Over 90% of parents of visibly intersex children opt for cosmetic surgery on their infants.
The ones that don't experience medical violence then, likely experience it as a teenager.
I didn't.
I am very rare in that I did not experience medical violence.
Why? Because I learned what intersexuality was as a young age, and I actively fought against what doctors wanted to do to me. All the way down to legal research on what medical care minors can be forced into. I remember walking into that doctor's appointment with the state law written down that proved that if I did not consent they could not do surgery.
That is why intersex activism is important. It saved me and it will save more.
I am a father of three children, and I am going through extremely difficult times. I have been asking for help for some time now, but unfortunately, I have only received 15 euros. This is barely enough for the basic necessities to provide for my children: food, drink, and cream.
My children need safety, food, and care… and I am struggling to provide all of that.
Any help, even just a visit, can make a huge difference in our lives. If not a donation, your help in spreading this message might reach someone who can help.
Don't leave me alone… 🙏
My name is [Haifa N S], and I am currently living in Belgium.… Haifaa Hassouna needs your support for Help My Brother’s Family in Gaza Rebui
I am Karim. I was shot in the neck and the bullet exited my back on June 11. I cannot walk now and I am experiencing severe pain in my upper body. I need hospital treatment and comprehensive care. This requires a lot of money. Can you help me?
Go to paypal.me/RashaSaadeddin and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
How long do we have to cry out before someone finally hears us? How long will my sister keep fading away while the world stays silent?💔
For 3 days… not a single donation has come. I keep begging, posting, asking… and no one is responding.
My sister must go into surgery within the next 2 days. If we don’t raise the money in time… she will die.😔
We still need $451 , If just 18 people donate $25… we can do this. We can save her.🙏
She is in critical condition… after her heart stopped, her situation became extremely fragile. She is between life and death, and every moment now matters.💔😔
We have nothing left… everything is slipping through our hands. We wake up every day to fear, pain, and helplessness. watching her suffer while we can’t save her.
We’re not asking for the impossible… we’re asking for a chance to keep her alive.
This only works if you act now. Any support, no matter how small, could change everything. Even a share could reach someone who can help.
Please… don’t let her die while we are this close. Don’t let her fade away in silence.😔💔
Donate now. Do anything… just don’t leave us alone. Her life depends on this moment. 💔🙏
[as if this is not a normal and natural human thing to want] yeah i just really want to connect with people for some reason. Like some weird loser freak
I totally get shipping Jayvik--I do, and my (qpr) partner is a big fan of gay Jayvik, and if they did get together I'd have been elated with them as a couple.
But honestly? I enjoy knowing that they just genuinely love each other without romance being involved. I love that we got a QPR onscreen even if it was never stated that that's what they were (and fat chance of it ever happening in the next fifty years or so.) I so rarely get to see deep, genuine platonic love portrayed with the same closeness and affection and exclusivity. I love that we got to see their souls just genuinely loving each other without any kissing or physical attraction.
^how it feels to be in a QPR
Idk, it was just really nice. And I hope one day I can see one in explicit terms
EDIT: Adding on to say that I especially appreciate the conscious choice to say partner. Not "brother", not "friend", but partner. A platonic partner. A queerplatonic partner, if you will. Sure, they were science partners, but Jayce said that word with such warmth and meaning that I have to believe it was intentional.
As an Aromantic, something I really liked about Jayce and Viktor’s relationship is how non-romantic it felt. Like I don’t see them going on cute dates, but I definitely see them doing science together and bonding over that. I don’t see them making out, but the forehead-press they do didn’t feel out of the ordinary for me. The fundamental grounds for something to be queer platonic is that the person needs to enjoy being around the other person, and with Jayce and Viktor, that is very evident in almost all of their interactions.
Amplifying my emotions, especially my excitement and sociability, came up a lot during my autism assessment. That’s when I realised I’ve been masking for most of my life without even noticing. Since then, I’ve been unpacking things from my childhood when I was growing up, trying to see them from a new perspective.
And while this is happening while people are buried under rubble, while children freeze in tents, while entire families vanish overnight powerful men sit comfortably and present plans for a “New Gaza.”
Clean slides. Perfect buildings. Investment numbers. A future imagined without the people who are currently being erased.
They talk about peace while bombs are still falling. They talk about rebuilding while destruction is ongoing. They draw maps over land that is soaked with blood and call it hope.
The ceasefire is a lie.
What’s happening is ethnic cleansing, repackaged with the language of development and diplomacy. You cannot build a “new” city by destroying the people who belong to it. You cannot promise a future while actively killing the present.
This isn’t peace. It’s violence with better branding.
Today, three journalists were killed in a single airstrike.
Not soldiers. Not fighters. Journalists. People who believed that if they kept documenting, if they kept filming, if they kept writing, the world would eventually care.
In Gaza, telling the truth has become one of the most dangerous things you can do. Holding a camera is treated like holding a weapon. Every photo risks your life. Every report could be your last.
They had names. Families. People waiting for them to come home. They were not numbers, and they were not mistakes. They were silenced because truth is inconvenient, because images expose what statements try to hide.
When journalists are killed, it’s not just lives that are lost it’s evidence. It’s memory. It’s the last barrier between reality and denial.
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Donations for GAZA
This donation campaign is for ANAS family. Not for strangers, not for a cause I’m distant from but for the people who raised me, the people I love, the people I’m terrified of losing.
They are in Gaza, trying to survive something no human being should ever have to endure. Constant bombardment, displacement, hunger, fear, and the feeling that tomorrow is never guaranteed. Every day is about staying alive one more night.
If you choose to help, you are not donating to an abstract crisis. You are helping real people with names, memories, and lives that matter to me more than anything.
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