Save My Brother Samer’s Life 🚨

If you scroll past this, you are ignoring a life that can be saved.

I’m writing as a brother watching Samer struggle for survival. His health has deteriorated to the point of falling into a coma, and we are unable to provide him with the necessary treatment. 💔

Samer suffers from bipolar disorder, and his stability relied on daily medications including LeponeX (Clozapine), Depalept Chrono (Sodium Valproate), and Lithium CO3 (Lithium Carbonate). These medications helped stabilize him, but without them, his health has worsened significantly. Every moment is crucial, and the pain and worry are relentless. 😞

There is no place for my brother in the hospital, and we cannot secure the treatment he needs. Imagine being unable to help your own brother as he struggles, without a way to provide the medicine he needs to recover.

Your donation could be the only hope to bring Samer back to life, giving him a chance to heal and come back to us. 🙏

Every contribution, no matter how small, could make a tremendous difference in saving Samer’s life. 💙

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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

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Wanted to make a post about what's going on in turkey but I'm so fucking tired

Please reblog this. They unlawfully stopped showing the live feeds and ordered all news channels to stop filming

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

Sometimes you have to take a step back and remember that same-sex marriage has only been legal in America for ten years.

I know that it seems like it's been this way forever, but when they were leaving it up to the states and Indiana legalized it for a whole 24 hours before Mike Pence got wise to it- me and a bunch of strangers ran around the city hall block with a rainbow flag because we were so happy. People were getting married on the spot because they'd been waiting so long and we didn't know if the ruling was going to stick.

It's wild to think about how much has changed just in my lifetime. Sodomy was a crime until 2003. Don't Ask Don't Tell was both enacted and repealed in my life.

The processes are slower than we want, but in retrospect- a lot has changed since the 90s.

My wife and I were the first same sex couple to get married in my county. I grew up just wanting to be left the fuck alone--the idea of getting married wasn't even on my radar.

I worked for campaigns and got angry and it felt like things were fucking hopeless all the time. But I learned that...everything breaks. Everything passes. Nothing Lasts. This sounds like a sad thing, and it's that, too, but it's also: Everything breaks. Even the night. Everything passes. Even the storm. Nothing lasts. Even the nightmare.

I deeply suspect things are going to be very difficult for a few years. And that we will spend about a decade or so, maybe more, playing cleanup crew. But that's okay. As long as we don't give up, you can strain the dam until it bursts, and then the river will go places it never dreamed of. Commit to the hard work of a few years. Commit to the suck. People are doing things. I promise. You can do them too.

When I was 18, I wanted to be left in peace. When I was 28, I was married. It was worth the fight. Even when it felt hopeless. Even when I failed again and again.

When I was born, black people and white people couldn't get married in the state where I was born.

When my gramma was born, women couldn't vote. She was a justice of the peace when I was in elementary school.

Things get better and things get worse and it's all happening at the same time. It's our job to block the bad things and encourage the good things and live our lives as well as we can.

All we can do is the best we can do and that has to be good enough. Don't waste your time only looking at the bad stuff.

I'm begging other trans people to read an ounce of Black Feminist or Decolonialist Feminist writing. I'm on my hands and knees and begging you. I promise you, I promise you, there is so much more to Feminist theory than anything you have picked up from White/Radical/Pop/Liberal Feminism I promise you. Read There Is No Hierarchy Of Oppressions By Audre Lorde. I have a link to the PDF right here you can read it for free. Take my hand I can't do this alone (thanks glass beach). Peace And Love On Planet Earth.

I've recommended them a thousand times but Hood Feminism by Mikki Kendall, White Tears, Brown Scars by Ruby Hamad, and Mediocre by Ijeoma Oluo are excellent reads for those wanting to understand some of the voices of the brown women behind intersectional feminism (and in Mediocre's case, in politics and society as a whole in comparison to white men), and how we aren't being heard in white feminist spaces. Some Kimberle Crenshaw as well for the origin of (the term) intersectional feminism, even!

@queerliblib not sure if you've seen this post or not but wanted to share just in case :)

thanks! yeah we’ve got Sister Outsider and The Selected Works of Audre Lorde in the collection. + many others in our wishlists

absolutely non-exhaustive, but you can see our list ‘non-fiction for Black history month’ here, including adrienne maree brown’s We Will Not Cancel Us, Love and Rage by Lama Rod Owens, Black Queer Freedom by GerShun Avilez & others~

I ordered a custom crepe and it seems the chef approves of my design

cozy afternoon nap

me and coworker: okay. we're getting rid of a ton of old records. they're sorted into price piles, you just need to write down the price and stick them to the record sleeve. if it doesn't have a sleeve, do not stick it to the vinyl bit, because the adhesive gunks up the grooves and affects how they play. okay?

new guy: yeah man!

us checking up on him 20 minutes later: 😨😂

him: i did not put stickers on them 🫡

it has to end eventually right