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“Were you dropped as a baby???” Yes. Chackmate liberals

#eveline says stuff #throwback to when I found this out at age 20 #by accident at a family dinner #thanks guys #maybe that’s why I’m the one of my siblings that went off the deep end

mousidy

"afab only housing" is honestly beautiful. it's #progress to use inclusive language when discrimating against trans women

mousidy

you might as well just say "no men, and yeah I think men includes you trannies (but trans men aren't men you ladies are welcome 🥰)"

butchnandos

^^^

creatingblackcharacters

I can't remember where I read it last week, but the person discussed how when we think of chattel slavery in the US, we tend to think of massive plantations of cotton or tobacco, with one very rich white master or mistress with lots of land and lots of enslaved people. But we very rarely think of the many families that had just one or two slaves, in smaller homes.

Because it's not like you had to pay them, so once your family owned someone, they owned them and their descendants indefinitely. Could you pay and eventually free em- sure! You could also send them anywhere you want for any labor you want, could have an enslaved woman bred for more children, or maybe save up and buy new slaves and sell the old. Like cattle (thus, chattel slavery).

So it's interesting that many people go "oh well it's not like my family owned slaves!" Because like, one, how do you know that? Have you ever actually asked your grandmas about their grandmas? How many of your family members grew up with mammies? Have you ever asked? I wonder how many people have actually done the digging for the truth (or was it easier to just benefit). Because I've talked to my grandma, who picked cotton in the sea islands. She had to have been doing that for someone in the 1930s and 40s!

And two, it's easy to think that because your family (or someone else's) didn't own sprawling stolen land and generational blood money like a plantation owner, that it wasn't as important. But... It was. That was still someone's entire life. That was a person, whose labor benefitted and saved a family money that could be used in other ventures. How often do we think of them?

gokusclit

U lowkey gotta get on ur knees and apologize to all lesbians while live steaming putting ur bf’s head through a guillotine if uve ever messaged a lesbian asking if they’d be down for a threesome with u and ur man who looks like he snuck onto earth