"continuing, continuing" @seaoflove2013 - Tumblr Blog

there's also loveonblackwomen by shavonda sisson u could be donating to that gives funds directly to black women and enbies and has personally saved my ass multiple times

thecolorsfucked

i rly want every yt person to do a monthly donation to this group it directly helps black women and enbies in Milwaukee which is the worst city in this country to be black in thats not just an opinion thats a legitimate news articles saying it fact

I once was talking to someone (who ended up being very abusive to me over the course of many years) about how him and his girlfriend breaking up was caused by them not being "on the same page". At the time I heard this phrase, it must have been a few months after my 18th birthday. I didn't understand how this statement was wrong. Around eight years later, at 26, I was told the same phrase in different context by my roommate. Due to the TBI symptoms and the lack of quality care I received due to not being listened to (because I am not cisgender or straight), impacted so much over the past almost five years since the car accident. I've been in too many abusive and discriminatory housing situations. I've never really had peace to process till the aforementioned roommate stopped inhabiting the apartment last Friday. He's been drawing out getting his stuff and Saturday will be the third time he's coming by, even though the first time I used my voice last Thursday and I told him I felt unsafe around him, I said that I wanted to not be near him if possible. And here he is dragging out the time I have to be in the same apartment as him when he knows I feel unsafe. I didn't realize I should have told him to get everything in one trip, till someone talked to me and gave me help to see that what he did was wrong and he knew it made me feel unsafe. Sadly, by the time I realized, he had come by 2/3 times to pick up and move his items out. But, knowing I am safer at night with him gone has really helped me clear my thoughts and be able to breathe again. I will be even safer once he can't have a reason to be on the property legally ever again. I now realize something. It's not about needing to be on the same page and having the same thoughts in each separate brain. Those same thoughts do not have to be the only way each brain recalls something that has happened. It's not about having the same story, it's about trying to understand one another and meeting in the middle to have mutual empathy and kindness. Over the years, especially the last five for me, I have struggled to advocate for my perspective to be listened to and be engaged with in a consenting manner. It has not been respected as well. I have had my consent to share my differing perspectives rejected so many times. It has rarely been asked about or acknowledged. Only now, with the support from a few safe neighbors and other supports in the area, I feel more confident in advocating to share what I have experienced over the years and what my boundaries are now. I know there are other people on a slower paced journey, like myself, and there is the possibility to really find help locally if you are willing to ask and also accept help. I didn't realize I could be someone worthy of help in the first place. I'm now trying to get beyond the shame and guilt that comes with a stalled or slowed journey. On to better days

I'm awake at this hour due to chronic physical pain and was thinking on my past work experience. I realized that it was not just ableism involved in how I have been treated by all recent employers. They and their workplaces have all been homophobic and/or transphobic to me as well. I just didn't want to accept they could be so prejudice till now. Even the place where I just asked to pick up shifts at definitely has exhibited the aforementioned three prejudice. Looking back, it wasn't wise to contact them about working there again, but I'm dealing with a lot of financial turbulence (partially related to having to escape a lot of prejudice filled and unsafe environments). If I picked up a few shifts, that would have helped my financial situation as I go through the process of gaining a safe place to live and work again. But it might be a good thing that my previous employer said she had no open shifts. I don't know if the environment would be safe if her rejection of work had been related to discrimination and the workplace is still unsafe for me as a bi nonbinary/trans person. I now have the opportunity to try something new in the job realm and see where that takes me. And I know I'm not the only one to have these experiences either at these places of work. It's hard to come to terms with the fact that the discrimination I have felt is layered in this way. Still, it is important to address this internally and also externally; I hope I can find a balance of both.

I think I'm going to start using autocaps again after years of not. I think I need to continue to retrain my spelling/grammar mistakes. I've had a struggling ability to type since my car accident. Thankfully there are options for going back to speech therapy again. Hopefully, I'll make some progress towards improving my speech patterns and short/long term memory as well. We can only hope I guess. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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livingdeadpoetssociety

Casual reminder that the Palestine Children's Relief Fund has a 97% on Charity Navigator and you should donate to it if u can. Despite the limited external aid that's been allowed into Gaza, they've been able to distribute a lot of aid internally. And they are providing needed aid to Lebanon.

The Palestine Children's Relief Fund was established in 1992 by concerned humanitarians in the USA to bring injured and sick children for fr

tordenvejr

there is no audience to perform for, there is no approval, no admiration to attain. there is no role worth playing, there is no one to convince. let it go

sendhearthhome

To the young trans kid reading this (and the trans adult too):

You're not wrong.

I believe you.

You're so brave.

I love you.

vodis

Jessica Wolch & Emily Sundbled shot by Ryan McGingley for V magazine September 2001

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anneemay

Feeling crazy I'm seeing Gazan journalists posting farewells on twitter again

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thefugitivesaint

Langston Hughes (1902-1967), ‘Tired’, “New Masses”, Vol. 6, #9, Feb. 1931 Source

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Turntable (1996) Fatimah Tuggar

A raffia disk is placed on a record play and an embedded sound of a female musical group that plays kitchen utensils is heard playing. Other raffia disks are placed on shelves below the record player. Each record has a record label design fitted on it.

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Lebanon, July 1988 // Palestinian fighter holds a kitten in the refugee camp of Burj al-Barajneh on the outskirts of Beirut. Photo by Aline Manoukian.