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@exxhaustedhope
My old blog was exhaustedhope. I was taking a break from tumblr when staff took it down in February 2024.
If you’re expecting me to be ___, prepare to be disappointed. If you’re mad at women I simply don’t have time for you.
Content warnings I will use:
#cw abuse mention
#cw ed mention
#cw racism mention
#cw sa mention
#cw suicide mention
If you want me to explain or tag anything else please let me know.
I wish it were more acceptable for girls and women to just call feminine beauty rituals degrading.
like i cant believe how much i used to jump around that word growing up. No, I'm not gonna wear a swimsuit that's designed to show my entire ass, only looks good when im completely bald down there or otherwise forces me to constantly monitor my behavior or my literal gentials will spill out of it because it's "just not my style". I find it literally degrading. I feel like an animal.
This is so important! Women's clothes are so often wildly undignified, but if we complain or chose more practical options we're accused of being "prudish" or assumed to be "modest". As if the only reason we'd want clothes that actually function as clothing is because we're conservative and ashamed of our bodies.
Yet men don't get called "modest" for not showing their crotches and ass-cheeks at the beach or for wearing clothes that allow movement and aren't basically shrink-wrapped on. They don't get called "prudish" for attending formal events in suits that cover them from ankle to wrist to neck instead of in basically lingerie. Their clothes aren't referred to as "dad jeans" or "grandpa undies" for covering their butts and coming up to their waists.
People know a lot of women's clothes are degrading, they just don't want to admit out loud that degradation is the price women are expected to pay in order to exist in public.
not to be dramatic but i would die for this cat
UNMUTE THIS, I BEG YOU
[Transcript:]
Cat: Arr-rar! (weird chirp noise)
Cat: [weird mechanical-sounding hiss]
Cat, while licking finger, in a very gravelly voice: Ah mlem-a-mlem-a-mlem-mlem-a-mlem-a-mlem… mrowr rowrrr…
Person holding camera: I love you.
Cat: [hisses]
This often happens with feral cats! Meowing into adulthood is something cats learn for interacting with humans. If they don’t know any humans until they’re already adults, they just make whatever noises spring to their throat and you get… *gestures*
Trapezium: four bright stars in the heart of Orion ©
does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw
We are each other's night sky. No one is alone here.
night sky continues to get brighter. theres always people here for you
I highly recommend watching this testimony from Aliya Rahman, the disabled woman who was dragged out of her car and kidnapped by ICE on her way to a doctor appointment in Minneapolis a few weeks ago.
Truly my worst nightmare.
Transcript of Aliya Rahman's speech:
Thank you members, for taking the time to be here today, and thank you staff for making this happen.
My name is Aliya Rahman, and I am a resident of South Minneapolis. I am a Bangladeshi American born in Northern Wisconsin. And I’m a disabled person with autism and a traumatic brain injury.
Not all autistic brains do this, but mine fixates on sounds, numbers, and patterns. And while what the world saw happen to me exactly three weeks ago today on video was a terrible violation it is still nothing compared to the horrific practices I saw inside the Whipple center.
So I am here today with a duty to the people who have not had the privilege of coming home, and I offer this data because these practices must end now.
On January 13th on the way to my 39th appointment at Hennepin County’s traumatic brain injury center, I encountered a traffic jam caused by ICE vehicles and no signs indicating how to get around it. I had not wanted to pull in to a blocked, chaotic intersection, but verbally agreed to do so and rolled down my window after an agent yelled, “Move! I will break your f-ing window!”
His first instruction.
Agents on all sides of my vehicle yelled conflicting threats and instructions that I could not process while watching for pedestrians.
Then, the glass of the passenger side window flew across my face.
I yelled, “I’m disabled!” at the hands grabbing at me and an agent said, “Too late.”
I felt immersed in a pattern, and I thought of Jenoah Donald, an autistic black man killed by the police during a traffic stop in 2021.
I remembered mister Silverio Villegas González, who was killed by ICE in his vehicle last year.
An agent pulled a large combat knife in front of my face, which I thought was for cutting me, and later learned was used to cut off my seat belt. Shooting pain went through my head, neck, and wrists when I hit the ground face first and people leaned on my back.
I felt the pattern, and I thought of mister George Floyd, who was killed four blocks away.
I was carried face down through the street by my cuffed arms and legs while yelling that I had a brain injury and was disabled. I now cannot lift my arms normally.
I was never asked for ID.
Never told I was under arrest.
Never read my rights.
And never charged with a crime.
Approaching the Whipple center, I saw black and brown bodies shackled together, chained together, being marched by yelling agents outdoors. I continued to hear the word “bodies”, because that is how agents referred to us:
“We’re bringing in a body.”
“They’re bringing in bodies 7, 8 at a time, where do I put ‘em?”
“We can’t use that room, there’s already a body in there.”
You have no reason to believe you will make it out alive if you’re already being called a body.
Agents repeatedly had to stop and ask how to do tasks. I received no medical screening, phone call, or access to a lawyer. I was denied a communication navigator when my speech began to slur. Agents laughed as I tried to immobilize my own neck. I asked for my cane and was told no, pulled up by my arms and prodded forward in leg irons by agents laughing and saying, “Walk! You can do it, walk.”
Agents did not know if the facility had a wheelchair.
When I was finally placed in one to be taken to interrogation an agent taunted, “You were driving, right? So your legs do work.”
I pleaded for emergency medical care for over an hour after my vision had become blurry, my heart rate went through the roof, and the pain in my neck and head became unbearable.
It was denied.
When I became unable to speak my cellmate pleaded for me.
The last sounds I remember before I blacked out on the cell floor were my cellmate banging on the door, pleading for a medic, and a voice outside saying, “We don’t wanna step on ICE’s toes.”
When I opened my eyes at Hennepin County’s emergency room, I learned I was brought there to be treated for assault.
The impacts of DHS detention on my physical, mental and financial well-being and safety have been very severe, but I do not deserve more humane treatment than anyone else, US citizen or not. And I am here today with a strong spirit and a duty to the many people who haven’t had the privilege to tell their stories or see their loved ones come home. I am extremely distressed by the pattern that violence from law enforcement has been happening to black and indigenous communities for centuries, and to DHS survivors for over 20 years.
We call ourselves a civilized nation, but we lack rules and accountability around what a person claiming to be law enforcement is permitted to do to another human being.
I am not afraid, and I’m not afraid to keep working on this problem even after ICE is gone. Thank you for your time.
it was for hagar
I never understood why God would tell Abraham to sacrifice Isaac. It always seemed cruel - but isn’t God supposed to be a loving father and a just ruler? How could telling a righteous man to kill his own child be fair?
And then you go back and read the story. Abraham, a righteous follower of God, had failed. He and Sarah couldn’t tolerate the presence of their slave Hagar since Isaac had been born. They hated her child Ishmael. (Abraham’s child too, remember. Just as much as Isaac was.) Abraham gave Hagar a death sentence - he sent her out into the desert with her son and left her to die there. To die of thirst, of heat, of exhaustion, of hunger, of fear.
Yet God saw Hagar. A slave, a foreigner, a mother to an illegitimate child, an imposter - those were human words for her. God looked down and said My Daughter, My Beloved, You Brave and Selfless Mother - I see you. He overturned the sentence Abraham had set and not only provided water to save the lives of Hagar and Ishmael but whispered the same promise in Hagar’s ear that He had whispered in Abraham’s. Maybe He took her to a hill and showed her the stars too. Maybe He sent a soft breeze across the desert to stir the sand and say to Hagar - your children will outnumber these. The God of living water has seen you.
And then God turned to Abraham and said your turn. Take your son, your beloved son, Abraham, the promise for your future, and take the life from his lungs. You had no remorse to do the same thing to Ishmael - Ishmael, your son. And Abraham felt the sun burning his face and his body faint from thirst and walking through the wilderness, and he felt the pain in his heart at the fear of losing his child. For a moment, he sees through Hagar’s eyes, squinting from the sun and sting of sand. And this time Abraham listens. This time he obeys God - and obedience comes in the form of the sun glinting off a knife, of Isaac’s terrified sobs. God does not need to say this act is justice. No words could make Abraham understand deeper than the terror and grief in his chest.
Mercy comes for Abraham as it came for Hagar first.
Ishmael and Isaac are both spared, both protected, both children of the same promise.
The sacrifice was never just a test. It was not some story to confuse or contradict the character of God.
It was justice for Hagar, justice from the God who sees.
The pharisees: hey Jesus is divorce okay? 😈
Jesus: I shouldn't have had to give you divorce, but y'all just kept abusing, holding grudges against and killing your wives over the stupidest things!!!!
The whole world from then on: Jesus said no matter how bad the marriage is you shouldn't leave your abusive husband/wife.
Jesus:
That's really cool that you've never been in a church that told your friend that if she divorced the man who refused to keep a job, could not care for their special needs children, had a raging porn addiction, and committed adultery so frequently that he was with other women while she was giving birth to those children, that if she divorced him, she would be removed from membership and fired from her job at the church (the only income she had since he wouldn't work). I have.
Just because this problem doesn't exist in your world doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
Scenes from the telescope
When an Ur guy / sells Nanni things / but the copper’s bad, / He simply records his complaint for all time / “I got a bad deal / I’m maaaaad”
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Paradise, MRNP is actual paradise.
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The gender abolition + body neutrality combo brings a certain freedom and enlightenment that I sincerely hope all trans identified people, conservatives, and other gender enforcers find.
When you use maternal mortality and injury statistics to support abortion, you normalize medical misogyny as the base norm for women’s health while also gaslighting women who are victims of maternal mortality/injuries from abortion.
It really is something how abortion advocates simply cannot conceptualize mother and child as being equal.
No, not being able to murder your own offspring with impunity does not mean your offspring has "more rights" than you. It means your offspring has the same rights as you, which is the right to life and to not be murdered.
It is also illegal to murder born people, and this includes pregnant women. (aka mothers)
Laws protecting fetuses from murder do not have "more" rights than you, they have the same rights as you.
