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Suzanne Collins gripping my face with her hands: listen listen the first step to evil is dehumanisation, always, the second you start to see people as less than people no matter what they've done to you that's when you start heading down a path of selfish destruction and violence

Eurovision is allowing Israel to participate despite its ongoing genocide against Palestinians.

Boycott Eurovision.

Do not watch it. Do not support it.

don’t stop talking about what’s happening

the fact is, israel now definitely realises that no one believes its bullshit anymore, especially seeing the mass movement and huge shift in narrative in response to its ongoing war against Gaza. this tells israel that the mask is now completely off and the masses no longer believe its claims of being the victim and whatever the hell else.

this explains why the scale of violence has been so overwhelming in recent weeks, considering there is nothing for israel to justify anymore and no pretences to keep up for those who used to fall for them.

there is also the sense of embarrassment; a whole military apparatus with billions in annual aid still could not break a besieged, starved enclave (it never will). we have been hearing about ground invasion this, ground invasion that and we have yet to see anything tangible.

again, the public for the most part has now seen who israel really is; a genocidal, terrorist state, and israel knows there's no turning back from this so it ramped up the violence to cause as much damage as possible before it is forced to halt its current acceleration of the ongoing genocide.

U.S. officials are literally telling israel to "pause" so that people can ease up a little and be lulled back into complacency. always remember this and let's keep doing what we're doing because the tides have really turned.

bisan has just posted a video that israel has lit up the sky, signalling they will bomb tonight, and that she has nowhere to go. she is in khan yunis--the south, where she was told to go to.

you can hear planes overhead as she speaks.

she wants israel to finally admit the truth--they do not want palestinians to go to "safe" parts of gaza, they want people to leave entirely and recreate the 1948 nakba.

please spread the word, please keep bisan in your thoughts, and do not let this happen in silence.

Browsing through old files, found this from ~two years ago

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Help save the Yiddish Translation Fellowship Program

I wanted to ask my followers and fellow language enthusiasts to donate to the Yiddish Book Center so that they can continue to train translators and make Yiddish literature accessible (or at least share this post if possible) 🐐

I just remembered I forgot to water the seedlings in the greenhouse so I went back outside, and I was too lazy to look for the small watering can for seedlings at this hour so I just knelt down near the fish tank and took some water in my cupped hands and started tossing it towards the seedling tray on the table behind me

—only the fish are starting to be very friendly by now, as soon as they see me they come wriggling happily to say hi and check if I have a little insect or some other snack to give them, and suddenly I found myself accidentally catching a friendly little fish in my cupped hands and throwing it in the air behind me. I literally realised what I was doing as I was doing it

I have bad reflexes usually but this time I jumped up and flailed around desperately and managed to catch the little guy mid-flight!!!!

The fish was very confused but unharmed 😭

(sorry for the poor stick drawings, I felt I could not adequately convey our mutual jolt of surprise and terror with words)

i'm thinking about how cats hold their babies and how so many mammals also hold their babies and also about how physical touch is a love language

Last year I wrote about what happened at Pride when a couple of kids didn't understand why us older folx were so bitter about Reagan.

This year, I have something a little softer.

Someone who looked a little older than me came up to the booth wearing a pink t-shirt proclaiming him one of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, San Francisco chapter. As I was ringing him up, I asked if he'd been involved for a while.

"Yes," he said, "for a bit," in that way us middle-aged people do when we're sort of wincing and feeling old.

"Okay, well," I said, sitting at my register in my queer booth full of queer clothes and patches and pins, topless in public for the first time. (I had pasties on for my own comfort bc I was working, but I live in the city of the Naked Bike Ride, and I took full advantage). My baby brother and both of my partners ran around behind me, my brother wearing a loose tank top that makes his scars visible.

"I need to tell you that you all helped keep me alive."

He blinked at me as I continued, "I was a kid in high school in the early 90s. I lived in the middle of nowhere in Pennsylvania, and what you all were doing was so loud and so out there that even I heard about your work. It was one of the things that kept me alive. So thank you, and please thank the rest of the Sisters."

I heard about them through people in my parents' church complaining about them, and then I sought more information through the beginning of the internet, through newspapers, through anything I could find. I found the cover of Newsweek that one of the Sisters was on. I read about their "exorcism" of fundamentalist preachers whose books sat on the shelf in my parents' basement and probably still do. I saw how loud and colorful and unapologetically queer they were.

The knowledge that someone was out there, so full of defiant joy, refusing the shame that people kept trying to put on them? Oh, that kept me alive. I saw them, and I knew I could make it through. I wrapped my hands around that knowledge, and I held on so tight.

It took me a long time - a long, long time - to unwind most of it for myself and get to the point where my fat butch ass was sitting bare-chested in the July breeze, looking up at him as he held out his arms and said "you're actually giving me chills." I answered, "I mean every word. You helped keep me alive. So thank you."

I never know what to say when people come up to me in public and tell me that I helped them or changed their life in some way. I appreciate it, and I genuinely love the people who apologized for "fanpersoning" at me last weekend, I just never know what to say. I'm incredibly grateful that the Sister I spoke to was incredibly gracious, saying "usually we give blessings, but I feel like you blessed me." Another member of the party let me pet their tiny dog, who was not very interested in me, and that's okay. It was an overwhelming day. Then, they moved on.

Me? I'm still sitting with the fact that I looked last weekend into the faces of people who didn't know they were holding my head above water, and that I got to tell them the work they do matters. It's a rare thing to get to tell someone, "You saved me," and I'm treasuring it.

Last weekend, I wore my new battle vest with nothing underneath it, unless it was too hot, and then I just sat in my chair, chatting and ringing ppl out with my skin free to the air. I decided last year that top surgery isn't for me, but that also I'm going to love this body unapologetically, and it's no less a transmasculine body because the soft new dark hair on my belly isn't accompanied by pink scars along my ribs.

I didn't get here on my own. I got here because someone else cut through the undergrowth ahead of me so I could take another step forward. Here I am, decades later, still taking step after step, one at a time, and trying to lay paving stones behind me.

Last weekend was another step along that way, another step through unwinding the fear and shame and sadness that my parents and their church built into me. Another step out of hating myself for hiding parts of myself for so long, for acting out in other ways to distract people from my queerness, for feeling so much guilt when other people tell me I'm brave, because I know how much of myself I hid for how long because I was a coward, because I was afraid.

Another step into expiating stigmatic guilt.

Like to slap his bald head

Reblog to slap his band head

Which of these would you rather see on your dash?

Hey @staff. This is a perfect example of why collapsed reblogs is such a bad idea. Seeing the full thread, you go like this: 😮 ooh, that's cool 😀 "they're free," hehe! 🤣 "16 cents," perfection!!

I have achieved joy, I feel positive feelings toward Tumblr, I want to engage, I want to stay, my eyeballs land on more ads, you make more money, everyone wins! 🎉

Seeing the collapsed thread, you go like this:

😮 ooh, that's cool 😐 "16 cents"? yes, that's literally what the pic shows, not sure why you felt the need to say that

There is no motivation for me to uncollapse the reblog chain—it looks like a boring conversation about the denominations of coins. And even if I do uncollapse it, you've ruined the joke by showing me the punchline before the setup. I am sad, Tumblr is boring, I go elsewhere to entertain myself, I see less ads, you make less money, everyone loses. 😥

Reblog chains are the best thing about Tumblr. They are your unique super power. They are the thing that makes people screenshot Tumblr and share it around. Why on earth would you kneecap them??

I don't know exactly how you plan to implement this. Give people the option to keep them collapsed if there truly are people who are annoyed by how long they can get (you already have a version of this feature), but don't collapse them for everyone or new users by default. Please. It will make Tumblr so much more boring.

HOW DO I JOIN THE SKELETON WAR

A QUESTION MANY ARE PONDERING IN MY INBOX

WELL FEAR NOT MY CHAOTIC COMPATRIOTS, I SHALL SHED CLARITY ON THE PROCESS WITH MY MIRROR SHIELD

JOIN FORCES WITH THE WIZARDS HERE. REBLOG THE POST TO SHOW YOUR VIGOR AND SUPPORT. COMMENT IN THE POST TO DECLARE YOUR INBOX IS OPEN FOR INVASION. HERE IS YOUR SPELL BOOK, BUT FEEL FREE TO MANIFEST YOUR OWN SPELLS

JOIN FORCES WITH THE SUPERIOR SKELETON LEGION. REBLOG THE POST TO INVOKE FEAR INTO OUR ENEMIES. COMMENT IN THE POST ABOUT THE EXCEPTIONAL MIGHT OF YOUR INBOX. WE MAY NOT HAVE SPELLS BUT WE HAVE COOL ENCHANTED WEAPONS.

IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO PARTICIPATE, USE ANY DOG EMOJI YOU HAVE 🐺🐶🐕‍🦺🐩🐕(EEEK) AND PUT IT SOMEWHERE VISIBLE ON YOUR ACCOUNT (NOT IN YOUR USERNAME, CHANGING YOUR USERNAME LEAVES THE OLD ONE OPEN FOR SOMETHING, THE DREADED LIFELESS PORN BOTS, TO TAKE)

also if i can be real for a sec, this isn't a "drive the wizards off the site" kind of war. this is a game on the playground at recess. this is calvin ball where you make it up as you go. this is simple, no-stakes, fuckery.

we want to encourage people to used blazed posts to not only build reinforcements for wizards and skeletons, but to also to support tumblr and the dev team to keep up their endearing nonsense. we can't do that by bullying and driving people off the site.

tumblr may be cringe, but its our cringe.

ALRIGHT? NOW LETS GET GOIN!

sending people wikipedia articles is my favorite form of humor. one time a long time friend of mine asked why i was using a different name and acting different i sent him the wikipedia page for DID. ryder just asked me why its 108 degrees in nevada right now and i sent him the wikipedia page for global warming and the season of summer.

Reblog if you had a Tumblr for 5+ years

Happiness Will Come To You.