316 Palestinians massacred in Gaza. Over 2200 wounded. 80% are unarmed civilians. More than 1 out of 5 murdered are children.
That figure is at around 340 now.
- Mod D.
- Mod D.
i used to think that saying “i love you” was this sacred thing and that saying it too much to too many people would make it lose meaning but now i think the exact opposite. i love every person i meet and every person i see, they’re all just different kinds of love and they manifest in different ways.
#HONESTLY I THINK THE WORST THING YOU CAN TELL A KID IS THAT LOVE IS SINGULAR #THAT IT CAN ONLY BE DIRECTED TOWARD YOUR SOULMATE OR WHATEVER #BECAUSE IT TEACHES THEM TO AVOID SAYING I LOVE YOU WHEN THEY REALLY MEAN IT #BECAUSE THEY’RE AFRAID OF WASTING IT BEFORE THEY MEET ‘THE ONE’ #I HAVE SO MANY FRIENDS AND I LOVE THEM ALL #I LOVE MY FAMILY #I LOVED A BOY WHEN I WAS 14 AND THOUGHT I WANTED TO MARRY HIM #I LOVE MY DOG #ALL THOSE LOVES ARE DIFFERENT BUT EQUALLY IMPORTANT BECAUSE HUMANS NEED TO LOVE TO SURVIVE #DONT BE AFRAID TO SAY YOU LOVE SOMEONE BECAUSE YOU DONT WANT TO KISS THEM OR BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT YOUR PARENT #I LOVE PEOPLE I MET AFTER ONE YEAR OF COLLEGE JUST LIKE I LOVE PEOPLE I HAVE KNOWN FOR SEVEN PLUS YEARS AND CALL MY BEST FRIENDS #I LOVE PEOPLE THAT I MARCHED IN HIGH SCHOOL WITH JUST LIKE I LOVE MY FAMILY #LOVE IS AWESOME BECAUSE IT MAKES YOU FEEL NICE AND HAPPY AND JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE ISNT MY SOULMATE OR IM NOT ATTRACTED TO THEM DOESNT MEAN I SHOULD SHY AWAY FROM THE WORD #I LOVE PEOPLE #AND I LOVE THAT I LOVE PEOPLE BECAUSE THOSE PEOPLE ARE WHAT MAKES ME THE PERSON I AM #AND I DONT WANT TO SOUND COCKY BUT IM PROUD OF WHO I AM AND HOW THOSE PEOPLE MAKE ME BE #LOVING PEOPLE IN ALL FORMS MAKES ME A BETTER PERSON #EVERYONE SHOULD TRY IT
tell white men they look too serious
tell them to smile
tell them if they don’t want to get made fun of they should have thought of that before they left their house
tell them girls will be girls anytime they complain about our behavior
yawn dramatically when they talk
walk away from them mid-sentence
anytime they come to a decision that concerns only them, make sure they’ve really thought about from all angles. Play devils advocate.
interrogate them on all their choices, demand answers! demand justifications!
take up the whole sidewalk and make them walk around you
explain obvious things to them. speak slowly and enunciate.
feign kindness and then yell at them if they don’t give you money in return. tell them they owe you.
trip them and then yell at them when they get mad about it
tell them how cute they are when they’re angry
tell them to stop being so emotional
tell them to learn how to take a joke
tell them they’re a kill joy
a lot of people talk like capitalism is necessary to have innovation and I just think of all the brilliant and creative people I know who spend all of their time and energy worrying about how they’re going to have a roof over their heads and food to eat. capitalism doesn’t drive innovation, it stifles it and shackles it to the endlessly wasteful machinery of exploitation.
masculinity is so funny to me bc men deprive themselves of the best things in life in order to achieve it like ….fuzzy socks, fun fruity pink drinks, spa days, lifetime movies, expressing positive feelings in a healthy way, being a warm genuine person
A co-worker closed the door to the staff room behind him.
It locked automatically
and I started planning what I could use as a weapon:
smash the glass beside the fridge into his eye.
pick up the fork next to me and sink it into his leg.
claw him across the face if I couldn’t get to anything in time.
As I calculated how hard it would be to shove his body weight off of me,
he finished making his lunch, said, “Sup,” and left,
the door automatically locking behind him.
I expect if I told him I was prepared to stab him with the corner of my staff ID if I had to,
he would say what I’ve heard too often, the one we all know
but are getting wearily suspicious of:
Not all men are like That.
When I was eleven, all the girls in my class got sent to self-defence
because they assumed we’d need it one day.
When I was twelve, there was a prostitute’s body dumped in the river next to my house
because someone thought she was disposable.
When I was thirteen, it happened again and this time the man went to jail
and people stood outside the courtroom and held up signs that he did the right thing.
When I was fourteen, my friend showed up to a sleepover late, chest heaving from sobbing
and from running four blocks after getting chased by a man that followed her off the bus.
When I was fifteen, my mother accused me of being a Man Hater
and I said, “No, but god, would you blame me if I was?”
I got catcalled and then got laughed at when I flipped them off.
they pulled up beside me and I clutched my bag tighter,
my hand going in for my keys and my mind going over how their noses would look
if I smashed them in with my elbow.
“What’s the big deal,” the guy at the steering wheel asked. “We’re just complimenting you. We’re not like That.”
Sorry, but I’m not going to trust you in case I end up on a poster labelled ‘MISSING.’
Even if you seem like the nicest guy, I’ll still have one hand holding my keys
as the only knife I’m allowed, because I don’t know how far you’re going to take it:
if you won’t back off when I tell you I don’t want to date you
if you’ll shout BITCH at me when I don’t respond well to your catcall
if you’ll expect my body as a reward for treating me like a human being
if you’ll try to take what you think you’re owed by being a man
if you’ll turn me into another statistic that people shudder away from.
I have been trained to assume that it’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing
or face the consequences.
I don’t know if you’ll nod when I reject you
or pump me full of bullets.
Every single woman I’ve talked to has a story where they haven’t felt safe in their own body
because of what a man said or did.
Not all men are like That, but god, it’s enough.