I’ve created this flyer in an attempt to bring more attention to the fundraiser of a family I’ve been in contact with for a couple of weeks now, Maram, her husband Ahmed, and their three young children, Habiba, Kareem, and Mohammed.
To hear Maram’s story in her own words, please follow the link to her GoFundMe, donate, and share with everyone you can. Donations have slowed down. Every second counts, and every dollar counts towards helping this family survive.
"The humans have a saying," Sprx expressed. "They say 'Anything not forbidden is allowed'."
Aoua'iy fronded. "I have heard another: 'A warning sign shows someone tried something new'."
They looked at the array of human-language signs by the airlock.
"We are running out of space."
It's unhinged to assume that someone's taste in fiction equates to what they believe is moral or good, or is something they want to see or experience in real life.
That is a bonkers assumption to make.
I'm tired of humoring people with long arguments about it when the simple fact is it is a totally fucking absurd reach to accuse someone who enjoys something in fiction of being in favor of it in real life.
I'm tired of pretending like this is a legitimate position to hold-- that they should be afraid of fiction's dire influence on a reader's moral decay or that it's a sign of what the author secretly wants for realsies in real life.
Being transfem really exposes just how completely full of shit society is about breasts, huh? Like apparently there was some nebulous point sometime after I started E where it stopped being okay to have my tits out in public because....... reasons i guess? Just an arbitrary event horizon of indecency
you don’t think i’m a woman? that’s fine i guess that means i can go topless everywhere now