Hello Lm Hamdi ,I Humbly Ask For Your Support By Reblogging This Post On Your Account To Help Me And

PLS HELP BLACK AFRICAN AUTISTIC TRANS MAN SURVIVE & STAY HOUSED

Please help me with my monthly expenses

I'm officially behind on rent - trying to raise funds for rent, food, gas, electricity and toiletries for the month

ANYTHING HELPS!!!

GOAL IS $700 and my accounts are in the negatives

AT $400/700 (UPDATED 03/04/2023)

$100 - unpaid rent from march

$100/$400 - april rent - THIS IS DUE 1ST WEEK OF APRIL, PLEASE GIVE WHAT YOU CAN!!

$200 - food, electricity, toiletries

sorry for the chronic cf :(, you can dm for proof or any questions

PLEASE HELP RELIEVE ME FROM THIS STRESS AS I CANNOT WORK RIGHT NOW DUE TO FAMILY AND MENTAL CONSTRAINTS AND DISABILITIES. $1 GOES A LONG WAY. THANK YOU!

To be a high femme lesbian 🎀

To be a high femme lesbian is to be a protector. Of butches, of history , of selfhood.

To be a high femme lesbian is to be a paradox of all that is heteronormative, of all that femininity is expected to be.

To be a high femme lesbian is to be gentle , to be kind , to be a safe haven for the ostracised stone butch lesbians in my circle and let them know there is a home for them, beating within my ribs.

To be a high femme lesbian is to be authentic , to not perform femininity but to reclaim and redefine it for myself. For the other high femmes I meet , for the butches I cherish.

To be a high femme lesbian is to have your own stone. To not let it be chipped , be melted , be disregarded as heterosexual indecency. To allow your sexuality to flourish in the cradling of a stone butch’s hands. To allow theirs to find refuge in your stone sanctuary.

To be a high femme lesbian is an honour , not to be taken for granted. It is love personified , it is unity and it is freedom.

like him so much i'm really thinking of giving him a lap dance to any Bad Gyal song

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.

I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.

I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.

I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.

I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.

I can't stand Child free people, as a child free person.

Like I have a legit trigger based in children screaming. That is a PTSD thing from years of abuse when I was a child. So I can't hardly deal with children in public but guess what!!! That's a personal problem! I deal with that by not going at times when kids are there! Or by putting in headphones!

But demanding the world become more hostile to children than it already is is just the peak of fucking entitlement.

"Oh but my wonderful anniversary dinner shouldn't be ruined by the sound of a baby screaming"

Go to a restaurant that doesn't allow children. They do exist! They tend to be more expensive but they exist! Or! Or! Better yet! Don't eat out! Rent out somewhere for the night and cook your own damn food!

"I shouldn't have to listen to a baby screaming on a plane"

That baby is far more uncomfortable than you are. It's literally in pain because of pressure changes in the cabin. Parents hate it too! There is no good answer for this so suck it up! Get noise canceling headphones and listen to a podcast or a book or music.

Children are human beings. They're not annoying pets that people happen to create. They have a right to be in public, to exist just like anyone else.

If you want eternal calm and quiet move out to the country and become a fucking hermit.

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My name is Aya, I'm 29 years old. I'm married to Jihad, who is 32, and we have three beautiful children: Abdelrahman (7 years old), Jori (5 years old), and Adam (2 years old). We live in the northern part of Gaza.

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Abdelrahman, Adam, and Jori are the heartbeat of my heart and the light of my life.

Abdelrahman: the lion of the house, the helpful and loving boy to his siblings and family.

Jori: my beloved girl, the one closest to my heart, and my little mini-me.

Adam: my little hero and my spoiled child.

Since the onset of the latest war in Gaza, our home has been completely destroyed, forcing us into displacement. We’ve had to move more than thirteen times in search of safety. During this harrowing journey, we faced severe hunger and malnutrition that nearly took my life and the lives of my children. Additionally, we were exposed to numerous contagious diseases and dangerous epidemics.

Before: This is our home, our dream, and our promising future.

My children have to travel long distances just to get water and stand in line for hours to get food. Their mental health has been shattered by the war, their education has come to a halt, and they have suffered from catastrophic hunger that almost claimed their lives.

After: This is our home, built with our sweat and effort, and it has been completely destroyed.

The Right to a Peaceful Life

My children deserve to live a peaceful life free from fear and anxiety. I dream of your help to support my family and escape this genocide. Your assistance means the world to me and my children.

Your donations can be a beacon of hope for us. Every dollar can help save my children's lives and give them a chance to live in peace. Your prayers for us to overcome this ordeal and lift the siege are greatly needed.

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Huge commotion for the butches who can't or won't work out. To the butches who can't play any sports. To the butches who can't build or fix. To the butches who don't have the physical strength that can be so romanticized in online – but not only – spaces. To the butches who need any type of mobility aid. To the butches with mental disabilities. To the butches with chronic conditions. To the shy or reserved butches. To the fat butches. To the butches who desire to be sought out. To the butches who can't or won't make the first move. To the butches who still suffer with the predatory stigma. To the butches with softer voices, softer personalities. To the transfeminine butches. To the submissive butches. To the average sized butches. To the butches with long hair. To the she/her, he/him, they/them – or any other combination of – butches. To the butches who embrace their own brand of femininity or their own brand of masculinity. To the butches on T. To the butches who decided to undergo top surgery. To the butches who decided against it. To the butches who have chosen a new name for themselves...

To every butch who doesn't fit into the tough stereotype, and who does not necessarily need to fit into any other type of stereotype.

To every butch who feels they won't ever find someone who truly sees them, loves them...

You will.

i know butch lesbians get compared to twinks all the time but shoutout to butches who don’t look like twinks. shoutout to butches more on the bear end of the spectrum. shoutout to transmasc butches who go on testosterone and get top surgery. shoutout to transfem butches who keep their hair short and don’t shave and don’t go on estrogen. shoutout to butches who are fat. shoutout to butches who are disabled. shoutout to butches that aren’t white. shoutout to butches that look indistinguishable from cisgender men and wouldn’t want it any other way. shoutout to butches that are nonbinary and shoutout to butches that use neopronouns and have xenogenders. shoutout to butches that want to transition but can’t at the moment. shoutout to butches that dress and look however they want and don’t conform to the expectations of what butches “should” look like. y’all are cool as fuck

Hi!!!! 💕 sorry to bother you i mean no disrespect,i really don't know what sort of opener to get you to talk to me but I'm a sugarmommy, and i'm pretty new here. I'm looking for an honest sugarbaby, it doesn't necessarily have to be SEXUAL, and i'll reward you with a fair weekly allowance....looking forward to hearing from you..💕feel free to send a dm ☺️🥰

hi there! I appreciate the message but I'm not interested in becoming a sugar baby. I hope you find someone who is though, and have a good day!

when they're out of touch and out of time