Alli Stouff-ism

sincerity, compassion, determination, loyalty
~ Thursday, February 14 ~
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You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Wild Geese, by Mary Oliver. (via embonpoint)

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~ Wednesday, February 13 ~
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There are other betrayals committed so repeatedly, so mundanely, that they leave no memory trace behind, only a growing residue of misery, of dull, accreted self-hatred. Often these take the form not of words but of silence. Silence before the joke at which everyone is laughing; the anti-woman joke, the racist joke, the anti-Semitic joke. Silence and then amnesia. Blocking it out when the oppressor’s language starts coming from the lips of one we admire, whose courage and eloquence have touched us: She didn’t really mean that; he didn’t really say that. But the accretions build up out of sight, like scale inside a kettle.
— Adrienne Rich, Split at the Root (via sarahcolombo)

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~ Monday, February 11 ~
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My little buddy

My little buddy


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~ Wednesday, February 6 ~
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Cliffs of Moher pt. 3 (by Mat W.)
#placesiwanttogoformyhoneymoon

Cliffs of Moher pt. 3 (by Mat W.)

#placesiwanttogoformyhoneymoon


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~ Tuesday, February 5 ~
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~ Monday, February 4 ~
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Thank you, and thank you National NOW for allowing me to speak this evening. My name is Allison Stouffer, and I am the Vice President of the Washington, DC NOW Chapter. While preparing for this event I asked myself several times, “So what does this pro-choice movement mean to you?” What propels you to volunteer countless hours to this cause? I’d have to say firstly it’s my belief in access to all reproductive choices - whatever they may be. I believe in that world.

So, it’s legislation like Roe v. Wade that I am eternally thankful for - thankful for clinics like the Feminist Women’s Health Center in Atlanta, Georgia that provided myself and countless other women with care and access to reproductive resources. It’s clinics like these, hundreds across our nation, that offer refuge and a broad range of reproductive resources that require our fervent protection.

It’s my belief that every woman should have access to a variety of reproductive resources, whichever she may need, despite her income, religion, or race. I see the expediency of this issue. I’m tired of abortion, birth control and sex education being dirty words. We no longer can afford for this movement to based solely on the questions of, “are you pro-choice? or pro-life?”

Therefore, I fiercely believe in a movement toward reproductive justice - calling for a movement from simply being able to seek abortion care, to all people having comprehensive access to education and knowledge on a full range of reproductive options including contraception, birth plans, medical care before, during, and after pregnancy, adoption, and education, food, and housing for the children that women do have.

With that being said, tonight, I ask you, “What does this movement mean to you? How can you better serve this movement?”

As a woman, the issue of choice is extremely personal to me and often evokes countless thoughts and feelings: from outrage and frustration over pernicious legislative attempts to reduce our reproductive choices, to empathy for those enduring the desperation and torment of the inaccessibility to abortion care. It goes without being said that as I stand here, I see a variety of faces staring up at me from different backgrounds and families. We know this is not just an issue that concerns people like me but an issue that affects families of all sizes, men, Democrats, Republicans, Independents, Christians, atheists… the list goes on.

It’s painfully evident how the Pro-Life movement portrays our fight for reproductive resources. Their attacks are insular, shallow, offensive… their movement resorts to intimidation and at times terrorism. You don’t need me to remind you, but I will. We saw that after politicians were elected under the guise of resolving the debt, legislators were fixated and determined to erode away women’s access to healthcare.

So, let’s set aside their inflammatory diatribes, that we have come to associate with the Anti-Choice movements, for just a moment. Let us memorialize this day of the 40th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, not only as a piece of legislation but law which sprouted an awareness and conversation about women’s health, safety, work, and family - an issue that is affected by numerous intersections. What does the reproductive justice movement mean to you?

To me, the movement means:
- having the economic choice to make the best decision for my livelihood and future
- it means freedom and access to birth control to prevent unintended pregnancies while, most importantly, keeping abortion care safe and legal
- it means having the assurance that I can make health decisions without the threat of violence or even death
- it means supporting family planning measures relentlessly that do not discriminate on religion or sexual orientation, or risking judgment on when a person is ready to be a parent
- it means fiercely proclaiming that the personal is political - that we cannot take this legislation for granted, and that we will not.
- it means that we must continue to hold our elected officials accountable for the policies that they endorse and the misogynistic statements that they make.
- and most importantly, it means having control over my reproductive life which is central to my autonomy.

I’m sure you all have other reasons as to why you are unwavering in your support for Pro-Choice and reproductive justice legislation and policies, but my hope is that one point is painstakingly clear - having the right to reproductive choice is critical to our survival…a right that we must defend with urgency.

Some argue that the our movement has lost intensity and may be ephemeral to the generations to come, yet I have seen something different. Elections clearly matter, and it cannot be denied that the pro-life movement met stark resistance due to their barrage of insidious claims of “illegitimate rape” and “what God intended.” And it was us who held them accountable for their words - young and old alike in the pro-choice movement.

I want to leave you with a quote by one of my favorite writers and activists, Adrienne Rich. “If you are trying to transform a brutalized society into one where people can live in dignity and hope, you begin with the empowering of the most powerless.”

How will you better serve this movement? The fact that you are here this evening speaks volumes and the resources are at your fingertips. The 1973 ruling on Roe v. Wade set us on a marathon to both defend reproductive justice in all its forms and ensure that all women - those powerless and privileged - have equal access and full autonomy of their bodies.

The struggle continues everyone - let’s not give up. Thank you.

Stouffer, Allison (22 January 2013). Expediency of Reproductive Justice: Pro-choice is not enough. Speech presented at Roe v. Wade 40th Anniversary vigil, Supreme Court, Washington, DC.


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~ Thursday, October 11 ~
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~ Thursday, October 20 ~
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O SUNS and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October’s bright blue weather;
When loud the bumble-bee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And Golden-Rod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
When Gentians roll their fringes tight
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning;
When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;
When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields, still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;
When springs run low, and on the brooks,
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;
When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
October’s bright blue weather.
O suns and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October’s bright blue weather.
— “October’s Bright Blue Weather,” Helen Hunt Jackson, (1830-1885).

~ Wednesday, September 28 ~
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Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

“Mother to Son,” By Langston Hughes 1902–1967.

For some reason this really touched me today.