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My prayers have been answered. Now we all can begin to heal. I pray you all find forgiveness in your hearts someday. As for me, I will stand by and support Matt as he tries to rebuild his life. While it’s likely his hockey career is over, should the lord will him to come back, he will be welcomed with open arms. Today and everyday #IStandWithMattPetgrave
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In case anyone reads these anymore. PLEASE DO NOT COME AFTER ME FOR STILL LIKING AND USING ALFRED!
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Oh, asker. In a way, me too. I’ve always liked them older. Used to be old men. Now it’s old sentient machinery lol.
Edward reminds me of a neighbour I knew. He was Iranian Jewish. He was a bit eccentric, was asexual, n ppl thought we were dating. We were close friends. I hung out with him nearly every day until I moved to another neighbourhood. He’d ring me n check in daily, we ate together, went to a casino together by the beaches. I’m not really a gambler, so I’d mostly enjoy the beach whilst he gambled. I had just become a home aide (I was one for 6 years, n quit due to health issues), and he had a heart attack. He survived, but also had ketoacidosis I think, from not taking his meds. He was diabetic. He went missing n didn’t check in for a few days, so I contacted his family. I had to go to file a police report. Police eventually found him dead in his office, slumped over a chair. He was 60. I think I was 30? Or was turning 30?
He was a kind n gentle soul. He was an adjunct professor. His brother n family told me they were glad I was in his life before he passed. He had come upon me in the tube one day. I had been switching trains because a nasty couple was making out in the one I’d been in. I was on the way to look at a room to rent. I had just lost the first place n was staying with besty. He came up to me, n it felt like he was flirting. I was a bit taken back. I told him “I’m sorry, but I think it’s best you go be with ur wife, gf, or ex” much to me surprise, he had never had anyone. He was a lifelong virgin. I said I don’t generally socialise with men who have or had a wife, gf, or ex. I also told him I hate pornography n I don’t associate with blokes who watch it. I find it incredibly immoral. He agreed n said he didn’t watch it. (And he didn’t!) I told him too that k didn’t like blokes who were on social media, n he said he wasn’t on it.
He thought I was Hindu. I thought he was Muslim. This went on for a few weeks. Eventually we both realised we were neither. He occasionally brought me to his colleges n I sat in with him. He took me to a movie premiere for an Iranian film. We went to parades in the city. We went to the beaches. He even brought me to his brother’s for Passover one year. It was a bit awkward, but they were kind, n I got to learn about it first hand. N they accepted me.
For me, the concept of romantic ‘love’ has always been something foreign. I never really could understand it, n secretly battled with a lack of attraction. However, platonic love (agape love, as some put it), i understand quite well.
I preferred virgin men, gay folk, n such because I thought I could trust them more. I still trust a lot of gay folks more - for purely non sexual reasons. N I never had any sexual interest in gay folks. I liked being friends with them BECAUSE I didn’t have to worry about them trying to be sexual with me. I felt I could have healthier platonic bonds with them. Ppl used to always equate virginity with youth n adolescence. That always creeped me out. They always thought u wanted an adolescent in disturbing ways if u mentioned virginity. It’s a shame society is like this. Honestly, I’d b happy for more lifelong virgin old men who never had romances. I don’t want to be involved in anyone’s drama, especially romantic drama. Folks who had previous partners trying to flirt with me especially make me cringe, although I’m not into anyone flirting with me at all. People with previous partners trying to or even thinking of touching me makes me sick to think of. I’ll hug a friend, but I want absolutely NOTHING to do sexually or romantic with other people, especially kids.
What I shared with ebbi was a bond. People are so very obsessed with sex these days. We didn’t. He wasn’t able to physically anyway. We had trust in each other. We had occasional arguments, but we got on exceptionally well. We were loyal to each other. We didn’t need sexual stuff. Society needs to learn that u don’t always need the sexual stuff. There r things faaaar beyond that. That is only one side of relationships.
He reminds me of my late partner
Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.
I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.
💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.
🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.
@sajagz, thank you for listening.
Even gentle support creates strength.
From one heart to another — thank you 🤍
No.
No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?
If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged.
But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.
These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.
My family needs urgent help.
Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make. We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.
Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.
#crisis #humanrights #emergency #donate #pleasehelp #tumblrcommunity #survivestories #reblogtohelp #signalboost
I’m sorry. WHAT PART OF I CAN’T AFFORD TO HELP DON’T YOU BOTS UNDERSTAND?!? And if I gave I’d GIVE TO RELIABLE SOURCES NOT YOU MAGGOTS THAT PLAY WITH PEOPLES FEELINGS TO GET WHAT YOU WANT!
Hi there,
I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.
If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.
A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.
If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.
Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.
With deep gratitude,
@nadinfamily
Plz get out of my asks.
I want whatever it is Edward and BoCo have going on
