“And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Anyway, welcome to the family, my in-law.
No thoughts, just Vegas posing Pete to fuck him the same way he posed him the first time he offered Pete tenderness.
...No wait okay I lied I have a lot of thoughts actually, because there are other parallels between these two scenes and they're quietly driving me insane:
Pete telling Vegas to set him free by letting him die vs Pete telling Vegas to set him free by binding him
Vegas leaning over Pete with a pill in his mouth vs Vegas leaning over Pete with a condom in his mouth, when the pill was a promise of change and no further harm
(I could rotate the second image 90 degrees to show the visual parallel better but hell if the tilted camera isn't tipping me right over the edge into madness, along with Vegas framed directly between Pete's arms on bottom and the chains wrapped around his ankles on top. This post isn't meant to be about framing, but asdk;lfsj;lkj)
Pete looking up at Vegas, mutinous and trying to understand his actions, vs Pete looking up at Vegas both willing and completely aware
And afterwards, Vegas settling on the floor facing opposite Pete and meeting his eyes with a chain visually splitting them apart vs settling on the bed beside Pete and meeting his eyes with nothing in between
i can’t believe people expect me to do anything in my life except reading books, listening to music and crying at every little inconvenience
Hello, among the hundreds of tragic stories, I am sharing my painful story.
My name is Ahmed Khalil, I am 6 years old. I was at the beginning of my education, trying to learn, participate, and play with other children. My family consists of 8 members, including my mother and father. My father has diabetes, my brother Fathi is blind, my other brother Abdullah has autism, and my brother Mohammed was injured in his leg by shrapnel from rockets.
On October 7, 2023, the war began and has not stopped since. The airstrikes and Israeli shelling caused fear for me and my family. We could not endure the massive explosions that felt like recurring earthquakes and the red flames sweeping through the area. We were forced to flee to southern Gaza based on orders from the Israeli forces, leaving our beautiful apartments behind. We went to a UN refugee school in Deir al-Balah to escape the terror and death.
We stumbled into a different life full of suffering from every side, living through the most painful hell of war. I developed malnutrition due to contaminated water, poor hygiene, and the spread of infectious diseases with no suitable medicine available.
The situation is catastrophic and unbearable. “There is only death left in Gaza. Even death has become a privilege because it provides a sense of relief.” My older brother Mohammed and I begged our father to leave Gaza, but it was extremely difficult due to the high costs. My father lost all his property during the war, including his electronics repair center and apartment, which were completely destroyed, so he has nothing to help us travel out of Gaza. There is no safe place in the Gaza Strip.
I pray every moment for the end of this war and a ceasefire. The ceasefire is not just a call; it is a desperate cry to end the helplessness and despair spreading to every corner after more than 11 months of war. We flee from death every day, only to wake up the next morning to try to escape it again. My heart is heavy, unable to bear the recurring nightmares, and the overwhelming flood of news about blood, displacement, loss, and despair pouring from Gaza.
Every minute feels like a struggle. No one should have to endure this injustice, segregation, and discrimination. The ongoing shelling in southern Gaza and the intense bombardment of residential buildings in Deir al-Balah make everyone feel unsafe, believing they might be the next to face tragedy. Communications are cut off. We are exhausted and cannot bear more tragedies and losses. We are currently living in a classroom of the UN center, which is crowded with people, including my relatives and cousins. My poor father sees our pale faces and weak bodies and stands helpless due to the lack of money and resources.
I am still six years old, and I never thought I would witness such a brutal attack with complete disregard for human values. I am deprived of my basic rights, including health and education. I need to rebuild my life with my family abroad and receive better healthcare. Traveling to Egypt would cost at least $5,000 per adult and $2,500 per child, which is an enormous amount given the harsh living conditions and the blockade that has lasted for 17 years.
Therefore, I ask you to donate so that we can evacuate Gaza to safety. Please continue supporting our campaign by donating if you can and sharing it with your friends and family. Every contribution, no matter how small, helps us get closer to our next goal and brings us nearer to securing a safer future for my family.
anyway. them on the mind.
So only two out of the three Tennessee representatives who protested gun violence were actually expelled from the state legislature… bet you can’t guess which two…!
Shocking!
But what is actually shocking is that these two democratically-elected representatives each have about 78,000 constituents whose voices have now been silenced by extremist Republicans who think that they don’t deserve a say in their own state legislature. That is not democracy!
DONATE HERE to support Justin Pearson and Justin Jones in upcoming special elections where they can win back a seat in the legislature.
Sources:
NPR
Vote Save America (Crooked Media)
Hear it from the representatives themselves:
Justin Pearson speaks out on the right to protest
Justin Jones responds to his expulsion, calling out the other legislators who have not been expelled for doing actual crimes
Japan gets it
“People will love you, people will hate you, and none of it will have anything to do with you.”
— Abraham Hicks