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According to tradition, Lazarus never smiled during the thirty years after his resurrection, worried by the sight of unredeemed souls he had seen during his four-day stay in Hell. The only exception was, when he saw someone stealing a pot, he smilingly said: "the clay steals the clay."[1][46]

it's so funny how useless the ndp is. wish we had a real left.

tumblr users be like instead of giving your money to those scammer genocide victims who make me feel bad you should give it to a Real Charity™, which are famously incorruptible and only ever have the purest intentions

Just a reminder that these messages are scams, & no refugee going through such crisis would guilt trip people over Tumblr dms, threatening to kill themselves & their children. This is disgusting, & is a classic tactic to get you to panic & donate without thinking. If you wish to donate to refugees, there are MANY charities you can choose from. Never give your money to someone sending you random links in dms.

I don't think gender is something which is joyful, any more than I consider capitalism to be something which is joyful. I think, like with capitalism, there is joy to be found and had within these class systems -- joy in resistance, in autonomy, joy and beauty in the finding of love and community, and joy and pride in courage and conviction. I think these things certainly are true. but at the end of the day, to me, what gender is, at its core, is a class system of violence, an immense structure of centuries of brutal and vicious subjugation and cruelty, a machine which punishes resistance-in-the-form-of-deviance with systematic and merciless force. I am the person I am because I am true to myself and I take joy in that -- this is distinct from my "gender," or rather my "gendering," which is a process of violence, an act which is done to me, without my consent, and against my will. That which renders me woman is nothing intrinsic to myself or about my choices -- it is the violence of society which renders me woman, renders me faggot, constructs my place in gender-class, places me within a system of subjugation. I find joy in being a woman not because of gender, but in spite of gender. my pride as a transgender woman, as a faggot, is in opposition to the forces of gender which seek to brutalize me for the way that I am. gender is not something I would ever, ever seek to preserve, or sustain, something which I consider not to be a sacred institution worthy of respect, any more than capital or empire. I consider gender to be my enemy, my opponent, the iron fist within the velvet glove, the barrel of the gun pressed to the back of my skull. gender and I exist in opposition to each other, with gender hell-bent on forcing me to submit to its will, and myself hell-bent on bringing about its total and absolute obliteration. by my analysis, it is critical that any feminist, any act of resistance against gender, correctly understand who the enemy is. the enemy is gender, and it has always been gender. we as transgender women are in a unique position to understand this, by way of the profound violence we experience under the orders of gender, by the consciousness imparted to us by the unique and peculiar acts of punitive cruelty struck against us under the commands of gender. but, for us to be able to do this, for us to be able to liberate ourselves from the wretched shackles of gender, so must we understand that we cannot trap ourselves in a prison of our own making, that we cannot mistake the prison for a home, that we cannot allow ourselves to be tricked into defending that force which exists only to do us harm.

he's listening and learning

I know this is debate lord type shit but I do get legitimately mad when people defend openly unscientific ways of approaching social phenomena like you are doing pure ideology while calling yourself sensible and you don’t even know that your definition of sensible is itself ideological. not like me though I’m openly biased and ideological I love picking sides and dying on hills

manifesting niel gaiman dying in a fire in 2025

nobody tears through library books quite as fast as a 12 yr old girl with no friends

the other day my girlfriend told me "I like being flesh" and I just stared at them like this