No One Is Free Until We Are All Free - Blog Posts
I am scared .
I am a young queer girl.
I don’t have much of a community, only two people who are also LGBT+ and three or four more who are even slightly liberal. Only the former know I actually am panromantic.
I long to be in the sun, to know in the future I could have a girlfriend, or even just be open, but that longing makes me cautious.
I feel I must temper my argumentative side, make myself likable, and yet still try to hold all those around me accountable and challenge their preconceived notions. I want, when they think back on me, them not to feel revilement or fear I may have been deceiving them. I try to compliment all the other girls in my grade but I fear if I truly say how aesthetically beautiful I feel they all are, they will look back and see me as perverse or fear I had a crush on them and not understand I see them as beautiful in the same way I see the mountains and the trees. Rather than understanding I had hoped for them to see themselves as an innately beautiful part of the beautiful universe or even just to slightly improve their abysmal self esteem, they might look back and see “corruption” in my words.
I don’t know why I even fear it.
I fear how I see those around me not understand the necessity of queer rights and one of my own best friends wrinkling her nose in disgust every time a queer character even appears.
I feel helpless to explain how the eradication of trans rights in not only a sign of the tragic repeating of history to come but isolated from that simply a slap in the face, more harmful to my community and to feminism than I can properly articulate.
I feel like I’m drowning when I check the comments on a video of an explaination of the difference between WGM and GM in chess. Dread haunts like the reaper as I see the large number of replies, each with people claiming the very existence of the WGM title is either unnecessary or proves how women are inherently inferior at chess, lacking any nuance on history.
I dispare as the community online I am forced to view from afar, sipping and skimming, attempts to repeat the same patterns that threaten to or try to rip our spaces in half.
I am wrecked with terror at the prospect of not being able to escape for college to another country. Gnashing at my heels as I run from the disintegration of my country is the fear that every place I look to is headed in the same direction, that no progress will ever truly be made as some proudly stuff cotton into their ears and put megaphones to their uninformed words.
I am young but I do not feel young. I fear I will never feel old and I fear what will become of me and my friends if I do reach past 55.
I am afraid
But even as the storms now wash away the footprints I follow, laborious, repeated efforts will carve a path into the dirt.
A daily reminder
Those Palestinian people were not killed, they were murdered
Its not a war on Hamas, its a genocide on Palestine
Its the beautiful land Palestine, not isreal
Its Genocide, not war
Its a murdered toddler/child/baby/teen, not a dead young lady/man
Its “isreal should have not..” not “Hamas should have not…”
Its Palestines last defense, not a terrorist organization
Its hostages, not prisoners
Neutrality is still just Zionism
It was a sniper shot, not a stray bullet
Boycott Starbucks, Mcdonalds, etc
Protest
Revolt
Call your lawmakers
Keep ALL EYES on Rafah
And remember, from the river to the sea Palestine will be free
Free Palestine 🇵🇸
(remember to reblog and help get the bottom tags trending again, we must not forget palestine)
Please reblog & share to help this person and their family get what they need. They’ve also been in need of a new mobile phone since it has basically been destroyed in the chaos that’s been happening.
So please help to donate so we can help this individual provide for their family and so they can have a secure device to contact loved ones, document imagery, keep track of the weather, calendar, journal, etc.
Having a device that basically has the whole world in your pocket is a privilege that many don’t realise they have until they no longer have it. These devices are very important for people to have these days. So, again, please help to donate to this family to help give them what they need and so this person can also get a new phone.
America has continued to turn against the world and Gaza is currently one of the biggest targets on their list.
Gaza is a place of olive groves, where fine oils are made. That’s where children play. People relax. Where Palestinians can laugh with their loved ones and fall in love.
It is NOT a fucking resort for the rich.
Gaza does not belong to the Fascist America or the illegal state of Israel.
They are people, not property.
As Mark Twain says, “history doesn’t repeat itself but it often rhymes” yeah, well, it’s rhyming so much as of late that it may as well be a damn freestyle rap on an Eminem album.
If supporting basic human rights and personal freedoms alongside not supporting ethnic cleansing/mass-genocide makes me a “traitor” and a socialist, communist, Marxist, then oh well. I guess I am those things then because what’s going on in the world is not normal nor has it ever been. It’s simply gotten a whole lot worse.
I’m ashamed to be American but as an American, I’ll stand for what it is right. Helping humanity move forward is what’s right.
So, like I said, please donate to help a family in need. Most of us are privileged to have a phone, a home, food, clean running water, electricity, go to school, a hospital, etc. these people don’t get a say in what they have according to our fascist governments. They have nothing.
If you cannot donate, then please sure to reshare so this can cycle around and help Sondos and their family.
This is Sondos’ story if you are unable to click on the link.
“My name is Sondos, and I am from Gaza City, specifically the northern part of the Gaza Strip. I am 21 years old and a third-year Business Administration student at Al-Aqsa University. I was hoping to graduate soon, but my studies were interrupted by the war.
I live with my parents and siblings. We used to lead a peaceful life in our home, dreaming of completing the construction of our new house to move in and live comfortably. My father worked tirelessly to finish it, but due to the Israeli aggression on Gaza, we couldn’t complete the construction, and we lost our home. My father also lost his job because of the border closures and the complete destruction of the company where he worked.
A month into the war, our house and neighborhood were entirely destroyed by bombings, leaving my father with a head injury. We lost everything we owned—clothes, furniture, blankets, and even my personal belongings, such as my university laptop and books. We were forcibly displaced more than ten times, seeking refuge in 15 different shelters in an attempt to survive.”
This is where they and their neighbours homes once stood.
The second image was where Sondos’ home once stood.
Sondos’ continues on to say, “The houses shown in the previous photos, including ours, were owned by our neighbors. Many of them are now displaced in the south and are unable to return to check on their homes. All of these properties have been reduced to rubble.
However, the harsh living conditions in Gaza, coupled with the lack of job opportunities, have deprived us of the ability to secure even the most basic necessities, such as water, food, and clothing. The cold has taken its toll on our bodies, and hunger has ravaged our stomachs.
I kindly ask anyone capable of helping to provide some essentials, such as shelter, food, clothing, and blankets. I would be deeply grateful for your support.”
Even though I am an atheist, I know others aren’t. So, I just want to say to them that I hope Allah may be with this family and help to guide them to where they need to go.
From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free!
No one is free until we’re all free!!
Free Palestine! 🇵🇸
❤️🖤🤍💚
The world has united and agreed to displace us and sell Gaza like a commodity, please don't be part of this deal and help me 🙏
I lost my home and my neighborhood and until this moment I haven't been able to overcome the war, we are still displaced in shelters 💔
Please I have a small request, help me reach my goal that enables me to rebuild my home or even find a temporary rental home 🙏💔
Save Ibrahim! 🙏💔
My 5-year-old son, Ibrahim, was seriously injured in an Israeli airstrike on Gaza. 💔
I am a proud person and never imagined asking, but I am ready to kiss your feet to save his life. 🙏 Your $10 donation could save him. ❤️
If you cannot donate, please help by sharing this post. 🌍
Donation link:
https://gofund.me/ffd62c2a
Vetted by: @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #185 )
Help these people get what they need please! I hope you can get what you need for your son. You’re an amazing parent and doing all you can. May allah be with you as you go through this difficult time. You’re not alone. We’ll always stand with you. 💛💛
Not fanart today everyone, sorry. I will be uploading some within the week though!
I just need to vent and rant a bit.
I was feeling a bit rough today & made a venting self portrait piece for Pride Month. I've been out as trans for four years this November (26th of November) I’ve been on T three months and four days. I love who I am and my identity and wouldn’t change a thing, but sometimes I’m so tired.
I just want to love who I want to love. I want to wear what I want to wear without thinking “could this outfit that I wear today get me killed or harassed because it’s not in the norm?” I get fed up with having to conform to cisgender and heterosexual norms out of fear. I want to wear a dress and other pretty stuff again. I am cis passing so I’m privileged. I was cis passing before even starting T because I have naturally high T. So, me wearing feminine stuff scares me because I don’t want to get harassed for it. I have developed internalised toxic masculinity because of it. If I dye my hair I “may look gay” or “would people be able to tell I’m trans?” When in reality, I LOVE being queer, I LOVE being trans. It’s just hard. Being me is hard.
If I were to change my gender marker where I am, and if I were to get ovarian cancer and be in need of a hysterectomy, it wouldn’t be covered by insurance here because I am a man.
I am entitled to love, freedom, healthcare, happiness, marriage, not being turned away by businesses, or by churches/places that are meant to help all and help the community. I and everyone in this world is entitled to love, comfort, and living happily.
We have lost so many LGBTQIA+ people from this bigotry and hatred. It only seems to have spiralled even further since the pandemic or maybe because I came out in 2020 I’m just paying attention more…There’s people dead who should still be alive enjoying their favourite foods, drinks, films, etc. The people who bitch about how we are harming children, they’re “doing this for the children”, well guess what, every time you introduce more bigotry, you are killing a child. Not helping one. So, you can take the “help for the children” and shove it up your arse.
I sobbed tonite in my restroom because Nex Benedict and Brianna Ghey came into my head. They were so young and they are DEAD and for what? Because some fucking assholes just couldn’t handle the fact that LGBTQIA+ exist.
I’m TERRIFIED of dating people. Especially (cis) men because my brain goes to “Okay, is this person really interested in me or am I a fetish to them?” “If I go on a date with this guy tonite, will I come home later?” “What if he’s just trying to lure me somewhere and hurt me?”
THESE THOUGHTS SHOULD NOT BE NORMAL. I AM NOT A FETISH. I AM NOT A KINK. I AM NOT PROPERTY. I’M A HUMAN BEING.
Why can’t I just be human?
Why is it every time in the media there’s a criminal case and that person may or may not be gay, trans, or both, they hardly focus on the act itself but only on the fact that they were gay or transgender.
I am just SO fed up. Living in the states right now is a nightmare. I acknowledge that I’m privileged in ways that not many people have. I am in a blue state (for now), my mother is supportive, I have access to HRT and medical needs, I am white, I pass as a man. I am extremely privileged in those rights. I will never be able to even imagine how our gay and trans people of colour are treated. My heart breaks for them.
How many more of us is it going to take until we’re seen as people?
We’re not ped0phil3s, we’re not gr00mers, we aren’t out to harm your children, we didn’t steal a fucking rainbow from The Father Over Yonder, we aren’t working for Lucifer & if we are, I haven’t gotten my fucking pay cheque, we aren’t taking away healthcare from women, we aren’t taking over sports, etc. I could go on & on & on about this.
I can’t change who I am. Ironically, I loved being a woman. I loved my hair, my dresses, my makeup, my jewellery, the way some guys looked at me, I loved me. Although, something didn’t fit. I loved being a woman but something wasn’t right. I dressed goth, and then when I got home I dressed masculine. Even then, something didn’t click.
Then one day I was in middle school and I saw this girl named Maddy in my class. She was joking with a few of the boys in our class. She put her hair in her hat and made herself look like a boy and all the boys went “Woah! You really do look like a boy” and I was like “Huh, I wanna try that.”
So, I went home that day and messed around with it for a bit. Something felt better in me. I couldn’t explain it because I didn’t know what being trans was or what it meant. I went out like that any chance I could, unless I was around a boy or any preppy girls because I didn’t wanna get made fun of.
Eventually, one time in the store when I was walking away with my cousin from the register (still cis and in denial. Still an egg) the man at the register went “Have a good day, boys!” and we looked at each other and started laughing. Like omg, they called me a boy but I’m not a boy, right? It felt good & right.
You see, it wasn’t the dysphoria that made me figure out I was trans but the euphoria I felt from being called a man.
We have this heavy focus on the dysphoria (which I completely understand for people) but people forget about the euphoria too. I felt like something finally clicked but I couldn’t explain it.
That was until I started getting flooded with Trans TikToks and JammiDodger in my YouTube FYP and I was like “Haha, this is me. Wait-“
I didn’t realise I was trans until about 2020. Before I came out, (Oh, god, help me.. idk what egg me was thinking. I was so obvious..)I asked my mother while we were pulling into Walmart if I could get a binder and she’s like “What’s that?” and I said “Oh, to keep my chest flat. Since you know I love acting. So, do you think I could get one for when I play male roles? That way people couldn’t see that I’m a girl? Since you know I’m a girl who wants to play a male role.”
“Hmm, well sure, we can definitely do that. We’ll just have to see what I have to work with.” I was like hell yeah! I didn’t technically come out to my mother while I was in high school. She sorta just found out because she noticed everyone called me by my first trans name that I picked out and I was like “Uh- IT’S A NICKNAME BECAUSE I LOOK LIKE A CERTAIN ANIME CHARACTER WITH THE SAME NAME-“ I literally panicked.
Eventually, I kinda became like THE trans guy at my academy and since she was my English teacher, she found out through the words going around the school. It took her a while but she made it. We went and got the big chop. My hair was about three feet to four feet long and now it’s in the same style as Tony Stark’s hair or maybe even Shawn Spencer’s. Just that category of hair style. Lol. It’s very short now. I remember when she let me borrow her phone and I saw she changed my phone contact from my deadname to my old trans name. I took a picture of that and I still have it.
My name has since changed and I don’t have the same trans name I started out with. She’s still trying to switch over to using Anthony. She’s better than she used to be. I don’t mind being called by my old trans name per se but I just wish my name currently would be used more if that makes sense.
My mother is fully supportive of me now and we even got a pride cake a few days after my birthday (17th of June) because some dipshit at a store a town over threw a fit and destroyed a baker’s Pride cakes. Yeah, call US the snowflakes and yet you throw a fit about a rainbow on a cake? Yeah, okay. Lol. We got it from my mum’s friend who was giving pride cakes away to queer families after she found out about the incident.
Knowing that I have such supportive people means the world to me, but I know in some places that I go in the world, they won’t always be there to protect me. So, with that I’ve had to keep my guard up and protect myself.
I hope one day society will get to a place where we view everyone as people and that we’re all human. The LGBTQIA+ people we’ve lost will never be forgotten and we’ll always say their names. Please research our queer history. We could all learn stuff from each other.
If you’re ever feeling like your existence means nothing and that the world would be better off without you because of who you are, you are wrong. Your death isn’t something that just happens to you, it happens to everyone around you too. You would be missed because you’re loved and cherished. Knowing that you are also apart of this community with me, already makes me happy that you exist because we need more LGBTQIA+ voices. Our light and colours burn and shine brighter together so please do not go anywhere.
Thank you for existence. I love you. I’m proud of you for coming this far and we’ll go even further. We just have to make it through today. One day at a time. Everything will be okay and everything will turn out the way it’s supposed to.
If ANY of you are in need of immediate help please seek out The Trevor Project. They offer immediate help. It’s completely free and you can either text or call. I’ll leave a link for you below.
If you’ve made it to the end of this HUGE vent/rant, I’ll be sure to fluff some pillows for your eyes and get them some nice blankets because they must be tired as hell after reading this.
If you could reblog this so other LGBTQIA+ people who feel sad this pride could feel seen or just wanna reblog it for pride, please do!
If anyone can reblog this too with any other stories about their queer & trans experience or any other helpful info for LGBTQIA+ people & youth, that would also be really helpful!!
You are always safe on my blog. 💛⚧️🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️🇵🇸🇸🇩🇨🇩
We can all benefit from helping each other, so also if you are able - please donate and help Operation Olive Branch for the people of Palestine, Sudan, and Congo! Remember, no one is free until we’re all free!! So, I’ll leave the link to their link tree here -
Link to Trevor Project here! They provide a lot of good info if you wanna research stuff too! -
Hello, I hope you and your family are well. Can you please help me recycle the post on my account? 🌺 And help rescue my family from the war in Gaza? 🙏 Thank you.
https://gofund.me/bc721399
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