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queerbrownvegan · 1 year

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Kindness will not dismantle white supremacy. There is no getting around the demanding and delivering of justice that will ensure the liberation of our communities. What happened in Colorado is yet another horrific reminder of how the ongoing slaughter, displacement, and violence on Queer / Trans communities directly resulted from white supremacy attempting to eradicate us for our existence. My heart is so heavy right now after reading the horrific news. I couldn’t stop thinking that the very few limited safe spaces within a heteronormative society are constantly under attack by right-wing conservative groups. These hateful ideologies are spread by misinformation and other tactics used to invalidate our existence. It’s not enough to say you are an ally for our communities. It’s the bare minimum to not be silent on acts of homophobia, biphobia, and transphobia. As someone has experienced gun violence, it changes the way you navigate the world, the way you speak to people, and the constant threat of having to turn around in case someone walks behind you with an armed gun. Our existence is more than enough in the fight for Queer and Trans liberation where we are constantly being attacked, criticized, or even met with death because of the way we live. Say it for what it is and that dismantling white supremacy is environmentalism. I want it all gone, not just for me but for all those who are constantly under the threat of being met with violence for their identities. My Queerness is a heritage that cannot be taken away and I will not lose hope in this battle against white supremacy.

-qbv

#queer #bipoc #lgbtq2s #queer liberation #intersectionality #intersectional environmentalist #intersectional activism #trans #trans rights #environmentalism #sustainability #activism #social justice #social activism #social justice blog #late stage capitalism #colorado #queerbrownvegan

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oppression-olympics-blog · 1 year

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Check out this post… "The Silent Leaders: Black Women as the Backbone of All Movements".

New blog post!

#feminism #social justice #black women #womenempowerment #women #gender #race and politics #racisim #black history #black lives matter #blog #blogger #social justice blog #intersectionality #intersectional politics #intersectional feminism #Americanah #chimamanda ngozi adichie #america

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disgustedbyinjustice · 1 year

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Intro post!

Hi there!! My name is Juliana, and I have created this blog to promote visibility, inclusivity, and equality for all, especially in the disability, LGBTQ+, and feminist communities. I am pursuing my MA in Sociology and I am excited to put my energy and passion into this blog!

My goal here is to educate and inform, as well as connect with other individuals who are fighting for greater justice across our society. I am based in Washington, DC, and I would love to collaborate with other activists to mobilize movements for change across our country and hopefully, across the globe.

You can expect blog posts containing analyses of social phenomena, reproducible and educational infographics, databases of existing research on different issues, and much more! I firmly believe in the ability of empowered communities to empower individuals, and I also think that we all have a duty to care for others in order to create a culture where we will care for one another, and our behaviors and policies should embody this care.

If you are interested in or passionate about anything that I have mentioned in this post, please follow and reach out! I cannot wait to engage and produce content for this community of social justice advocates!

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whokilledjared · 24 days

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the sluttiest thing a man can do is be himself. (& takes on social media)

Hi.

I'm lonely.

The moment I got "two weeks off school" in sophomore year, life went to 4x speed & I can't turn it off no matter how hard I try.

Maybe COVID-19 adolescence did numbers on me. Somewhere between the iPhone 5c and ChatGPT, 14-hour screen times have live-streamed to me a steady, homogenous death of culture.

Nothing is cool anymore. Nothing is sacred. Every movement is a trend, and every cult classic a sequel.

The value we place on things being beautiful, on being "cool," and our gatekept appreciation of how hard these things were to find: it's been co-opted, or perhaps stolen. It's been stolen by the new merchant class. "Disruptors" and "innovators" turning our lives into a burgeoning black mirror prequel. Soon, we'll graduate too, and we'll wring every morsel of value in each others' lives dry for cash.

Plain and simple, I think we're being manipulated.

Your dates are an algorithm. Your music is a social signal. And Zuck knows when you sleep.*

God. What the fuck are we doing???

“Individuation is becoming the thing which is not the ego, and that is very strange.” — Carl Jung

Recently, I deleted Instagram. My first impulse was to post a story or something, announcing my departure. But then, I thought that would be lame.

I got rid of my account, too. Kinda. Over 1 year, over 800 followers removed, and what remains of me is a little grey icon, and "JM_0000000010" where my name and face used to be.

yay.

There were many people I wish I could have been friends with, but I wonder, too, why I find myself so drawn to the validation of others. Does social media affect me worse, or do we all just choose to ignore it, languishing in private?

At any rate, this last year has almost felt like re-learning how to be a human being.

Personally, I think one of the biggest markers for maturity is when you become willing to disappoint the people you know in favor of what feels right to you, when you start to unravel the stories you’ve told yourself (or been told) about who you are and what you should be. In short, the sluttiest thing a man can do is be himself.

And sometimes, I think about every college student that has ever lived. My grandmother, my dad, and so on. Just consider for a moment all kids who graduated before 2010:

What was it like for the ones in 1940? To walk around, before a campus had computers? In 2006: To meet someone pretty, but forget their number? In 1999: To cram into dorms, and watch Seinfeld live on-air?

Would I, like my dad in 1988, have braved cold night, brisk wind, & landline phone-call just to knock and see if my friends were too busy to hang?

What stories could I tell if there was even the slightest chance of getting lost on the way home from a party?

Humans are social creatures. We crave our friends like water. To me, the clearest difference between Dasani and Instagram is that one of them comes in a bottle.

Yet despite these distractions and comforts we have in 2024, somehow, we still have engineering students. People who carve out time in their day to sit down, look at paper, and solve differential equations. But then, that's not so hard, is it? It just takes time. Precious, fucking, time.

At Meta, leagues and leagues of these engineers power behavioral scientists, who are competing for the highest salary. Their benchmarks? Your FOMO. Guilt. Anxiety. Obsession. The worse you feel, the more you engage with their content. The more you engage with their content, well, you're starting to get the point.

Try something for me: Open up Instagram, but don't tap anything. What happens? How many little animations? How many tiny nudges prompting you to get lost? Our home-pages are billion-dollar diving boards, hoisting us over engineered catacombs of subconscious quicksand.

My homepage is my FOMO, my envy, and my crushes. The pain and struggle of trying to be someone who I am not. My little existential crises, bundled-up, packaged, and shipped with a like button.

To abandon your social networks entirely, however, requires a safety net of close friends. After all, your friends are online, and you'd be miserable without them.

This is the problem with our monkey brains. Millennia of sociological natural-selection have made us quite great at feeling terrible. We're damn good at making tribal status games to play with, too.

Seeking refuge in quirked up septum piercings and boygenius listeners, my time in counter-cultural, alternative "scenes" between St. Louis and Tampa has shown me that even the weirdest of folks and the most removed can accidentally find themselves reduced to nothing more than high-school popularity contests. Even if I love them. Even if they're amazing people. We're human.

We can't "quit social media" as much as we can't "quit bottled water" Sure, we can, but it's inconvenient. And even without a bottle, we're still drinking water.

So I lost touch with my friends. I got no new updates on their lives. I forced myself into the inconvenience of not having a phone to reach for in fleeting moments of boredom. Suddenly, I was out of the loop. Suddenly, I was bored. And suddenly, nobody missed me. My only friends were the ones I had the time to text. Everyone else ... does not exist.

Weekends have become more valuable than ever. Without the empty social calories of seeing my friends' pictures, I find myself planning hangouts as often as my schedule allows. I have more lunches, more study sessions, and more is done in the company of less.

And I have the time to breathe.

And in this calm, I think I found my answer: it's my misplaced ambition. These fears of anxiety and people I thought I would miss, they seem represent something I want to see more of within myself. Something I want to develop, lean into more deeply, as an individual. And I think that's quite normal; to look out into the world and feel attracted to things we want to see more of. This is, I think, how everyone develops their own definition of beauty — and of coolness. It's largely the intersection of what we find most interesting, and what we want to see more of in the world. Because beauty and coolness, by definition, are rare and hard to find. If they were everywhere, nothing be beautiful, nor would anything be cool.

When we all turn into wrinkles and cataracts, bad backs and heart attacks, for a brief, glorious moment, our lives are going to flash before our eyes. In this moment, you'll see your story. The ultimate progression of you.

How much of that will be skibidi toilet and reaction clips? How much of that will be arguing on the internet? Can you tell me, just how much of your life will you have skipped over to pacify your intentionally-lowered attention span?

That girl whose number you couldn't find Those passing questions over coffee that you couldn't search on Google The boredom of a subway ride

Those are not inconveniences, they're what the older generations refer to as "life."

* (oh, but if you can't sleep, consider this aside: Google knows the angle you walk at, how fast you're walking, and they've got crowdsourced pictures of everywhere around you at all times of the day. fun bedtime thoughts <3)

#scene #alternative #social media #social justice #instagram #college #coming of age #writing #blogpost #blog takes

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crazycatsiren · 1 year

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I don't give a fuck how much I agree with your post. If you end it with "if you don't reblog this..." I ain't gonna reblog it. I'll just go write a post of my own that doesn't include manipulative shit.

#mother witch ramblings #tumblr blogger #tumblr blogs #social justice #performative activism

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sexysofi · 2 months

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Todavía me siento un poco tímida 🫣

(Still feeling a bit shy 🫣)

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omg-whathaveidone · 1 year

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*I'm re-sharing this in the wake of another horrific tragedy. We must learn from past pain...we must never forget.

"The jury’s verdict will never blind the world to what we saw on the videotape" April 29, 1992

I recently had a bit of a reality check when I was asked who Rodney King was by a grown adult, who was literally a year old when Los Angeles rose up. I don't want to describe what happened in 1992 as "rioting" because to me it was an awakening. I wasn't much older than an infant at the time...I was a tween. And I grew up in Ohio...so far removed from life in a huge California city. But the impact of being a child and witness to the chaos and racism will live with me forever.

As a tween, I was still sensitive enough to understand the pain I saw on television and the fear mixed with absolute righteous anger. The violent assault of Rodney King by police footage is so ingrained in my mind that I can still almost hear the ABC news reporters dissecting each awful baton swing caught on a grainy video. It still gives me chills and that's probably why I am still having difficulty understanding the experience of someone who would never have an emotional connection to that horrible day or the days following the verdict in Los Angeles.

During our discussion, my acquaintance asked a seemingly innocent question after I reviewed what happened in April 1992.

"And what was the jury's reason for acquittal?"

His question rang in my head because I had to explain that we had no internet. No one could question the jurors or the media to push for more information. The decision was just....done.

I've been thinking about that moment when he asked this question for days. Our society had absolutely no way to push for accountability in 1992. Voices were ignored by entire systems. People were dehumanized as props. Rodney King's despair and heartbreaking plea for us all to just "get along" was mocked for years. There was no "calling out", there was no organizing of young voices nationwide for mass protest, there was only an infinite void of injustice. And that is why Los Angeles was at a breaking point.

The context of this crucial learning point has been so misconstrued since the nineties. It makes me wonder if folks, specifically well meaning activists, who are the same age and younger than my acquaintance really see the political connections. Those who have mostly lived outside of systemic racism or who have benefitted from it may not see the similarities. The racist mantras of "inner-city violence" that are used against the current movements to protect black and brown lives were the same ones back in the nineties. Unfortunately, the rising of LA was used as "proof" in support of more racist stereotypes and are currently used in rhetoric by the right wing. There is no legitimacy to any such mantras yet I see social justice movements still being thwarted by these old tropes.

So...I guess the reason this whole conversation sticks with me is because of how quickly the real lessons of history are lost. And this is by design. Critical race theory isn't taught in a book. It is learned by sharing experiences and remembering the lessons of our pain and triumph. And I say this as a woman of color with a Master's degree in Humanities. I could never teach someone straight facts of something like April 1992. It had to be felt. And I hope that we all remember to share those feelings so we never really forget.

#social justice #blacklivesmatter #activism #critical thinking #critical race studies #justice for all #blogging #storytelling #blm #end police brutality #tyre nichols

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poppletonink · 7 months

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Hermione Granger: An Inspired Reading Recommendations List

Matilda by Roald Dahl

Hidden Figures by Margot Lee Shetterly

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by J.K. Rowling

To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee

The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari

Macbeth by William Shakespeare

The Crucible by Arthur Miller

Women in Science: 50 Fearless Pioneers Who Changed the World by Rachel Ignotofsky

The Tales Of Beedle The Bard by J.K. Rowling

A Short History Of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

The Book Thief by Markus Susak

We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde

Anne Of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Recitatif by Toni Morrison

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman

The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett

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unapologeticmelancholy · 7 months

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People don't get what they deserve. They just get what they get.

House SE 6, EP 5

#and we should change that #social justice #dark academia #light academia #dark academia blog #chaotic academia #nihilism #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #movie quotes #house md #sombre mood #class war #neoliberalism #capitalism

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a-little-revolution · 2 years

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Please discontinue fantasy "dwarves"

"Dwarves", such as Tolkien or Dungeons and Dragons, are based off of Germanic folklore and Norse mythology; they are mountain dwelling peoples associated with mining, crafting, wisdom and axe wielding. Little people or "Dwarfs", are persons with dwarfism. The disability has existed long before the folklore, and influenced it through centuries of discrimination and slavery.

I get a lot of questions on here surrounding "dwarves" and the space they take up in the fantasy genre, and my take on it has gone unchanged.

I strongly discourage fantasy writers from including the made up race of "dwarves" in their world building. Their existence creates confusion surrounding the disability (after all, I've probably answered more questions about the made up race than I have on real dwarfism) and the lore was developed alongside the mystification of slaves.

If you're looking to include characters with actual dwarfism in your work, fantasy or otherwise, consider the following:

Do not base your dwarf characters off "dwarves". Stray entirely from the mythology, giving them new culture, character design, livelihood, etc. that humanizes them within your world and interweaves them in the community they're in. Learn the proper proportions and accommodations for the disability, which will depend on what type of dwarfism your character/characters have.

Avoid segregating your dwarf and able bodied characters. Make interabled communities. It will allow you to avoid othering and mystification, and towns made up of only little people have not only been overdone, but are a wink to early 90s m*dget villages. This is not to say that communities of little people cannot exist, simply that it must be done with care and with purpose.

Humanize, empathize, normalize. Use your writing as an opportunity for positive representation, or to point out the struggles that little people face in the real world. Do your research!

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#dwarfism #dwarfism awareness #disability #disability blog #little people #dwarfism in media #dwarves #fantasy dwarves #dnd #lord of the rings #social justice #writing advice #writing fantasy #fantasy #representation #disabled representation

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queerbrownvegan · 1 year

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It’s our birthright to feel empowered, connected, and have a vision of the future.

#queerbrownvegan #sustainability #climate change #environmentalism #social justice #environment #environmental justice #blog #climate crisis #intersectional environmentalism

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pagansphinx · 3 months

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Women's March, January 21, 2017, Washington, D.C.

Photo credit: Pagan Sphinx Photography

#photography #my photos #pagan sphinx photography #women's march on washington #original photography #photographers on tumblr #pagan sphinx art blog #abortion rights #women's rights #social justice #never trump #vote blue #vote biden

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disgustedbyinjustice · 1 year

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It’s been a day or two since i’ve really been on any social media other than the news and tiktok and it feels like were living in a dystopia and i’m driving myself crazy trying to figure out how we’re going to get out of this.

the government thinks that books are a greater danger to the LITERAL LIVES OF CHILDREN than guns are. trans kids are being exiled and targeted and they are more vulnerable than ever and i hate the feeling of even falling asleep when i feel like i could be doing more.

we should be storming the streets. making out voices heard. time after time after time we have seen that the voices of children and teenagers and young adults and god forbid, the adults that advocate for the younger generations have been blatantly ignored. they have been disregarded and tossed to the side even though the only people who know anything about what it’s like to experience a shooting or live in fear of going to school because they don’t know if they will walk out alive are the people that have experienced it. is that not enough? we are begging and it’s not enough?

the current system doesn’t care about us. not enough to value human life over a gun. not enough to CRITICALLY THINK about how our current way of dealing with guns is perpetuating a culture based on individual powerlessness, so the only remedy seemingly available is to buy a gun under the guise of being able to protect oneself, as if the presence of a gun itself doesn’t hold risks already.

how are we supposed to work towards change within a broken and corrupt system built on harmful ideologies? if restrictions and safety measures are not going to be passed, what do we do? how do we get people to care?

gun violence against women, accidental household gun violence, and even gun assisted suicide can ALL be mitigated by removing automatic weapons from the hands of civilians. NOT TO MENTION THE CHILDREN. i’d that isn’t worth it, what will be?

#anyway i’m mad and tired and can’t sleep and i can’t figure out what to do #i don’t know what to do anymore #social justice blog #end violence against women #queer rights #feminism #social research #gun control #gun control now

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dinkydruid · 1 year

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yeah sure you say 'cringe is dead,' all the time, but do you actually interact with people who are morally harmless but conversationally abrasive or embarrassing due to undersocialization? do you reach out to them and help them understand why they're being rejected? do you actually accept and uplift people who have no self-confidence or etiquette because no one has ever given them the time, space or guidance to learn how to successfully interact with others?

or do you just mean that the things you do or like personally that have been conventionally called cringe don't count, and that you're the new, self-appointed Arbiter of Cringe. are you really dismantling and evening the playing field for people who are at an unfair disadvantage, or are you just moving the goalposts? did you smash the hierarchical pyramid or just tip it on its side so you're on top now?

is cringe really dead, or did it you just give it a makeover?

#tumblr meta #cringe is dead #meme format #serious post #tumblr #getting a little tired of seeing all the hypocrisy on here #popular blogs #if youre gonna form a clique at least tell the truth #social justice #i guess #trending #?#idk how tagging works i just hope some people see this

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socialjusticeangel · 3 months

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~greetings from above, tumblr~....🤍🪽

🌸 created this account to mindlessly ramble into the websphere, about random topics that interest me! (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

~~~ will make follow up about me post later so you all can learn about the lovely kana! ☁️🍡

*°•° my account will mainly be NSO related, due my hyperfixation on it (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿) {and my delusional attachment to k-angel hehe} (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) 🎀💻🪽

MY POSTING PROMISES🩷

-extremely rambley deep dives onto meanings of games and character arcs!

-some slightly political rants, mainly about LGBTQ adjacent topics!

-shitposts!

-blogging about my day, and goals! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

please follow so i dont have to post into the void! you all would hate to see me rot away into irrelevance wouldnt you (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠) *boohoohoo , sounds of my sobs*

this has been kana, the social justice angel, signing off!

#nso kangel #nso #needy streamer overload #needy girl overdose #social justice warriors #and proud #first post #looking for moots #intro post #introduction #introductory post #blog post #silly #bpd #autism #schizophrenia #(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

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sexysofi · 2 months

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Antes de dormirme! Mándame mensajes 🫣

(Before I sleep! Send me messages 🫣)

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