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Noor, an Egyptian lesbian, is seeking asylum abroad.

hi all. a dear friend of mine, also an Egyptian lesbian, sent this story to me. she is an acquaintance of Noor. they have to be really lowkey about this, so i’m here to amplify Noor’s story.

the person raising funds is Noor’s friend, Azra. they say: “Noor is an Egyptian lesbian who lives in an abusive household. She has no stable access to technology or internet as of right now, and we fear that one day we might lose all contact.. Noor has no chance to life freely as a lesbian in Egypt and her family found out about her identity recently, and they have started threatening her. We fear that her family might force her into marriage very soon. Noor wants to seek Asylum abroad and we as her friends are raising money to cover her expenses for the journey and survival needs. Please help her.”

Noor is so close to the goal. Here is the link: please share around and donate if you can 🤍

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your silence is noticed.

like him so much i'm really thinking of giving him a lap dance to any Bad Gyal song

I'm highly suspicious of certain people in the butchfemme community. Specially of cis lesbians.

Huge commotion for the butches who can't or won't work out. To the butches who can't play any sports. To the butches who can't build or fix. To the butches who don't have the physical strength that can be so romanticized in online – but not only – spaces. To the butches who need any type of mobility aid. To the butches with mental disabilities. To the butches with chronic conditions. To the shy or reserved butches. To the fat butches. To the butches who desire to be sought out. To the butches who can't or won't make the first move. To the butches who still suffer with the predatory stigma. To the butches with softer voices, softer personalities. To the transfeminine butches. To the submissive butches. To the average sized butches. To the butches with long hair. To the she/her, he/him, they/them – or any other combination of – butches. To the butches who embrace their own brand of femininity or their own brand of masculinity. To the butches on T. To the butches who decided to undergo top surgery. To the butches who decided against it. To the butches who have chosen a new name for themselves...

To every butch who doesn't fit into the tough stereotype, and who does not necessarily need to fit into any other type of stereotype.

To every butch who feels they won't ever find someone who truly sees them, loves them...

You will.

Hello 🖐

I am aya living in North Gaza with my three children, and we are facing starvation in the northern region. We have moved more than 13 times trying to find a safe place, but there is no safety anywhere.

I am asking for your help to protect my children and get us out of this imminent danger😥.

Your donations and sharing of my story will greatly contribute to our survival.🙏🙏

https://gofund.me/7dc97966

please, share Aya's gofund.me link so her family (including her husband and 3 very young children) can find a safe location to be after their home was destroyed ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.

I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.

I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.

I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.

I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.

any stone butches and high femmes that would be interested in some chatting to become friends??

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help a disabled butchfemme couple out!

hello everyone! i hope y'all can take a sec to read this & share it if possible. my femme is going to be moving down to live with me (& my parents) at the soonest next month and recently lost her job due to a petty reason (although she's also disabled & burnt out on top of that) so she no longer has any income to help her save up for the travel we'll be taking. i'm disabled as well & unable to work without it taking a big toll on me physically & mentally but i'm attempting to apply for SSI disability benefits. unfortunately that will likely carry on into next year if i even get approved!

we could really use any help with donations for travel expenses (gas, uhaul, food) and any money left over would stay in savings as emergency funds for her or her pup as well as savings for us to get our own place eventually. i'll link her accs below if y'all are able to donate but if not, it'd be appreciated if y'all could share.

the drive is going to be 12ish hours there & back and we'll be having her pup with us as well. we've only received around ~$120 which we're incredibly grateful for but we very likely will need more for everything.

thank you so much if you've read this & please reblog! links are below:

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