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Hi, 🌸

I'm FARAH. My family has lost everything in the war in Gaza. We’ve shared our story on GoFundMe, and we would be grateful if you could take a moment to see the pinned post, reblog it, and donate if possible.

Here’s the link to our story:

https://gofund.me/0dd287db

Thank you so much for your support.

Best regards, 💚

Farah

Vetted by @gazavetters

and onwards!

trans man: exists

TERFs: obviously SHE'S been groomed by the evil queers to hate herself and to seek an escape from the patriarchy by becoming the patriarchy

"trans friendly" radfems: no, he's a MAN and he was always a man because that's how gender works. which meanssss he's inherently an aggressor and part of the patriarchy and cannot relate to real women and thus an inherent danger to them unless proven otherwise!

trans man: 😐

40 characters, 5 games

Remedy x Disco Elysium

oh so you’re telling me the guy had a 3 page handwritten explanation of his motives and mindset and a gun and silencer that matches the description despite it being a week since the guy was shot? hmmmm interesting

let’s settle this shit but do NOT reblog if you’re gonna be modest about it like a little BITCH. anyway privilege check tell me which ones apply to you: hot, funny, can dance, can do math, can spell, can drive, can cook

What trans men say: when you exclude us from your activism simply because we're men, you are telling the patriarchy that it's okay to be misogynistic towards us, as long as we don't identify as women. Not only are you putting us in danger but you're also feeding the same evil that oppresses you, that will never respect you no matter how many of us you sacrifice, because at the end of the day predatory cis men see us as just another flavor of you. They hate us cause they hate you.

What y'all hear: when you say you hate men, that hurts our feelings so please stop saying that

💜🚨💜 BWOOP BWOOP ATTENTION @CLEOLINDA THERE IS A BABY PALLAS CAT 💜🚨💜

My specialty at work (eg, what I tend to get thrown into) is wrangling clever but extremely poorly behaved children. (The children are adolescent, but children nonetheless.) They tend to be boys. They tend to have ADHD. (It's possible that the focus on the clever rules out the ADHD girls, who have cleverly developed better masking skills by adolescence.)

The current bright and terrible-on-purpose disaster, A, is aware of the ADHD diagnosis but has apparently been told nothing about the disability. So a lot of our conversations go like this:

Me: Well, I'd ask you why you decided to start making richly detailed but extremely inappropriate jokes during class, but I'm pretty sure the answer is that someone started yelling at you for doing it before you realized that you were.

A, leaning backward, looking concerned: Are you following me?

Me: Yes, that's what I do with the spare time I don't have during the day, follow aggravating children around. We have so few of them here.

A, put out either because I've called him aggravating or because he's not special and aggravating: Sarcasm isn't very nice, Ms. T.

Me, sarcastically: I'm so sorry. Maybe you looked at the work first, thought boring, and then decided to be an enormous brat.

A: You can read minds?!

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Me: Clearly we need executive dysfunction strategies for you, because if we don't get in front of it you'll be an adult who sits on their sofa for forty minutes yelling at herself to do the dishes and never does them.

A, trying to politely muffle laughter: Are you doing all right, Ms. T?

Me: Out of dishes, but fine. What's working in your classes? Your Literature grade is good, why are you doing the reading?

A looks left. Right. Up. At his phone.

Me: ... You aren't doing the reading, are you? The other kids ask questions because they don't understand it, and you figure out what it has to be about from the answers and never read.

A: Are you in my Lit class??

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Me: Okay, look, ADHD brains are weird, and we tend to get them from our families, so these -

A, immediately: My dad.

Me, derailed from my drug interaction speech: Yeah, okay. When your dad has coffee, does he get calmer?

A, backing away: You're stalking my whole family now?!

Tumblr moment

I am great at posting what do you mean