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Shame on us!
Boycott Eurovision
Boycott Eurovision
The time I made my butch bf watch princess and the pauper and it got too real
i know every digit of pi
Can't prove you wrong cause I do be queer
If your favourite barbie movie was Barbie and the Diamond Castle you’re queer now I don’t make the rules I’m just a perfect proof of that
Tumblr flagged this post as sexually explicit and it's literally just a trans dude in high fantasy art.
Make it make sense.
ENTRY LEVEL MEANS NO EXPERIENCE. IT MEANS NO PORTFOLIO OF RELEVANT SAMPLES. ENTRY LEVEL IS ENTRY LEVEL
Gay weddings from different cultures
When our synagogue heard about the horrific tragedy that took place at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando, it was at the same time that we were celebrating our festival of Shavuot, which celebrates God’s giving of the Torah.
As Orthodox Jews, we don’t travel or use the Internet on the Sabbath or on holidays, such as Shavuot. But on Sunday night, as we heard the news, I announced from the pulpit that as soon as the holiday ended at 9:17 p.m. Monday, we would travel from our synagogue in Northwest Washington to a gay bar as an act of solidarity.
We just wanted to share the message that we were all in tremendous pain and that our lives were not going on as normal. Even though the holiday is a joyous occasion, I felt tears in my eyes as I recited our sacred prayers.
I had not been to a bar in more than 20 years. And I had never been to a gay bar. Someone in the congregation told me about a bar called the Fireplace, so I announced that as our destination. Afterward, I found out it was predominantly frequented by gay African Americans.
Approximately a dozen of us, wearing our kippot, or yarmulkes, went down as soon as the holiday ended. Some of the members of our group are gay, but most are not. We did not know what to expect. As we gathered outside, we saw one large, drunk man talking loudly and wildly. I wondered whether we were in the right place. Then my mother, who was with me, went up to a man who was standing on the side of the building. She told him why we were there. He broke down in tears and told us his cousin was killed at Pulse. He embraced us and invited us into the Fireplace.
We didn’t know what to expect, but it turned out that we had so much in common. We met everyone in the bar. One of the patrons told me that his stepchildren were actually bar-mitzvahed in our congregation. Another one asked for my card so that his church could come and visit. The bartender shut off all of the music in the room, and the crowd became silent as we offered words of prayer and healing. My co-clergy Maharat Ruth Friedman shared a blessing related to the holiday of Shavuot, and she lit memorial candles on the bar ledge. Then everyone in the bar put their hands around each other’s shoulders, and we sang soulful tunes. After that, one of our congregants bought a round of beer for the whole bar.
Everyone in the bar embraced each other. It was powerful and moving and real and raw.
After that we moved to the outdoor makeshift memorial service at Dupont Circle. There, too, we did not know what to expect. But as we gathered around the circle, people kept coming up to us and embracing us. One man we met there told us that his daughter sometimes prays with us. Others were visiting from Los Angeles but joined in full voice, clearly knowing the Hebrew words to the song we were singing.
As we were singing, I looked over at some gay members of our congregation and saw tears flowing down their faces. I felt the reality that we are living in a time of enormous pain. But I also felt that the night was a tremendous learning experience for me. I learned that when a rabbi and members of an Orthodox synagogue walk into a gay African American bar, it is not the opening line of a joke but an opportunity to connect; it is an opportunity to break down barriers and come together as one; it is an opportunity to learn that if we are going to survive, we all need each other.
I don’t think this article got very much traction last year, but I wanted to share it again.
A man goes to see his Rabbi in a panic, and he gets there and he says, “Rabbi you’ll never guess what! My son has run away to become a Christian!” And the Rabbi responds, “Well you’ll never guess what! My son has also run away to become a Christian!” So the man asks the Rabbi what to do and the Rabbi says that they should pray to G-d. So they pray and tell him of their plight and G-d replies, “You’ll never guess what!”
- An old Hasidic joke that my Dad likes to tell me
Mugshots of civil rights activist “Freedom Riders” in Jackson, Mississippi during the summer of 1961.
Also we (Inuit (and many many other peoples around the world as well)) are reclaiming parts of our beliefs are still get literally demonized by christians. You can keep quoting bible verses at us to "save us" it won't work cause we don't believe in your religion and your religious books. Aren't yall supposed to "Love thy neighbor as thyself" and to not pass judgment on to others. Oh wait, that's not what your beliefs lie it is within colonial constructs which include missionaries. Op is right on this fact. To force your religion is truly evil and dehumanizing towards the peoples. I hope you find room in your hearts to learn love and kindness towards all.
honestly missionaries are evil. the idea of traveling the world to tell people Who Didnt Fucking Ask that their beliefs are wrong in the hopes that theyll adopt your beliefs seems sinister
how do you guys feel about the fact that these two characters exist in the same universe
did you guys notice that in the commercial they record for the hotel alastor glitches out the whole time
Members of the Osage Nation at the 2024 Academy Awards
happy mario milk day lads
one of my favourite things about my boyfriend is that he's 6'4 but convinced he is a normal sized person and this does not constitute "tall"
once, if not twice, a week the card game shop he plays digimon at upload a top-4 photo best described as "gandalf and the hobbits" and every time he is genuinely baffled as to why he looks like that
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
Ikemen Vampire Concept
So you know in Ikemen Vampire how the characters are based off of historical figures. What do yall think would happen if the mc was from a nation colonized by France (ei Native Nations of Canada and Haiti ect) when Napoleon was alive and reigning terror everywhere? Like the interactions would be interesting. Would MC even want to be around or even interact with him? I'm just brain storming over how the story would have to change and think it's a neat idea.
Reblog if you honestly have NEVER sent anon hate.
It pains me that only 14,000 people can honestly reblog this
Thank you for this up. Avatar The Last Airbender is one of a handful of Inuit represtation out there in the eyes of the general public. I would know cause I'm Inuit. I am very tired of people (casting directors and Hollywood in general) think that you can just insert any Indigenous actor/actress as apart of any Indigenous Nation. It's why I choose not to watch the netflix live action of Avatar the Last Airbender. I'm tired of people not hiring Indigenous people of the Nation(s) they want to represent. Thank you again for bring this up.
Is every adaptation of ATLA like allergic to casting Inuit actors as the Water tribe characters or something. First we got the whitewashing shitshow "The Last Airbender", then the Netflix adaptation DID mostly cast Native actors as the Water Tribe characters, but Sokka is a pretendian, Katara is played by Mohawk actress Kiawentiio Tarbell plus a white looking Meegwun Fairbrother as another character, and now the Nickelodeon animated adult gaang series cast Jessica Matten, who is mixed Cree/Métis (who, by the way, were historically enemies with Inuit), was cast as Katara. Why.
