The Canadian Senate Has Passed An Amendment To A Transgender Rights Bill That Would Ban Trans People

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Before/After Assholes

Toxic water floods river after EPA disaster at Gold King Mine in Silverton

Source: The Durango Herald

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Click here to support Jeannine's Between Jobs Fund!

Here's a link to my GoFundMe page!!

Hello friends and followers! I really, really need your help financially!

I’ve been keeping quiet about this for a while here on Tumblr, since I didn’t want to seem like a burden to anyone, but I’m really struggling now, and I can’t keep trying to pretend I can handle this by myself, because I can’t.

Basically, I quit my previous job and will be starting a new, better one this Tuesday, August 11th! It’s going to be a higher pay, and much less stressful for me, which will be helpful with my depression! Bad news is, my final paycheck from my last job will only cover 1 weeks worth of pay (because I took a 1 week vacation without PTO), which is only about $300.

I still have upcoming bills I need to pay before I get my first paycheck from my new job, such as my college loan, credit cards, and payment towards my parents for my car insurance and phone plan. I only have about $100 left in my bank account as of writing this, and all those bills come up to be $300, and I still need money to buy groceries and litter/food for my cat.

I am asking for a minimum donation goal of $300, as it’ll help cover the other $300 that will be missing from my previous job’s final paycheck, and it’ll help me pay off the minimum payments for the upcoming bills, as well as purchase groceries. However, any extra money raised beyond my $300 goal would be extremely appreciated, and used to pay more towards my bills as opposed to just paying the bare minimum!

If you could help by either donating towards my GoFundMe that I’ve linked to this post, and/or if you could just reblog this post to share with your other followers, it would be extremely appreciated!!!

Thanks everyone for your time, consideration, and generosity! :33

Help mentally ill agender teen stop being broke and homeless

I’m Eli, a Jewish agender 18-year-old with ADHD and BPD. My parents have been emotionally, physically, and financially/economically abusive and controlling throughout my childhood to me and my sibling, even after we turned 18. Last week they ramped up that abuse and control to unbearable levels by stealing hundreds of dollars worth of my possessions and extending their abuse and control tactics even further with the help of an abusive psychologist. I couldn’t stay in that abusive environment any longer, so I left and have been couch-hopping since then. My parents continue to try and find me and coerce me into coming home by attempting to cut off my communications with other people by turning off my data and texting, withholding from me thousands of dollars of my money that I previously entrusted to them, and stealing $400 dollars right out of my bank account before i could transfer the money to my current non-joint account, leaving me with almost nothing. I’ll hopefully be going back to either community college or Brandeis in the spring or next fall, depending on whether my parents decide to pay for it and whether i can shorten my mandatory health leave, but until then I’m going to be homeless with only a few possibilities for where to stay, all of which are either short term, have a high chance of falling through, or both. Due to multiple factors, including debilitating executive function problems and having no permanent residence or area, it will be extremely hard for me to get or hold down a job, let alone one that pays well enough to fund college if my parents cut me off completely.

I’ve set up a Youcaring page for donations, which I’ve linked below and at the top. Please donate to help me replace my stuff and find a place to live and work. Boost this as much as you can by reblogging and sharing this!

TL;DR: I’m a mentally ill/disabled Jewish agender 18-year old who escaped an abusive situation and is now homeless. Your donations will help me replace missing property stolen from me by my parents as well as help me find and pay for stable housing, employment, meds, and food.

Donate here

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

I walked onto my campus to see this today.

I came down a set of stairs, to see this before me. My heart stopped in my chest, I stopped talking mid sentence. I was paralyzed with fear. I could only see the bold red swastika, I couldn’t read the signs.

How could they just display a notorious hate symbol - the Nazi swastika - out in the open like that?

I was very abruptly reminded I am Jewish and this is not a safe place for me. In before “it’s a Buddhist symbol” - it’s red and not facing the right way. That’s a Nazi Swastika.

I want it to be known that the University of South Carolina did not stop this. Multiple students, myself included, came forward, expressing feeling unsafe, or distaste and disgust and asked for its removal. The university defended their ability to fly a hate symbol that strikes fear and memories of horror into minority students – because they weren’t really Nazis, they were protestors arguing for “free speech” and “anti-censorship”. 

Nevermind that I panicked as I was led away by a friend. Nevermind that I was reminded I could very easily be at risk. Nevermind that I felt scared and unsafe and worried for other Jewish students. Nevermind that I confronted them and explained how uncomfortable and scared it made me - how I told them I’d met Neo-Nazis face to face - how my own extended family had been murdered in the Holocaust - that they would never understand that fear.

What the University of South Carolina doesn’t realize is, they have set a very scary precedent.

It’s okay if you fly a hate flag, or have a hate symbol as your icon. So long as you don’t actually *say* ‘wow I hate Jews’ you’re fine, it’s your “freedom”; What this means is, any antisemite, any Neo-Nazi or Nazi-sympathizer, can now proudly display a swastika… so long as they don’t actually SAY they’re a Nazi. What this means is, this campus just became a whole lot less safe for Jews. Now we have to work twice as hard to stay safe.

Share this. Let it be known that USC officials let them fly this for the duration of their time on Greene Street, the main street of our campus.

@jewish-privilege @littlegoythings @tikkunolamorgtfo and other jumblr blogs: please help me get this noticed. My university did not listen to me.

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Ahhh. That rare moment when a concept artist designs a fat character who is realistic, cool, and not neck-deep in a mire of horrible, offensive fat stereotypes.

One of my favorites. Artist: Robert Simons

I’d love to see him return to this character, honestly.