Hey Everyone, This Is Bisan From Gaza. I'm Still Alive But Hind Is Not. Do You Remember Hind Rajab? This

ao3 is down

and my crops are burning, my face is peeling, and my grades have dropped

Ok but imagine being half someone’s soul, as the poets say.

This is what happened after the mission, they told me themselves

everyone talks about ts eliots the wasteland but y'all sleep on the love song of j. alfred prufrock I swear

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The epidemic of young queers ignoring or cherrypicking queer history is really biting us all in the ass because Montana just tabled the bill that banned trans and gay panic, and many of the younger queers I’ve come across have no idea what gay panic really is, or what that means.

All they know about gay panic is the “Oh my gosh! I talked to a pretty girl/boy and I’m a girl/boy hehe so flustered” that at some point replaced the actual meaning of gay panic. Do you know how dangerous this is, that they don’t know of the dangers of trans and gay panic? It’s lethal.

As things in the US become more dire for the queer community, I’m begging the young queers: read up on queer - our, your - history. Talk to your elder queers. Really look into current politics surrounding the queer community. Don’t get all your info from social media, and absolutely do not take what you see on social media at face-value. Get yourself educated and prepared for what’s to come. It’ll save lives, I promise you.