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hello beloveds ☺️

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We are well beyond canary in the coalmine warning levels with the way trans people and particularly trans women are treated on this site.

Maybe you've heard the metaphor of allowing wolves and sheep to share the same space, welcoming everyone. You end up with just wolves because allowing them in that space makes it unsafe for any sheep. Or the story about how a nazi goes into a dive bar and is refused service. The bartender then explains to someone else at the bar that if you serve them once they tell their friends and before you know it you're the nazi bar they all go to and normal customers don't feel safe.

Terfs and other bigots are seeing these targeted harassment campaigns succeed against trans women and rejoicing. They see Tumblr ban them and officially stand by those decisions as endorsement for their harassment. It's a sign to bigots across the internet that Tumblr is a good place for them.

And what's more is that a lot of us probably don't realize just how much trans women contribute to Tumblr. The women banned recently were sources of site-wide memes and posts I wasn't even aware originated from them.any years old memes and references can be traced back to trans women on this site.

How many of these folks have to be removed before this is no longer a site you want to be a part of it? Sure you cultivate your own experience, but you can't follow or interact with people who aren't here. And if I wanted to interact with the nazis and terfs I'd go to reddit.

I encourage everyone to reblog this. Trans women shouldn't have to be the only ones speaking out against the bigotry they're experiencing. They shouldn't be the only ones risking their blogs being nuked by staff. We have to stand with them.

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everybody give it up for this brand of green. round of applause for most under appreciated green

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Reblogging this manually. Op doesn't want credit for fear of being terminated.

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q. what is stairsweek?

a. it's a week dedicated to stairs! for 7 full days, 24 hours a day, my blog will be posting a picture of stairs every 15 minutes.

q. how do I participate?

a. the hashtag for this year's festivities is #s7airsweek! starting on sunday you can post pictures of stairs and tag them with #s7airsweek and I will reblog them, adding them to the queue, and enshrining them forever in the stairsweek collection for future years!

you are also free to reblog, share, and interact with the photos, and are in fact invited/encouraged to

q. i don't like stairs ):

a. then block the tag and control your own online experience :)

q. why?

a. I think it's important to remind myself and everyone else that I run my tumblr to collect and post about things I want to. im not on tumblr for clout or success. if i was, I would not post 600+ photos of stairs over the course of a week. i feel like there are are probably much better, more convenient, and efficient ways to get followers on websites that make significantly more money.

q. how many stairsweeks have you had?

a. karkat stairsweek would be entering first grade today :)

q. when is stairsweek?

the 9-15th of June !!!!

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if you can’t talk about sex w/o calling it “seggs” or “spicy time” i thimk maybw you should be quiet & keep it to your self .

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The four penguins from Madagascar are, somehow, isekaied in the middle of the clone wars

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I made this goofy ahh tweet that kinda blew up on tf twitter, truly I am not beating the silly allegations

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Going to try one of these

Spin this wheel to get a tumblr sexyman!

Reblog for a bigger sample size! And tell me who you got in the tags!

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what if instead of having a fake name for internet personal-life purposes we could have a fake name for professional work-life purposes

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when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)

anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.

i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”

and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.

“What?” i say.

“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.