women to seek unsafe abortions.

To change this we are asking the European Commission to - in the spirit of solidarity - submit a proposal for financial support to Member States that would be able to perform safe termination of pregnancies for anyone in Europe who still lacks access to safe and legal abortion.

Countless lives and livelihoods are ended, disrupted, and lost because of lack of access to safe abortion. This must stop. With this European Citizens' Initiative, we will move to a more just policy that expresses our European values more compassionately and concretely.

#EU #MyVoiceMyChoice #Abortion

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Hacking with care

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Hacking With Care is collective composed of hackers-activists, caregivers, artists, sociologist, growing quite literally by contact and affinity.

Together we imagine, circulate, put in common resources and tools for care in accordance with hackers ethics and peer-to-peer philosophy.

We create occasions for body & soul rejuvenation and collective (re)appropriation of care. We work with an understanding of the needs and requirements of specific contexts, as can be found in hacking and activism. Similarly, we like to transmit to caregivers some hackers-activists tools and best practices, for example in relation to privacy/data protection, technological independence, operational security. Other aspects we like are creativity in care, access to knowledge, interdisciplinarity, questioning of norms…

Our actions evolve around two principal axis that could be (but not limited to): Care for hackers-activists and Hackers ethics and tools for caregivers.

They include care corners at hackers-activists events, pop-up massage sessions at the quarters of activists organizations, massage and well-being workshops and tutorials, compilation of resources and creation of original resources, research, news watch…

Indeed, we are aware big-hearted hackers and activists are exposed to life-threatening levels of stress and emotional challenges. Some burnout, some are imprisoned or experience limitations or abuse of their rights, in retaliation for their deeds. Some die. Meanwhile, the health-care sectors (where the most vulnerable people become yet more exposed) serve corporate and shady political agendas by default. We, as individuals, as communities, are being “holistically” attacked by the systems in governance : attacks and restrictions on life and freedoms keep intensifying everywhere, motivated by unchecked power and greed. They affect all, in all areas of life, including access to healthcare.

These converging realizations and the great joys we have in doing what we do all, inspired us to put together this initiative. We want to help become aware of vulnerabilities in our movements and organize so that each and everyone’s capacities to care and be cared for will not be compromised.

Lyrics:

And you don't seem to understand
A shame you seemed an honest man
And all the fears you hold so dear
Will turn to whisper in your ear
And you know what they say might hurt you
And you know that it means so much
And you don't even feel a thing

I am falling
I am fading
I have lost it all

And you don't seem the lying kind
A shame that I can read your mind
And all the things that I read there
Candlelit smile that we both share
And you know I don't mean to hurt you
But you know that it means so much
And you don't even feel a thing

I am falling
I am fading
I am drowning
Help me to breathe
I am hurting
I have lost it all
I am losing
Help me to breathe

I am falling
I am failing
I am drowning
Help me to breathe
I am hurting
I have lost it all
I am losing
Help me to breathe

I am falling
I am failing
I am drowning
Help me to breathe
I am hurting
I have lost it all
I am losing
Help me to breathe

J' veux pas finir mes jours à Tombouctouuuu...
(Tombouctouuuu)
La peau tirée par des machines à clous
Moi je veux être frippé, triplement frippé
Frippé comme une triplette de Belleville

J' veux pas finir ma vie à Accapullllllllcoooo
(Accapullllllllcoooo)
Danser tout raide avec des gigolos
Moi je veux être tordu, triplement tordu
Balancé comme une triplette de Belleville
(Allez les filles, allons...)
Swinging Belleville rendez-vous
Marathon dancing doum dilouuu
Vaudou Cancan, balais tabouuu
Au Belleville swinging rendez-vous

J' veux pas finir ma vie à Singapouuuur
(Singapouuuur)
Jouer au dico, manger des petits fours
Moi je veux être idiot, triplement z'idiot
Gondolé comme une triplette de Belleville

J' veux pas finir ma vie à Honoluuluuuu
(Honoluuluuuu)
Chanter comme un oiseau çà n'se fait plus
Je veux ma voix brisée, triplement brisée
Swinguer comme une triplette de Belleville

Swinging Belleville rendez-vous
Marathon dancing doum dilouuuu
Vaudou Cancan, balais tabouuuu
Au Belleville swinging rendez-vous

J' voudrai finir ma vie à Katmandouuuu
(Katmandouuuu)
C'est bien plus doux de faire des rimes en "ou"
Mais je veux être givré, triplement givré
Swinguer comme les triplettes de Belleville
(Allez les filles...)
Swinging Belleville rendez-vous
Marathon dancing doum dilouuuu
Vaudou Cancan, balais tabouuuu
Au Belleville swinging rendez-vous

Swinging Belleville rendez-vous
Marathon dancing doum dilouuuu
Vaudou Cancan, balais tabouuuu
Au Belleville swinging rendez-vous```

Et ma préfèré du film hedwig and the angry inch. Très belle chanson, très sensible :D

Forgive me
For I did not know
Cos I was just a boy
And you were so much more

Than any god could ever plan
More than a woman or a man
And now I understand how much I took from you
That, when everything starts breaking down
You take the pieces off the ground
And show this wicked town
Something beautiful and new
You think that Luck
Has left you there
But maybe there's nothing
Up in the sky but air

And there's no mystical design
No cosmic lover preassigned
There's nothing you can find
That can not be found
Cos with all the changes
You've been through
It seems the stranger's always you
Alone again in some new
Wicked little town

So when you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town
Oh it's a wicked little town
Goodbye, wicked little town```

On nights like this
When the world's a bit amiss
And the lights go down
Across the trailer park
I get down
I feel had
I feel on the verge of going mad
And then it's time to punch the clock

I put on some make-up
And turn up the tape deck
And pull the wig down on my head
Suddenly I'm Miss Midwest
Midnight Checkout Queen
Until I head home
And put myself to bed
I look back on where I'm from
Look at the woman I've become
And the strangest things
Seem suddenly routine
I look up from my vermouth on the rocks
A gift-wrapped wig still in the box
Of towering velveteen

I put on some make-up
And some LaVern Baker
And pull the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I'm Miss Beehive 1963
Until I wake up
And turn back to myself

Some girls they have natural ease
They wear it any way they please
With their French flip curls
And perfumed magazines
Wear it up
Let it down
This is the best way that I've found
To be the best you've ever seen

I put on some make-up
And turn up the eight-track
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett
From TV
Until I wake up
And turn back to myself
Shag, bi-level, bob
Dorothy Hamill do
Sausage curls, chicken wings
It's all because of you
With your blow dried, feather back
Toni home wave, too
Flip, fro, frizz, flop
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
It's all because of you

I put on some make-up
Turn up the eight-track
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I'm this punk rock star
Of stage and screen
And I ain't never
I'm never turning back```

Origin of Love Lyrics

When the earth was still flat
And the clouds made of fire
And mountains stretched up to the sky
Sometimes higher

Folks roamed the earth
Like big rolling kegs
They had two sets of arms
They had two sets of legs
They had two faces peering
Out of one giant head
So they could watch all around them
As they talked while they read
And they never knew nothing of love
It was before the Origin of Love
The Origin of Love

And there were three sexes then
One that looked like two men
Glued up back to back
Called the children of the sun
And similar in shape and girth
Were the children of the earth
They looked like two girls
Rolled up in one
And the children of the moon
Were like a fork shoved on a spoon
They were part sun, part earth
Part daughter, part son

The Origin of Love

Now the gods grew quite scared
Of our strength and defiance
And Thor said
"I'm gonna kill them all
With my hammer
Like I killed the giants"
And Zeus said, "No
You better let me
Use my lightening like scissors
Like I cut the legs off the whales
And dinosaurs into lizards"
Then he grabbed up some bolts
And he let out a laugh
Said, "I'll split them right down the middle
Gonna cut them right up in half"
And then storm clouds gathered above
Into great balls of fire
And then fire shot down
From the sky in bolts
Like shining blades
Of a knife
And it ripped
Right through the flesh
Of the children of the sun
And the moon
And the earth
And some Indian god
Sewed the wound up into a hole
Pulled it round to our belly
To remind us of the price we pay
And Osiris and the gods of the Nile
Gathered up a big storm
To blow a hurricane
To scatter us away
In a flood of wind and rain
And a sea of tidal waves
To wash us all away
And if we don't behave
They'll cut us down again
And we'll be hopping 'round on one foot
And looking through one eye

Last time I saw you
We had just split in two
You were looking at me
I was looking at you
You had a way so familiar
But I could not recognize
Cause you had blood on your face
I had blood in my eyes
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine
That's the pain
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart
We called it love
So we wrapped our arms around each other
Trying to shove ourselves back together
We were making love
Making love
It was a cold dark evening
Such a long time ago
When by the mighty hand of Jove
It was the sad story
How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures
It's the story of
The Origin of Love
That's the Origin of Love```