I should probably pin this post: if you message me or send me an ask I cannot respond, I promise I am not ignoring you. the best way to get my attention is to directly ping me with the @ function
it’s just this recent wave of “all sexual expression is good even the problematic ones!” is crazy to me like we used to be mad about the song Blurred Lines and call it blatant expression of misogyny and rape apologia, even though it’s art. like i think it’s fine to call shallow misogynist art shallow and misogynist and i think it’s fine to deplatform it
this used to be the SJW site whatever happened to “be intolerant of intolerance” and “3 people having dinner with a nazi is 4 nazis” and “both-sides-ing only aids the oppressor” now everyone is saying shit like Actually 🤓☝️Blurred Lines is a Progressive and Leftist Anthem because it Queers the Status Quo Narrative of Consensual Sex
It seems that your cheap phones are not a god given right but actually a luxury sustained by imperialist inequality after all. Mirá vos.
It’s imperialism to take advantage of trade now?
Comparative advantage is racist?
What happened to “diversity is our strength”?
Yes, taking advantage of poor nations to produce luxury goods is the very definition of imperialism.
Small or less developed nations participating in mutually beneficial trade is not imperialism by any reasonable definition.
When America stops buying stuff from the world, even if its for luxury goods, the whole world economy suffers for it.
Well, see, mutually beneficial. You get your luxury goods, and the third world gets starvation wages, exploitation, environmental destruction, and brutal political, economical and military interventions to keep the explotation going.
We need to resist. We need to mobilize and organize. Collective action is a must. So please continue your support to Palestinian families. I know things are more difficult now, but we need to do our part!
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I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children’s laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
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People who insist tumblr must be 90% LGBT because their self-curated dash is have never gotten a weird comment on a post and went to check the person’s blog and discovered an entire deep subculture of christian and tradwife users reblogging anti-abortion quotes and transphobia between each other. I promise you they’re on here.
