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"the well off and rich arent the same"
listen i dont know why we're pretending classism is only 'billionaires vs everybody else' and how they are the only people who benefit from their wealth but im so tired of this. i mean it SHOULD be. but thats not how the "well off" operate. people need to focus this energy on getting the "well off" to align with the poor. Because they benefit from the poor's oppression too and they think they're closer to billionaires when they will never be.
poor people dont need to be "reminded" that children of wealthy families shouldn't feel guilty about their families' wealth. the children of the wealthy and well off need to be reminded that the poor are human beings who deserve not to be exploited and treated like subhuman. that the system made them poor and keeps them poor, not bad choices or bad decisions. there's no morality in being poor. they aren't bad people and shouldn't be judged based on how much labor they produce. the well off need to fuckin put in work to dismantle classism and fight against exploitation.
stop coddling the upper class from the lower class. stop scolding the poor like theyre children.
LIL NAS X for OUT Magazine Aug. 2021 photographed by James White
… they were mean to me. they were mean to you?
I dont look beautiful. I know I don't and there is really no way you can convince me I do. I have a nose that's not what fits the standards. I have front teeth that are way too much on front. I have a long face. I don't have a pageant smile. I lose whenever I compare myself to her. I have flaws on the outside that you judge me for and it's okay, that's the kind of society we live in.
But it's weird that inspite of knowing this fact, I feel beautiful. I feel beautiful when I am writing. I feel beautiful when I am having a hot cup of coffee after studying continuously. I feel beautiful when I step on the terrace and my headache stops throbbing. I feel beautiful when I sign my name at the end of a poem or when I put my face or my hand in the rain. I feel it when I am so tired I sleep without any thoughts. When I have cried for way too long and my face shines and I don't have any tears to cry anymore. I feel it when my skinny jeans fits me perfectly and I can't stop staring myself in the mirror, with hair down and messy. I feel beautiful when I laugh at the inside jokes I have with myself. When I am alone, just thinking and the thoughts make sense and I am able to pen it down. I feel beautiful when someone likes it. I feel it when I am done with the day's work. I feel it when I think of future even though it's becoming rare lately. I can't see future as clearly as I did. But there are moments, I see myself and I have made it and I am alive. Wearing those skinny jeans and walking with my hands in my pocket on a now silent at 2 am New York Street. I feel beautiful when I think of it.
But this beauty is what no one appreciates anymore. Everyone wants everyone to be kind, beautiful from inside. But the problem is, neither does anyone respect that beauty nor does anyone know to value it.
So does this feeling of beautiful matter?
As often as not, I like to think it does. To me, it does.
-S
Reblog and put in the tags the first presidential election you were old enough to be aware of (if you live in the states, or another country that has presidential elections)
Transcript of the thread on Twitter by user jenbrea:
You know, it’s taken me awhile to come to this realization, but dropping out of graduate school, losing your career, not having your intended children, and being bedridden for seven years because your neurologists fucked up is…kind of a big fucking deal.
It strikes me as an outcome that should maybe be…counted in aggregate statistics, and that people should be held accountable. Instead, it is 100% invisible to the medical system, the cost borne entirely by myself, my family, and our society. And there are MILLIONS of us.
I was reflecting on my Twitter feed and why I rail on about this. It occurred to me it’s because this (right now) is the only space where this reality can exist. If you counted us and there was accountability for medical fuck-ups/neglect/gaslighting/abuse etc., I’d have no need.
But right now, medicine is (one of the last) noble priesthoods, with all the self-awareness and accountability that noble priesthoods usually entail. (i.e., scant.) And yes, there are absolutely incredible doctors out there, but they are not the norm.
We need to stop automatically lionizing whole classes of people just because we are terrified of disability and death and want to believe in the magic/superiority/infallibility of our doctors or our medical systems (cough, NHS) and start to see things as they really are.
It is ugly, and by the time you get sick, it’s too late to start caring.
Our whole society has contributed to this: the med schools that use absolutely the wrong admissions criteria and curricula; the residency hazing; the shitty systems of rationing that oppress doctors and distort science and reality; the TV fairytales we tell about it all.
By “neurologists fucked up” I mean diagnosed you with hysteria rather than observing the patent abnormalities on your MRI, ordering additional testing, or doing fairly basic clinical exams and *believing the results.*
(No, their diagnostic algorithms do not train them to do this but they still have eyes and brains.)
I wonder how different my life might have been if rather than reach for the easy “nothing to see here” Get Out of Jail Free card, my doctors had kept working under the premise that I WAS SICK.
That truly only happens on TV. Most patients with most doctors get one, maybe two tests. If the answer isn’t blatantly obvious, you basically get kicked to the curb. True investigation and observation doesn’t really exist in modern medicine, not for the average patient.
I have no answers or solutions, but I know that it all starts with seeing the problem, which requires measurement, which is not going to be initiated from within the healthcare system itself. It also requires forcing the medical system to internalize the costs.
If u want to write a story about a character that's just you but hotter with a dark twisted backstory and magical powers and a pet falcon or something, I think u should just go ahead and do that. Who's gonna stop you? The government?? Fuck the police.
Because Evan, you came in here the other day and said you thought it would have been better if you had been shot.
You act like you’re expendable, but you’re wrong.
We've had a very cold and rainy summer and only two weeks of good weather this year. It's a bit hard to imagine how things are elsewhere when you still have to wear so many layers in August. Seeing this gave me a better understanding of the situation...
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UNCLE SAM and UNCLE BUCKY | tfatws 1.01 & 1.06
SEBASTIAN STAN as Bucky Barnes in THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER — 1.06 “One World, One People”
Alia Bhatt as Roop Chaudhry in KALANK (2019)
Chapters: 5/7 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan “Buck” Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley, Howie “Chimney” Han, Bobby Nash, Athena Grant, Henrietta “Hen” Wilson, Karen Wilson, Taylor Kelly, Ana Flores (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Minor Evan “Buck” Buckley/Taylor Kelly, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Pining, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Injury Recovery, Evan “Buck” Buckley Takes Care of Eddie Diaz, Christopher Diaz Has Two Dads, Christopher Diaz is a National Treasure, Pre-Relationship Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Getting Together, Post 911 Season 4, Feelings Realization Summary:
In which Eddie is struggling in the aftermath of being shot, learning how to take care of himself and realising he’s in love with Buck; and Buck is dating Taylor, taking care of Eddie and Christopher and trying to figure out why he’s so goddamn confused about everything.
Chapter 5 is up!
karli: wait no not like that bucky: nah i’m gonna
