Submissive and doxxable

Origami Around
Sade Olutola
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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Janaina Medeiros
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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occasionally subtle

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Misplaced Lens Cap
YOU ARE THE REASON
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

#extradirty
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@milkcastro
Submissive and doxxable
On Reddit you can say that it's indicative of a larger societal issue that everyone defaults to referring to people as "he" with no information given outside of a brief interaction and it is that deep. And everyone will respond with "um actually it's misandry to not default to manhood as the natural state of being. Men are lonely. Male suicide rates—"
On Tumblr you can say the exact same thing or even just correct someone on your pronouns and you will get the classy response of "dude it isn't that serious. Bro is literally gender neutral. Also, do you literally want all men to die???"
The point being, yeah actually more men should feel alone and isolated
This is transmasc erasure.
Im gonna die before I'm 24 I just know it
if you think about it, the social contract of the Car largely mirrors antiquated notions of patriarchial chivalry... the Big, Strong Automobile, which inherently has the power to maim and kill, must yield the right of way to the misogynized pedestrian, as a show of the Automobile's power & potential lethality. "ladies first," all in a world where more and more space is carved out day by day for the Automobile... now, contrast this with the locomotive, where all passengers are equal... thus you can see that not having a car is emasculating, having to ride public transportation with other people is emasculating, and women are even derided as being poorer drivers. Men do not like the train because it renders them effectively homosexual; they thrive on the upper end of inequality and feel like nothing without it. Taking the train is essentially lesbian frotting
A Palestinian fighter hands out tea for his comrades as they take a break from fighting with israeli forces in the West Bank City of Bethlehem, October 24, 2001.
(Photo credit: David Silverman)
One of my greatest achievements while being unemployed was getting blocked by spottheantisemitism and three different Tumblr funnyman blogs. And spottheantisemitism didn't allow people to submit posts from my blog either because I was on his banned list apparently which is so funny
The greatest Zionist minds of our time are hard at work trying to explain how rape is okay if it's against Palestinians
can we please start killing people
Happy pride from Hamas, Hezbollah, Ansarallah and the IRA
me at the vultures circling overhead
Doing something unholy to this gas station toilet rn
Talked with an interesting anti-zionist Muslim guy today who believed that the only one to ever successfully establish a communist state was prophet Mohamed and that the only modern communist-like state is Israel then maybe North Korea
What I am about to say is the hardest thing I have ever written. Five days ago, three missiles struck the place where we sheltered. Screams and dust filled everything; I awoke injured in a hospital.
When I regained consciousness, the first thing I did was search for my two children. My heart raced with terror as I called their names, fearing I might never hear their voices answer me again.
I will never forget those who searched for me and worried when I suddenly disappeared for days. But concern alone cannot rebuild our lives. We urgently need a new tent and medicine. If my story moved you, please turn that feeling into action today.
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I am still without shelter, moving from place to place with my children while recovering from my injuries. Every night brings new fear and uncertainty.
Please donate now help us secure a safe tent, medicine, and a small chance to rebuild our lives.
Unfortunately, the bombing did not only take away our shelter; it also took away the little stability we had left. My children now ask where we will sleep tomorrow, and I have no answer. If you are able, please help us take one step away from fear and one step toward safety.
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Every day, I open my messages hoping to find a sign that someone still cares, and every silence feels heavier than hunger, pain, or fear. The hardest part is watching baby Qais suffer while help feels farther away. Please, don't let silence decide his fate—Donate and save him.
My favorite part of all this is how they keep calling me by the wrong name and use the wrong pronouns which if my stalkers knew anything about me at all they would know to be the case so I must assume it is deliberate. Very interesting