I’m hoping that this is as “angry” as I’ll get with a comic, but given how the world is shaping up politically at the moment, I fear that might not be the case.
It’s been incredibly eye opening to witness the degree to which some people I know are willing to bury their heads in the sand in order to avoid the reality of the awful things that are happening around them. Awful things that they were told were going to happen.
In America, people are being black bagged and shipped off to El Salvador without due process to be held indefinitely in prisons, with the current administration now making social media posts cruelly boasting that they’ll never return.
Make no mistake, if people are being kidnapped by the government, given no due process, and are shipped to a foreign nation to be held in prison with no intention to give them any legal recourse, we need to call these prisons what they are:
They are death camps.
The United States of America is rounding up “undesirables” and sending them to death camps.
There are people in this country that voted for this. No matter how nice they otherwise seem or claim to be, these people are evil to the core.
There are also people who didn’t vote for this, but do provide social validation and acceptance to those who did.
If you are someone who thinks you’re against fascism, but you also accept fascists in your life, you are a fascist.
There can be no acceptance of intolerance. In the comic, the person I’m lampooning is the “Fake Trans Ally”, but you can swap out “trans” for any other group of marginalized people. Frankly, just call this person “The Fake Ally.”
If you’re someone reading this and feel attacked because I’m calling you a fake ally, it’s time to do some soul searching. When the history books are written about this period of American history, are you going to be someone who was unambiguously against hatred, or were you someone that treated hate as acceptable?
Were you someone that invited hatred into your home?
Were you someone that shared a meal with hatred?
Were you someone that allowed hatred a safe haven?
If you’re someone that does that, you yourself are hateful.
When you accept hate, you do so at the expense of those who are the target of that hatred.
Be better, our lives depend on it.
plural problem where ur trying to domme a girl but the things you do keep flustering your own headmates.
like I'm trying to make her cry, the scene doesn't work if you front and start crying too*
(*exceptions exist for "dear god what did my headmate do to you im so sorry"-type crying)
Being flirted with is a basic survival need. It goes air, water, being told I'm pretty
it should be socially acceptable to be princess carried everywhere
reblog to bap prev with your paw
genuinely fucked up that if i want to interact with someone online i have to say words and have a conversation instead of just mashing my face against them like a cat
I don't necessarily agree with this but it has such a mathematical quality to it somehow
Trans girls, in my experience, have largely lived an existence in which for the vast majority of our lives, we've never been anybody's first choice romantically. That's if we're chosen at all.
Second choice? Yeah. Back up plan? Happens. Fetishized? Always.
But never just chosen. Never just pursued. Never loved quite as much as we need. Never the object of obsession. Never the focus of passion.
Every love feels like it's one better option disappearing like a vapor in the wind.
So I say all that to say, if you're romantically inclined, and you love a trans girl. Choose her. Really choose her. Choose her in every moment. Make her feel like she's the only one that matters and do it every day, because it's possible, likely even, that she's never felt that before.
Really choose her, or you will break her heart.
If you're not willing to do that, leave her the fuck alone.
Everyone's like "The new Pope isnt welcoming to gay people and has covered up child abuse" like. Fork found in kitchen?
Horrible News: Local Catgirl still has to go buy food after travelling for 5 hours
the real true purpose of having a brain is to think about fictional characters