What A Week Huh?

“I’m afraid of getting cancer from the cadmium in my painting supplies” I’m not 😌 I love you cadmium yellow. I love you vermillion red. I love you uranium orange, haven’t worked with you but I love you nevertheless. Most of all I love you arsenic green.

[Image ID: Screenshot from GoFundMe with a title that reads "Help My Congolese Family Flee genocide". Attached to it is a picture of a black woman with long hair, with a tree and a building behind her. Enya-Zura Citeya-Kanjinga is organizing this campaign and it has gathered $9,305 CAD from its $20,000 goal as of the making of this post, June 20th, 2024. /End ID]

This GFM was shared by youtubers Tirrrb and Elliot Sang and I would like to bring more attention to it. Please help escape a congolese family from genocide and reunite them with their family members. Donate if possible and share ❤️🇨🇩

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Donate to Help My Congolese Family Flee Genocide, organized by Enya-Zura Citeya-Kanjinga

I'm a Congolese dyke refugee. My mom, dad and siblings and myself fle… Enya-Zura Citeya-Kanjinga needs your support for Help My Congolese Fa

If Movie Hiccup met Book Hiccup…

I Don’t Feel Safe Around Cis Women.

It’s time we all rethink our perceptions of various groups as inherently “dangerous” and “safe.”

“Oh, you’ve got a pretty smile,” the first woman said, returning uncomfortably close to my side. “Look at that, look at his smile. Give me a smile again. Come on, give me a smile.”

I looked away from them and kept moving. The women continued after me down the full length of my block, mocking my movements, pelting me with questions, screaming at me, and pressing up close to my body while continually demanding I smile.

When I arrived at my apartment the two women stood outside a while, the first woman hollering “HEY GIRL, HEY GIRL” at me, in a mockery of a gay voice while flipping her wrist, until I disappeared inside. I stood in the dark with my back against the door. My shoulders slumped. I began to cry.

This is the type of degrading, gendered street harassment that women routinely report experiencing from men. Moments like these contribute to many cis women’s perceptions of the outside world and strangers, particularly unfamiliar men, as menacing and unsafe. Yet cis women often refuse to believe that I’ve been preyed upon by people they share an identity category with, and that because of such moments, I don’t feel safe around them.

I don’t feel safe around cis women. And a lifetime of bad experiences has fed into that.

LMAO Jason holding a goon up against a glass display and telling him to be quiet so he can watch the televising of Dick's award ceremony is hilarious, THAT'S HIS BROTHER, YOUR HONOR, NOW SHUT UP HE'S TRYING TO LISTEN

rb to relieve the back pain of the person u reblogged this from

seemed like the right time

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