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Like. Look. Listen. I have taught introductory quantum physics at a university level, and I need you all to incorporate this into your trans advocacy: There are situations where you need to make a decision to prioritize being comprehensible to your target audience above being The Most Unassailably Correct.
Teaching a toddler to wash hands because yucky when the Ethics Understander crashes through the roof. "STOP RIGHT THERE," the Ethics Understander shouts at me. "The disgust response is not a legitimate substitute for a considered value judgment, and in fact, weaponizing disgust instead of grounding those judgments in a more rigorous framework is fundamental to reactionary rhetoric!"
The toddler looks at me. "You are a fascist, auntie. I have seen the light and will now go eat chewing gum from the pavement, unless you can educate me on a rigorous framework on the microbiology of pavement chewing gum this very instant."
This is a hyperbolic example but here's a more real one:
You are trying to explain the trajectory of research on trans issues, and how the informed consent model came about as a wildly successful alternative to the gatekeeping model because time and again, people with clinical experience who actually cared about their patients found that just letting trans people transition was easier and the fear that it would lead to something bad was unfounded.
The Principle Understander is shouting at you that the medicalization of trans people is inherently unjust, and even the informed consent provider is still a gatekeeper, just a more lenient one.
You are already aware of this.
You are talking to someone who, as a first priority, needs to know what the worse gatekeeping model looks like.
The person you're talking to is asking "but isn't it good to give patients more time to think before making irreversible changes?" because they didn't hear the part where you explained that asking patients about their masturbation habits has nothing to do with anyone's safety. They missed it because the Principle Understander was on a tangent about the necessity of abolishing capitalism because paying for medication is bad, which again, yes but this is really not the time or place for that.
Tell all the truth but tell it slant—
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind—
This can also be understood as "speaking their language" or "meeting them where they are." And not to sound like I'm shitposting, but you want to know one of the best examples of this that's ever been posted on tumblr.com?
"What the fuck do you think freedom MEANS, Earl?"
Earl could have gotten an earful about gendered clothing colors being a social construct or how the queer community has its own clothing subculture, and he wouldn't have heard or internalized a word of it. But for the kind of redneck who goes to tractor-pulls? Yeah, "what the fuck do you think freedom means" really only touches the most superficial layer of Mister Pink John Deere Hat, but Earl heard that. And maybe next time he sees a guy dressed like Daisy Duke chilling at a tractor-pull he'll remember it and think "isn't it great to live in a free country" and mind his business. Maybe he'll even ask where the guy got his pink hat and learn something more.
Losing a mother is not just pain… it feels like watching your entire life collapse.
I begged again and again, telling everyone that my mother urgently needs treatment before we lose her, yet so many people passed by as if our cries meant nothing.
Every minute that passes feels like I am getting closer to watching my mother disappear in front of my eyes while I stand completely helpless.
If there is still mercy in your heart, please do not leave us alone to face this fate.
Think for a moment… what if this were your mother? What if you were the one begging for her life and met only silence?
Even a small donation could become the reason she survives.
And even sharing this plea could help it reach someone who can save my mother before it is too late.
The world is forgetting us while we are still fighting to survive.
I am not writing this for attention.
I am writing because my family is still trapped in a nightmare that has not ended.
Every day is a struggle to find food, clean water, and the most basic necessities. Every day we wonder how we will make it through the next one.
The world may have stopped talking about us, but our suffering did not stop.
If you see this post, please do not pass by. Reblog, share, and support us if you can.
Your kindness can help a family survive another day.
We are exhausted, but we have not given up hope. ❤️
Hello everyone, my name is Sahar! I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of a dear friend of mine in Gaza and his family. I have been tal
No one cares about us anymore. I say this honestly. We are We feel extremely cold hungry and desperate in Gaza. After this flooding, we urgently need another tent. Please donate, share, and speak about us before it is too late.
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We flee, not knowing if we will return. We carry our memories on top of our exhaustion, and we move towards the unknown. We leave behind homes we loved and places engraved in our hearts, but our hearts are aching with silence. Help us continue on our journey... Donate to us, for every outstretched hand saves a soul exhausted by displacement.
The war hasn't stopped. I'm still living in the rubble because I found my home a pile of rubble. Imagine spending your whole life in the rubble, with no protection from the cold of winter or the heat of summer.
A picture of my house during the first invasion:
A picture of my house during the second invasion:
I'm Mahmoud from Gaza. 🙏 I'm asking you to help me complete my university studies and feed my family. 😢 We are facing a real famine and prices are very high due to the scarcity of resources and the closure of the crossings. 💔 We are not receiving any aid. I ask you to donate to me to buy flour, which now costs 100 shekels per kilo, which is about 30 dollars, and vegetables, which are unimaginable prices. Help me by sharing my story and donating to my family. 🙏🇵🇸
My dream is to complete my studies (in Gaza or abroad) to build a better future for me and my family. Your support will help us overcome this ordeal and achieve this dream. Thank you.
No one sees the effort that goes into every meal... We are sitting here by the fire, and our hearts are boiling just like it.
✨ "Despite the war and the genocide, my mother never stopped dreaming.
This photo is from the day she received her master's degree. Today, she continues her education and is working toward completing her doctorate.
But she needs your support to pay her university fees 💙
I want to present to your attention my young friend Mahmoud Yasser and his family. After their home was completely destroyed, they are tryin
As my children and I were getting ready for bed, we heard a commotion and calls from residents of the Al-Salam neighborhood urging us to evacuate.
The occupation forces had threatened to bomb the residential block where my children, husband, and I were displaced. We left our tent and fled into the street in the darkness of night to save our lives😭😭 amidst the screams of children and adults, a mixture of terror and panic gripping our hearts. A violent explosion shook the area, leaving behind immense destruction. 😞
Nothing is the same. 😭😭 Everything is destroyed. 💔😭
The entire place, including the tent, was damaged 💔 Please donate towards its restoration 🙏🍉
💔 Please donate via the link 🙏🍉
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My name is Kristina, I have gotten to know Maryam and her family through Instagram while they have been living a nightmare in their homeland
Covid's cultural hangover is fascinating because on the one hand no one really wants to think about or remember it, but on the other it does seem to have permanently destroyed the last shreds of (at least) American civic society, in a way which is only becoming harder to ignore as time goes on.