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HELLOOOOO WX-78 FANS (Including me) I made something~

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tired of cannibalism as a metaphor for love or sex. can we get into cannibalism as a metaphor for colonization.

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I haven’t seen anyone post about this but here’s jerry’s original dialogue vs the remake!

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We are making this to help our good friend and partner, who we'll call Alex for safety and privacy reasons. They are in an abusive and uncertain household on the other side of the country. We are desperately trying to get a home so we can move in together and rescue them from this unsafe environment.

Unfortunately we are all struggling to make ends meet in our separate environments and have no chance at saving up in a reasonable timeframe. We could afford to get by if we had a home but unfortunately we do not have time to save up. Alex's family is constantly threatening them with being kicked out as well as constantly mistreating, manipulating, and making them a work slave while shaming and berating them for not being able to hold a job because they are disabled and being overworked at home.

Alex is one of the kindest, sweetest, and most loyal people on the planet. They have a lot of passion and love in their heart. They are so silly and fun to be around, genuinely mean so much to us.

We are all disabled queer/trans individuals who have been through a lot in the past few years. We just want to go home together and be safe.

This fundraiser is intended to cover; - Down/full payment on a house that is safe enough to move into - Minimal furnishings - Moving costs - Repairs if required If there is anything left it will go to utilities, household needs, and groceries.

Thank you for taking the time to read. Reblogs are much appreciated.

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The root of this all really is the denial of the Nakba. Hundreds of our villages wiped off the map and now the same is being done in Gaza just in an industrial way. The refusal to accept the nakba occurred is what sustains any notions that Israel can just be reformed and that u can actually free palestine by accepting Israel's "right to exist" as if it was not born out of the Nakba. The occupation, the settlements, the siege and bombing of gaza, a continuation of the Nakba but if you don't believe in the Nakba then you can post online your empty platitudes for "both sides" and the "peace process" and say that "israel is bad but-" without really really engaging what are the "bad" policies and actions and how long have they been carried out for and who bears the brunt of them and why does israel continue to uphold them along with the occupation at great expense

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Anybody who says that the suffering of Palestinians would end if Hamas just surrendered and got out of power is not only engaging in victim blaming, but is in deep denial to how Israel’s systematic oppression actually works. It’s also purposefully ignorant of how Israel treated Palestinians in Gaza prior to the rise of Hamas.

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I hope every single member of tumblr @staff suffocates under the shame they will feel someday for mining a genocide for advertiser dollars, I hope every tumblr user who's ever given this site money rots from the realisation they gave money to a site that profits from supporting a genocide, and I hope every Zionist everywhere fucking dies.

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When I was young, I never really understood my parents insistence to only use olive oil imported from Palestine. It took a long time and a great distance in a process that was neither cheap nor convenient. The oil came in old beat-up containers that did not look appealing to me at all. In my head, if they wanted to support distant family back home, they could just send them money and save us and them a big hassle. We could just use the nice looking olive oil containers from the nearby store. Yet, this was never an option in our household. The only olive oil we used at home was from Palestine.

‎As I grew up and started a student part-time job, I worked with olive oil a little. I knew all about olive oil imported from Spain, Italy, and other countries. I knew which ones were better and more expensive. I also learned to tell, based on the pungent taste, which ones were extra virgin. I was tempted to use my employee discount to bring home one of the fancy bottles and use at our kitchen. I could not get myself to do it, and I did not exactly know why. I felt like it would be disrespectful to my parents even if it didn’t make sense to me. It did not feel right. It was not an option.

‎After living in Palestine for a year during the olive picking season, something changed. The olive picking season in Palestine is holy.

‎Palestinians relate to the weather based on how it would benefit or harm the olives. There is well-known unspoken rule about treating olive trees with respect. There is a day off from work just to pick olives. On public transportation, it is not unusual to hear someone on the phone telling their friend to stop by for their share of this year’s olive oil stored in what used to be a Coca-Cola or a liquor bottle. A driver will stop in the middle of the way to give his brother- in- law a jar of olives that are so close to one another that they start to crush showing their insides.

‎In Nablus, the owner of the Nabulsi soap factory takes pride in how picky he is about getting his olive oil. He insists on filling a cup to let me smell how authentic it is and smirks as he sees my diasporic facial expressions transform in appreciation of its strong smell running through all of my brain cells.

‎I started noticing how olive oil is an essential part of so many dishes. “Palestinians drink more olive oil than water” I would jokingly say and they would laugh in agreement. Olive oil is truly an everyday ritual.

‎They fantasize about its color when it’s fresh and remind me that it starts to change as it reacts with oxygen over time. They dip their bread into olive oil, just like that and without any additions, and enjoy it more than the sweetest of all foods. I can guarantee that every lunch invitation (عزومة) I received during the olive-picking season was a chance for my hosts to share their olive oil using Msakhan (a traditional Palestinian dish).

‎I now have a deeper understanding of the psychology behind the burning of olive trees by Israeli soldiers and why farmers moan at the scene as if they lost a loved one.

‎Wherever you are, if it’s accessible to you, make sure your olive oil is Palestinian. Your ancestors would want that.

- Dima Seelawi

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"why are you disrupting christmas, would you disrupt ramadan" that's exactly what the occupation does every year

... and in this case "disruption" means airstrikes, kidnappings, police brutality, home demolitions, military raids on refugee camps, and desecration of holy sites, in contrast to the nonviolent marches that "disrupted" consumerist western christmas gatherings by forcing people to confront the call from palestinian christians for cancellation of celebrations

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wishing all artists a very sincere "get weirder with it" this coming year

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It's me. I'm the cis, heterosexual, aromantic man. I will never marry, I will never be married, I will grow into middle age and elder age and I will die unmarried. I will be forced to support a household of myself on only my wages alone for the rest of my life. I will be asked about women and marriage and children by my family for the rest of my life (or men, the progressive ones might say). I may not ever come out to them. I feel like I burned my coming out on something stupid. I don't want to explain it. I don't want to run them through the definitions and intricacies. I don't want the acceptance without understanding, placating me with ceased questions and poor explanations to other, drunk adults.

I like my hair to be long, I spent a year with it dyed a golden blonde with dark roots because I like the trashy party girl aesthetic. I want to dye it again with pink tips. I like painting my nails, black and blue are my favorite colors. I like wearing chokers. I also like wearing baggy jeans and ratty hoodies. I like having stubble. I like having chest hair. I like having a square jaw and broad shoulders. I wish I had a flatter stomach and a thinner profile frame. I don't know what this makes me, perhaps this is something no more GNC than Machine Gun Kelly. I think about this a lot, how queer my appearance truly is. I should think about it less. I have thought long and hard about if I could be trans or if I could be non-binary or if I could be genderqueer and the conclusion I ultimately came to is that I most enjoy being a man open to whatever self-expression I want.

I don't date, but I've thought about it. I would like to meet people, and I would like to have sex with them. But I don't want to hurt them. I fear if I explain what I am beforehand it'll scare them away. I fear if I explain after they'll feel manipulated or abused. I don't know how many people in the dating scene want what I want. I fear my own lack of experience will make me a bad lay, an embarrassing story to tell to confidants in hindsight. I fear my own virginity, a boundary to those I wish to be like. All of these fears are baseless, as I've not been able to even begin a single relationship in my life. Despite this I still heavily identify with terms like "slut" and "manwhore" and "thot" because my interests lay so deeply within casual sex, sex without great intimacy or emotion. This may be some form of stolen valor. I hope the true sluts are not too mad at me.

I made this blog several years ago because a mutual of mine reblogged memes making fun of aro and ace people, making fun of the concept of aphobia, and in addition well known aphobes. I didn't feel comfortable talking about aro stuff on my main blog, for as little as I talk about it. Living through the ace discourse of the 2016 era has largely caused me to cringe in embarrassment any time I am forced to discuss my orientation with people who aren't aro or ace themselves. I no longer follow this person. I unfollowed many people I was mutuals with from that time, most of them because they posted too often about how much they hated men and I didn't want to see that, some because our interests simply drifted too far apart, only one for explicit aphobia reasons. (Also one because they became a "both sides are bad, any vote is wasted" libertarian, but that's unrelated.)

I guess at this point I don't care deeply about what strangers on the internet think of me. If a trusted friend told me that they don't think I'm truly queer that may hurt. But I am going to continue to use the word for myself. I take up no resources. I go to events that are open to me. If an event was not open to me, I think I'd not want to go anyways. I am not a hypothetical, I am not a strawman, I am a person with lived experiences both within and exterior to the queer community. If you hate me, I will permit you to continue to do so. But ultimately, I am who I am, I cannot change these facts, and I would not choose to do so even if I could.

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can you fucking imagine if there was a poll going around asking if bisexual people were queer??? or trans people even. anything after the G other than A really (and if you say A is for ally I am killing you with a piano).

it would be fucking ridiculous, wouldn't it?

yeah so the "are cishet aromantic men queer" poll should be seen by EVERYONE as fucking ridiculous. because it is. it's not really up for debate.

if someone asked you right now, are lesbians queer, you'd tell them to touch grass. at best. you'd probably ignore them if we're being honest. but suddenly when they ask about aromantic people it's up for debate? or worse you "don't want to get involved"?

aromantic people are queer. whether you like it or not.

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2021 : South African diplomat Lesiba Machaba argues with an Israeli soldier attempting to stop Palestinian farmers harvesting olives near AlKhaleel (Hebron) occupied West Bank

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