This is how real change is made, through direct action.
sometimes change is made by a as many people as possible saying “i know i techincally cant stop you, but i can Not Help you and that will have Some Effect”
in addition to this great thread, i recommend reading “how the irish became white” by noel ignatiev. i do expect a lot of fighting against these facts because these lies and myth are so ingrained and now have become a part of the community and the sense of self and pride of irish people.
This guy at my office is talking about how some ~20 unionized workers that operate bridges shut down a huge chunk of the city by lifting the bridges then leaving on a boat until their demands were met and I forgot I was supposed to say “oh that’s fucked up” because I was immediately like sick that’s dope as hell lmao
Think about how much power labor has. These guys working in big positions talking about the kind of damage some “high school dropouts who ganged up” can do with an edge of fear in their voice
Like sorry you got punked out by these guys you think are below you bitchboy you dont sound very in charge lmao
The child naively believes that everything should be fair and everyone should be honest, that only good should prevail, that everybody should have what they want and there should be no pain or sadness. The child believes the world should be perfect and is outraged to discover it is not.
And the child is right.”
— Rabbi Tzvi Freeman
“Westerners are fond of the saying ‘Life isn’t fair.’ Then, they end in snide triumphant: ‘So get used to it!’ What a cruel, sadistic notion to revel in! What a terrible, patriarchal response to a child’s budding sense of ethics. Announce to an Iroquois, ‘Life isn’t fair,’ and her response will be: ‘Then make it fair!’” –Barbara Alice Mann
not to dredge up old wounds and sound bitter but when I was 17 my dad died in a house fire and the very next week we had a huge geometry test I hadn’t studied for because of the whole House Fire Dead Dad situation so the extremely kind kid sitting next to me let me cheat from his test since the answers were multiple choice, but I was SO stressed about the whole House Fire Dead Dad situation I didn’t even notice we had different tests.
My teacher handed them back the next day with an obvious zero written on mine, and when I started crying in class he told me that’s what I get for cheating, in front of everyone.
Most things from my teenagehood I have let go, but if I ever run into this man in a grocery store I 100% will ask him what is problem was.
That said, I used to spend a lot of time grieving this girl who lost so much and who suffered so much under the rules of people like that teacher. I told my therapist that the tragedy of it all is that nobody ever came to save her and so she was never saved.
My therapist asked me why I saw her as separate from myself. I realized I felt that at some point between then and Adulthood, that girl had died, and I was mourning her death. All the time, I looked at photos of my younger self as if they were memories of a childhood friend I’d lost.
My therapist helped me understand and accept that she never died, she is me, and by surviving, I did save her life. She is alive, and those hopes and dreams she had before she felt pain and loss still exist in me. And every time someone treats me badly and I stand up for myself, I am standing up for her. Every time I try to get better, I am nursing her back to health. Every time I take care of myself, I am taking care of her. I am the adult she needed.
She was saved, because she is me, and I saved myself. I saved her. I saved us both.
I’m only sharing such personal feelings this plainly, because I hope it will resonate with some of you who feel that there’s a part of you, a child crying, who got left behind. If you’re still alive, you’re holding that child in your arms right now. They are vulnerable, they are wounded, but they are alive. Take care of yourself, and you’ll take care of them. I love you.
reverse hero’s journey is when you’re the most powerful being in the universe and you let some dumbass guide you into becoming an insignificant and powerless ordinary dude
initiation into mystical knowledge of: how to recycle and do your own laundry
Omg, is this the gifted kid experience into adulthood???
leftist antisemites are really everywhere on this hellsite making & reblogging their posts like “the Jews have too much power and privilege and actually their very recent genocide was not that bad compared to what my group experiences and antisemitism doesn’t even exist in my country and especially not in liberal spaces”
Goyim should reblog posts like this one instead of always only acknowledging antisemitism when it is about jk rowling’s goblins or easy shit like that.
Challenge the antisemitism that is coming from inside the house. Be a little brave. Because you will lose followers for reblogging a post like this, because there are antisemites following you that think this way, and assume you do too.
Thing is is, as much m/f that is produced in the world, as a bi woman, sometimes I want to see a man fall in love with an obviously queer woman. I want to see a man realizing that the woman he is interested in is gnc and that isn’t going to change.
And women fall for GNC men! I want women who are enamored with their soft queer lover.
I want to see masc/masc and fem/fem m/f ships. Wlm and mlw can and should be queer in media.
You know what, Im seeing my own post again and wanna say…. I wanna see queer makeover scenes and I wanna see the love interest gush.
I want the nerdy conservatively dressed girl bestfriend get her hair done and her fancy clothes on and she appears in a pressed suit. And I want the love interest to loose his breath because she’s so handsome in a bow tie and slacks.
I want the guy in a skirt or a dress, I want his love interest so blown away by the way his nylons look.
If you are ever looking for furniture you’ve got to go to an antique store. Now when I say antique store, I don’t mean the boutique downtown that will charge you $700 for a lamp. I mean the trashy place up the street on a big lot with tables and chairs piled up for miles outside. The kind that stretches 75 miles back in a cold room with no descernable path through it. You will find the best, sturdiest, and coolest shit for amazing prices. If it’s in the middle of nowhere it’s even better because you can haggle.
Isn’t this how most people get haunted
I’m willing to take that chance if it means I get a hardwood armoire for my bedroom for $129.
Don’t think of it as being haunted, think of it as a “buy one antique, get a free ghost” deal.