all i do is love my wife THEY/THEM 23 butch lesbian in love with my wife @moonlightfemme is my wife i love my wife if u can't tell pfp by @enilehtnorevol
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My name is Ahmad , and I am a 14-year-old resident of Khan Yoā¦ Ahmad W needs your support for Help Gaza Families Secu
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(#167 on the verified fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi) (but we had to make a new gfm campaign cuz our old organizer stopped contacting us).
we were talki ng abt some stupid stuff and eventually had a convo that went "if u dream of bushes (like. actual bushes not greenery LMFAO) turn into a sheep so u can eat them" and she went "i dont wanna eat bushes either way" and i said omg youre such a high femme if u were a sheep u would refuse to eat bush and whatever i cant explain the entire convo but it led to this
we were talki ng abt some stupid stuff and eventually had a convo that went "if u dream of bushes (like. actual bushes not greenery LMFAO) turn into a sheep so u can eat them" and she went "i dont wanna eat bushes either way" and i said omg youre such a high femme if u were a sheep u would refuse to eat bush and whatever i cant explain the entire convo but it led to this
i completely agree w u that it is weird to use the term femme but not want any relationship with a butch cause butchfemme was centered around the creation of lesbian gender roles and how they both embodied and responded to gender nonconformity but w/o the butch gender nonconformity its like... ur not embodying or responding... u r just a lesbian who is feminine...? i donāt get how thatās a novel experience as opposed to the general lesbian community or constitutes a need for a label... iām open to more thoughts but genuinely so confused
i wish i could give a more comprehent answer but this means so much thank you
Hello, my name is Nadin. Iām from Gaza. Iām a graphic design graduate, a wifeāand now, a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.
Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husbandās family home, killing 25 membersāhis mother, siblings, nieces and nephewsāentire branches of our family in seconds.
We were displaced twice. Everything was goneāhome, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebrationānot even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadnāt felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.
Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.
Today, Israelās government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forcesānot Israelābut with no clear path to peace or normalcy.
The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.
Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.
We Donāt Know What Comes Next
Thereās no clear path forwardāonly uncertainty for our daughterās life and our ability to survive another day.
My name is Nadin, and Iām a mother from Gaza.
How You Can Help
Iām asking for supportānot for comfort, but for survival:
Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.
Support us as I try to stand again on my own feetāeven a glimmer of stability matters.
If youāve read this far, thank you. If you can giveāthank you. If you canātājust sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.
šø From One Motherās Heart ā Please Read šø
My name is Saja. Iām a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow ā from her first smile to her first steps ā surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment ā a fragile, breathless moment ā when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark ā hiding, holding on, praying.
Iām writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughterās life.
And even now ā especially now ā I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why Iām Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
Thatās why I keep going.
Iāve launched a campaign to ask for help ā not because itās easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: š¤ Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity š¤ Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources š¤ Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
š If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on ā to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
If you canāt give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe youāve never lived through war. But if youāve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them ā then you understand more than you know.
I donāt want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youāve read this far ā thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like itās a lifeline.
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