Pull Up A Chair, Fellow Enbies

When I was little, my dad hired a Cambodian refugee called Jack to help him drywall a dining room ceiling. Jack spoke very little English; he'd recently gotten a part time job in a little Asian deli not far from our home and needed to pick up some extra work. He was very kind to six year old me and my exhausted mom; he brought us day old leftovers from the deli counter often, and liked to tuck the knuckle of his index finger into the dimple in my cheek whenever I smiled at him.

He soaked up construction skills and other information like a sponge, and by the time he left my dad's tiny construction company he'd gotten his GED, learned to drive, reunited with his sister and her family, and had begun remodeling a vacant business on the rich side of town into a Cambodian restaurant. He invited us to their grand opening on lunar new year, and I'll never forget when he gave me a red envelope with five dollars in it and told me, "tonight I am the luckiest man in the world, so this will bring you luck, too."

Years later, my dad told me that Jack had witnessed his parents' murder during the khmer rouge, and was immediately separated from his sister. He had to cross the killing fields at Choeung Ek alone, on foot, eating grass and insects to survive. He somehow made it to Cam Ranh on the coast of Vietnam, where a distant friend of his father's put him on a boat to Seattle. Jack was nine years old.

I tell this story because, even though I haven't seen Jack or any of his relatives in thirty years, I pray he's well and happy and eating like a king tonight with everyone he loves, celebrating the long overdue demise of the pestilential sonofabitch who tried to wipe them out.

Fuck Henry Kissinger's pathetic ghost, and fuck all those who praise him. Fuck Imperialism. Fuck the genocidal war machine. Drink deep for the freedom of all souls tonight, my friends. And tomorrow, keep fighting.

ive been trying out doing a digital sketchbook thing, i really like it

people have the audacity to equate vanilla with “plain”. the fruit of a delicate orchid pollinated by hand. worth its weight in solid gold and beyond. the fussy black-and-cream jewel of the american continent. you sick son of a bitch. imagine a world without vanilla. no blondies. no pound cakes. no crème brûlée, no coke floats. no cream soda. no satiny new york-style cheesecakes. no warm apple pie à la mode. no velvety complexity to bring out complex notes in chocolate desserts. no depth of flavour in your cakes and cookies and milkshakes. all in just a few precious seeds or grams of paste or perfumed teaspoons of liquid black platinum. what you don’t understand could fill the library of alexandria seven times over and then some. you ungrateful bastard i’m going to kill you

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TRY MY NEW DONATION ASK GAME!!! (COMING SOON)

This is a collection of links to various posts concerning fundraisers I've vetted and instructions on how to submit fundraisers to me. These are primarily ones for Ghazzan families although some fundraisers for Sudanese families are also listed (I'm more familiar with my own country's politics and dialect and am more capable of vetting fundraisers for Palestinians as a result). Each post will have a time stamp indicating the latest date of update. And fundraisers will have colour-coded disclaimers according to the particularities of their case.

I know that people do not like clicking on links or navigating between posts, but please actually look through these posts and choose a fundraiser to donate to. Please.

Instructions on how to submit a fundraiser. (for those not Ghazzan) تعليمات لتقديم طلب توثيق و نشر حملات التبرعات الخاصة بالغزاويين و عائلاتهم (للغزاويين فقط)

ملاحظة خاصة نشر الحملات.

List of fundraisers for my direct contacts from Ghazzah & Sudan. - PRIORITY.

Vetted family evacuation fundraisers list 1. - Particularities Listed.

Vetted family evacuation fundraisers list 2. - Particularities Listed.

Unvetted but highly likely legitimate fundraisers.

Additional fundraisers for various purposes.

FUCK MY INVISIBILITY.

I was wondering why so many people were staring at me today...

HAPPY BI-VISIBILITY DAY, EVERYONE! (Sept. 23) 💙💜❤️

PLEASEASE

I'm so fucking stressed right now I'm about to throw a brick through a glass pane I swear to god

First off, rude. Secondly, rats are intelligent, so I can’t be. Thirdly, I know where you live. Don’t make me turn your curtains in a paper doll project.

Whenever the ice breaker of what animal you would turn into in a fight passed around, I always say stoat.

I’m not a bear or a lion or anything powerful. I’m a short ass bitch with 0 muscle mass, but I am petty as fuck, much like a certain snow weasel with tiny knives for teeth.

if a fight ever were to arise, I would turn into a stoat, and slip away, but while my enemy sleeps, I would worm into their house, destroy all their pottery, ruin their clothes, and chew up their social security card. Plus for whatever reason, stoats are deathproof, so they would never catch me. Plus, they would never be able to look someone in the eyes and tell them they got their house wrecked by a long rat that weights 10 pounds soaking wet

I’m always one step ahead.