Unironically, It's Not Bioessentialism, It's Basic Sociology.

yes. okay. ill tone it down for you. i wont talk so loud when im excited. ill keep my legs clamped together and shrink down for you so arent intimidated by my manly disposition. oh, you want me to shave too? ill go shave every inch meticulously and i wont even cry when it burns later. yeah yeah youre right ill wear a longer skirt. cant risk scarring some family from them seeing a tiny bulge in fabric. was my voice too deep for you? and ill never sound like a real girl? you can always tell cant you. ive got some weird kinks? nevermind plenty of cis people share them, yeah im just a freak and should go to prison or just die. yeah. youre right i was talking over that person, ill stay quiet and keep my head down.

am i small enough for you to fold away in some dusty corner yet? am i palatable enough for you to chew and swallow til theres nothing left? did i make you laugh hard enough the tears blocked my sorrow? did you get off on me and close the tab?

am i a girl to you now?

One of my favorite parts of Tumblr is occasionally stumbling upon a horde of the fakest progressives you've ever seen. Like you can't just say you're homophobic, so you just go after passing bisexuals instead.

they should invent a tummy that doesnt hurt

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My name is Amira, I am 23 years old, and this is my story, filled with challenges and pain💔.

Four years ago, I lost my father and became responsible for my family. I took on the responsibility of caring for my sick mother and siblings, working hard as a university assistant and a programmer in a company. I was building my future step by step, enduring all the hardships 💙.

But the war turned my life upside down. I lost my home, my job, my university, and everything I worked for. We were displaced seven times in search of safety, and each time we hoped to find a better place. We are currently in Al-Zawayda, living in a school for displaced people, and we face harsh conditions every day😥.

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This is a glimpse of our daily suffering, as we lack the most basic necessities of life. Every day, we face challenges that turn survival into a constant struggle in unforgiving conditions😓.

The accumulated waste around our area poses a serious health hazard, polluting the air and spreading diseases that have affected us all. Both our children and the elderly suffer from illnesses due to this ongoing pollution, in a situation that threatens our lives and health every day💔.

My heart longs for family gatherings, and I feel nostalgic for the moments we used to spend together. Now, we are separated between the north and the south, and we haven't seen each other for ten months😥.

I miss every corner of my room, which was my safe haven. Those corners hold my memories and reflect my peace, and I yearn to return to them🧡.

I also miss my working life, which, despite being exhausting, gave my life meaning and purpose. I miss the days of work and the effort I used to put in 💚.

And I long for the feeling of success and pride that filled me after achieving my goals in my studies and work. These memories of my accomplishments remind me of the joy of success💜.

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nah, he got this

Can you tell this dub was recorded in South Carolina, and in 1995?

A Plea for Hope: Ibrahim Almoghani’s Fight for Survival

I'm Ibrahim Almughanni. I once dreamed of a peaceful, prosperous future for my family, but those dreams were shattered by the unrelenting horrors of war.

I am a husband and a father to three beautiful children:

Toleen, who is 9 years old

Wateen, who is 6

and Tayseer, who is just 4.

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The Day Our Lives Shattered

I remember the day vividly—explosions began in the distance, growing into a deafening roar. Smoke and fear engulfed us as we watched our neighbors flee in terror. We grabbed our children and ran, pushing through a sea of panic until we could run no more.

Finding Refuge Amid Desperation

We found temporary shelter in a classroom turned into a makeshift refuge. The walls were bare, the air thick with fear. Surrounded by other displaced families, we shared a profound sense of loss.

The Heavy Burden of Loss

I lost my home—my sanctuary—now reduced to rubble. My workshop, where I built my life as a blacksmith, was completely destroyed. I lost not only my tools and savings but also my livelihood. The deepest wound is the loss of hope: the hope that my children could thrive, free from fear.

Daily Struggles for Survival

We are caught in a cycle of survival. Food is scarce, and basic necessities are out of reach. In our overcrowded shelter, we cling to each other for comfort. The worry and fear in my family’s eyes are constant reminders of our daily struggle.

A Heartfelt Call for Help

We need your help to provide basic necessities and safety for our family. Every dollar you donate is a vital lifeline—a warm meal, a respite from hunger, a step towards rebuilding our lives.

The Power of Your Support

My story is one of loss and survival, but also of hope. With your support, we can start rebuilding and find a way out of this darkness

Unironically, the best way to find a conservative, even on an issue you don't know much about is that their enemy is always contradictory.

Hello my friends, I hope you are all well. Don't ignore me. I need you. We have lost everything in Gaza. Whoever gets sick here, we lose them immediately. There is no treatment and no qualifications for treatment. We are dying in every way. We die from bombs, we die from diseases, we die from hunger and from environmental pollution. Please donate. If you can't, donate something small. It can make a big difference. Repost and share. You can see some of what my family and I are going through here. 🍉🍉🇵🇸🇵🇸

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