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"you have to censor breasts because they're sexual organs!!!!!!!" are you forgetting about The Mouth?
you watch a movie & its censored based on what the director thinks are horny. you watch But Im A Cheerleader & the mouths are censored. you watch a quentin tarentino movie & the feet are censored.
The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country.
Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
- John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
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so like, i can understand why everyone reads this & has the initial reaction of "what a waste, this is the worst kind of capitalist short-sightedness" (and like, that is still correct) but i kinda actually think this is par for the course of american agriculture. this kind of monocrop industrial agriculture using petroleum based fertilizer is literally stripping away topsoil and is inevitably going to lead to crop failure on a massive scale. these peach trees existing in the first place was already mismanagement. im kinda happy that we no longer need to drain california's fragile water system for del monte canned peaches. i know theyre not gonna replant the land with anything helpful, but also i dont feel like we have to mourn these peach trees.
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i do think we need to start treating spraying harmless "weeds" in your lawn as utterly absurd princess and the pea level of obsession with needing the world to revolve around your every whim, like.
Okay a flower grew out of the ground outside and you can't cope with it. Do you need to sleep on thirty feather beds as well
people hate it when i say "black people getting cancer is racist" but im literally fucking right because systemic racism has led to chemical dumping being acceptable in black/brown neighborhoods and black people have higher rates of cancer as a result
For years there was literally a giant pile of used car tires just casually sitting in one of Dallas' Black neighborhoods and the city kept refusing to come get them for so long that people started developing respiratory issues just from having to live near it. Those people will almost definitely go the rest of their lives w/ a heightened risk of developing specific cancers.
I met more <50y/o Black women who actively had, survived, or regained cancer, within a year of living in one of the poorest neighborhoods of DC, than I did the rest of my time in living in/around DC.
Look up the Superfund site in North St Louis. Get mad. I know I'm mad.
Apparently someone got their car stuck on the light rail tracks at Mt. Baker. For those unfamiliar this is 35 feet up in the air
Fun fact! this is likely due to racism. Not the drivers, to be clear, but this is a not-entirely-unsurprising result of systemic racism in the greater Seattle area and the influence it has on infrastructure spending.
I'm a huge proponent of public transit, rail in specific, and I'm very glad that the greater Seattle area is finally starting to see some solid light rail infrastructure sprouting up in the form of the 1 and 2 lines, but that in no way stops me from critiquing the decisions made in planning and implementation.
Light Rail, in it's colloquial form here in the US, is basically always a compromise solution. It's cheaper than subways, can make good use of existing right-of-way around freeways, and can function as a kind of low-capacity commuter rail in the suburbs while behaving more like a tram or streetcar in downtown areas. It is crucially, however, not a streetcar, nor is it a commuter rail. Streetcars make frequent stops and are optimized for dense areas with lots of traffic. Commuter rails are larger and stop less frequently, optimized for bringing suburban residents into city centers. Commuter rail should, however, be independent of street traffic so it can travel at higher speeds. For this reason, most of the Link light rail system in seattle is actually not at-grade (street level), but on either elevated or sub-grade track. Downtown, the lightrail actually functions as a low-capacity low-frequency subway system in what used to be the bus tunnel (we don't have time, but yes it was stupid). Everywhere else, it's up on elevated tracks that largely follow the freeway system.
There are three stations, all immediately south of that Mount Baker elevated station, where the Link actually runs at-grade. These stations run through the historic low income immigrant neighborhoods of southeast seattle. Here, the trains are forced to stop at red lights, interact with crossing and left-turning traffic, and even cross through sidewalks and terrifyingly narrow pedestrian islands. They could have built elevated track here, as they did everywhere else, but they didn't. they didn't want to spend the money. I have personally watched light rail cars carrying hundreds of people have to wait two full minutes for cars turning left in front of them, delaying trains so like, 5 people could drive there. Once it reaches the end of this low income immigrant-dominant neighborhood, however, the Link returns to it's above-grade status, with Mount Baker being the first elevated stop. You want to know how this woman, who claims she was misdirected by her GPS, probably ended up here? I would bet anything she tried to make a turn at the intersection just before the stop and got confused. The intersection, for reference, looks like this:
I'm not saying it's an easy mistake to make, but given the number of people who drive through here every day, it's honestly not that surprising that someone, especially someone who is from out of town, or someone who is used to shared streetcar lanes, would eventually make this mistake. When you're dealing with a city of hundreds of thousands of people, it's only a matter of time before a mistake like this happens. but it is only possible for it to happen because of the decisions made in the planning process, and one of those decisions was effectively "we can save money if we make everything worse in that part of town where all the foreign poors live", and so they built the thing at-grade, instead of keeping it elevated like everywhere else.
and yes, those tracks are in the middle of a four lane road, and no, there is no way to get to any of the at-grade stations without crossing at least two lanes of traffic on a very busy avenue. and those tiny little pedestrian islands are not only terrifying to walk on, but a man in a wheelchair was clipped by a passing train car a while back because his chair didn't really fit through the tight turns well and one of his feet was sticking slightly out when the train passed by. This is not a problem at like, any other stops in the Link system. Just here. Just in this neighborhood. And it's a fucking disgrace.
me as a kid: âitâs so frustrating. no one Really gets it. the kid isnât real even Within the context of the fictional story itself because the existence of a lone suffering child exists not as a critique of utopia as a concept but rather of our ability to conceptualize utopia. of our inherent unwillingness to believe in a hypothetical society that does not run on suffering. walking away isnât a condemnation of Omelas the city but a disavowal of the sort of viewpoint that would necessitate it.â
me now: âthe Omelas kid is real and sheâs a tranny.â
Hey Iâd really appreciate it if goyim and even ashkenazi Jews would read and rb this
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Today I wanted to talk about Kyle Bassinga. Kyle was a 21 year old man from Georgia, whose family described him as "a kind, thoughtful, and smart young man who loved nature, music, and the people around him". Kyle Bassinga was killed on February 18th 2026, just ten days after his birthday. He was found hanging from a tree in a park.
The police ruled it a suicide. The family and local community demanded an investigation. The police refused to change their ruling.
I know this website it too white for this to really go anywhere, but an understanding of the present reality of white supremacy in the United States is just so important to transfeminism here. Lynchings never stopped, white supremacy never went away, you just stopped looking.
Juliana Nzita, A 16 year old Black girl, was just found hanging from a tree on church grounds in Charlotte, NC. Police have ruled it a suicide, despite hanging ourselves from trees being like the one communally agreed way Black folks ainât killing ourselves.
Every time I go on Twitter or Facebook I learn about another recent lynching or missing Black person going mostly unreported. Half the reason I keep an active account on either of those sites is because theyâre the only place I can find out about the violence happening to Black and Trans people reasonably quickly.
But I do need yâall to know that Black folks are currently, actively, being disappeared and lynchedâif they even find our bodies. Black girls are and have been more often stolen into human trafficking, especially if theyâre immigrants, but Iâve been seeing new news of probable lynchings every other day. Shit is worse than you think it is right now, tumblr just too white of a site to care lol
People argue "I've seen a case like this every few months and it's always been a suicide"
Been a suicide or been ruled a suicide?
Usually itâs ruled a suicide because cops or people affiliated with cops/prisons/legal system like lawyers or prosecutors did it then buried the body on land belonging to one of those organizations, such as I noted here: in this thread, where over 200 bodies were found buried behind a jail since 2016:
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Non-Black and/or non-US based people often wonder why so many left-leaning Black folks in the US try to operate alternate justice systems within smaller community such as restorative justice, transformative justice, etc. when âall over the world, activists and their ancestors have fought for access to legal systems like thisâ and this is why.
Our legal system is explicitly designed to kill and enslave Black people. Our legal system from the cops to the lawyers and courts (one of the few times we got justice) to the prisons is legalized slavery where prisons are privatized and corporations are encouraged to maximize their profit by incentivizing every part of this system to hold as many people as possible.
Black folks can be proven innocent after years of time in prison or on death row and still killed by the state or dying in prison because the goal was never justice, it was to keep culling and controlling the Black population.
And outside of the system, we are lynched, raped, abused, trafficked, and robbed by those involved in our legal system, lives often irreparably destroyed, entire lives disappeared with no justice because that is the point, not a flaw. Itâs almost always those in the legal system or their families and friends doing this, so that it can be ruled a suicide or a runaway or intracommunity issues and swept away.
So when we look to justice systems that do not throw away a life of any human, it is because we do not wish to see them enslaved, murdered, raped, abused, etc. at the hands of the state, because that is what WILL happen here in the US. We become abolitionists because we see that the alternative option is to allow others to become enslaved. Because itâs a minimum we can do when 95% of the time there will be no justice for us no matter what.
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@staff, reinstate @wolfertinger666 right now. Everyone including you knows he did nothing that mandates a termination. Queerest place on the internet ass cowards that ban a black trans man for depicting trans joy. Give him his account back NOW
@staff reinstate Salem. We all know why he got terminated, and this has nothing to do with your terms of service. Do better starting right now and give the dude his blog back, you racist ass transphobes
My suffering is not what makes me Black but goddamn if I ever had any doubts about my positionality in the first place the exact Flavor of suffering I experience would put me right so fast
âHistorically, Black women have not had permission to decide to create those kinds of boundariesâ
My life has been defined by it never truly being my own - not just through to adulthood, but through to the present day. Shaping myself by what I need to be to survive, not what I am.
Iâve rarely had the freedom to say âNoâ without fear of reprisal, especially when I was living in my home state of Montana, a 90% white state. The choice to was, and is, often taken from me by fear of what will be done to me if I donât. My body is not my own. My spirit is mine now, but that wasnât the case for most of my adult life.
In the most abusive relationship I was in, I was functionally enslaved because she knew that as a Black person, once she had me alone, she had total control over me in my home state because âwho would believe you? Iâm a 5â5â white woman and youâre a 6â4â Black man.â
I tried to run once. with nothing but what I had on me after she beat me in public and I managed to sneak away from her and get back home without her. She came back and grabbed my keys while I was packing, so I made a break out the side door and just started running.
She hunted me down in her car. I was on foot running through fields and suburbs while she tried to cut me off or herd me to somewhere she could trap me. I remember hiding in tall grass as I watched her bright red car circle a field she knew I was in, waiting for me to make a break for it.
She caught me because I made a wrong turn into a culdesac with no real other way out. She made me go back with her. And it broke me, because if I couldnât escape when being willing to give up everything to get out, how else could I escape?
Through that relationship she controlled and exploited me in every aspect of my life. Job, finances, sexually, emotionally, physically. I was a husk going through the moves of a life I had resigned myself to.
When I finally did escape her, my life remained not my own. I was stuck with the results and trauma of that entire relationship and trying to make the best of where it landed me. I thought I could reclaim at least some of my life, my existence.
The first time people tried to exile me fully from my in person communities, it was two exes that openly spoke about wanting to lynch me.
The second time, it was at the behest of several people, including someone whoâs now known as a literal nazi, and a white woman I wouldnât give sexual access to my body. I was told that â(white) people are afraid youâll accuse them of being racist if they tell you about problemsâ among other things.
Third time, I got sexually assaulted by a white woman, after a year of not doing anything with anyone but partners, after being told by my roommate and others that I was âsomewhere safeâ and repeatedly reassured that Iâd be ok despite my worries based on my prior experiences. She then went on to claim I had assaulted her instead, and I not only got told once again that I couldnât possibly be a victim because of my âpattern of behaviorâ, but also repeatedly got treated like a âmanâ while she got to be treated as a woman still.
Iâm so tired of my body being a commodity for others to extract value from, instead of it being mine with which to do what I please.
Iâm so tired of others using my Blackness as a tool to harm me when I just want to live in the joy of being Black.
Iâm so tired of my boundaries and my autonomy being seen as lesser because Iâm a Black trans woman. Because we, historically, do not get to decide what our boundaries are. I deserve to live as I am without it being a license to harm me - but we live in a white supremacist society so until that is dismantled, I have to keep living afraid of what the next white will use my Blackness to do to me.
Doll you 18 the fact that you already been through this as a Black & Indigenous trans woman is horrific and Iâm so fucking sorry you have been. But it does help to be not alone, it truly does.
I think, as Black people, we grow afraid to name things for what they are just because itâs been modernized.
We werenât bought outright but white supremacy and capitalism combine to put us in situations where white partners, even trans ones *can* functionally own us, especially if marriage or other legal ties get involved and we have to choose between losing literally everything for freedom or staying out of fear for whatâll happen if we fail.
My most abusive ex would threaten to falsely call the police on me if I didnât have sex with her or do sexual things she wanted because âthey wonât believe you anywayâ, knowing it was likely a death sentence for me. She chose my jobs/career, controlled how and what money I spent, what I did socially, everything. Any time I got higher pay she found a way to increase our costs alongside it so I couldnât afford to escape.
It was functionally slavery where she exploited my labor to survive while beating me and raping me and abusing me. She didnât own me on a contract but she owned me in every other conceivable way and I *wasnât permitted to leave*. If I tried, it made things worse.
When I say those exes or others want to lynch me, sometimes people say those exact words based on the same lies and excuses (harming white wimminz) they have to kill our grandparents and further back:
Other times they do the same thing but call it âkill your abusersâ while they stir a white mob into a frenzy over it because they donât care whether youâre actually an abuser or not, they just want blood.
Honey, if Black folks killed every person that abused us, white genocide would be damn real. Maybe we deserve to do that. Maybe nobody deserves to take anotherâs life and lynching someone is just evil. Maybe we *should* take our revenge on yâall.
Maybe yâall should have to feel the same fear we do every single day.
Or maybe we should strive for something better that isnt just a cascade of suffering. A world where you couldnât have done this to us in the first place.
This is genuinely the truth. Me and my ex would do "cnc roleplay" except she'd initiate it without talking to me so she just decided my no's and stop's didn't really mean that. It happened for a long time until I couldn't ignore it because she raped me the worst a couple months ago and it broke down my psyche (twas similar to my childhood abuse). She says it was just a misunderstanding but this was in the context of a relationship extremely similar to yours. She didn't beat me but she controlled me, isolated me from friends, insulted me when I told her I didn't like what she was doing and made me EXTRAordinarily paranoid over my actions. I'd cut friends off and isolate myself from communities because I feared what would happen if she found out about them. She YELLED at me for normal interactions with them and I didn't tell anyone because I thought I was insane and overreacting.
I thought it was my responsibility to fix her and make our relationship better because clearly she couldn't (she wouldn't. She just wanted to own me. I know that now).
She was trans too. Just extremely white (AND BLONDE.), skinny, and delicate looking. Didja know a (mixed black & white) trans guy commented on our year and two month age gap saying it was so weird how I was that much older? I'M the creep for that. Okay.
Only now do I realize how much that toxic stress has impacted by ability to have relationships. I haven't been able to keep up anything long term with anyone because I'm scared that they'll hurt me or disappoint me or leave me or use me like most people do. I probably clock a lot of false positives because I'm just very paranoid. I'm even more avoidant than I used to be.
This shit sticks with you for the rest of your life, I don't think people understand how much that fear is the context for your ENTIRE life. It doesn't stop when you're with your friends, your community, anyone. They all can and have turned on me and hurt me on a whim. You're the only one you can trust. I'm almost glad I got abused so badly in childhood there are dozens of other people in my head to make a family with instead.
I'm always confused by calls from vigilante justice from anarchists and people who hate cops in general. so you want to stop cops from their systematized violence and you want to replace it with... no rule of law or process to determine guilt or innocence aside from how people feel about the crime that was committed?
like am I insane for thinking this is actually not an effective method of keeping people from offending, nor is it an effective method of determining guilt or innocence?
is the point of a justice system to assign blame for a crime and then rehabilitate, or is it to make the people who read about it feel better because we took an eye for an eye?
State-enforced agents who will enact systematic violence against racialized and transgender minorities for the supposed purpose of protecting the community or children âď¸
Your local heckin community members who will enact violence against racialized and transgender minorities for the supposed purpose of protecting the community or children â ď¸
Ppl rly dont understand what anarchism is. Like oh you want to get rid of the cops so that you can then... be the cops? Any system of justice that centers revenge misses the point. Our justice system isnt fucked because it gets the wrong people sometimes, its fucked because it would be inhumane regardless of what the "offender" did. Its a mechanism for stripping humanity away from "acceptable" people based on the petty desire for revenge. A real system for justice would center harm reduction and accountability, focused on the harmed party, and have mechanisms for the person who did the harm to help the harmed party heal in whatever way they need. Anyone who wants revenge still has a cop living in their head.
Also like, revenge always ends up harming those who are the most marginalized & disenfranchized. That trans woman who lives on your block that youve heard rumors about? Its so so easy to destroy her car with that baggie of potato and have her lose her job because she cant get to work. But that billionaire who runs the human trafficking network so his friends can rape children? He has a private security team and lawyers.
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