I have a lot of problems with this.
1. Since when do gay men suddenly have the same amount of privilege as a straight man? Just completely ignore the fact that gays are still getting aggressively called faggots, and getting beaten up for being themselves.
2. So they are discriminated? This meme is very inconsistent.
3. I don't understand??
4. So they're homophobic, who cares? They're making money, and you get to celebrate pride. Plus why would a homophobe be working there?
5. People have the choice for who they're going to date. They're not "fatphobic" for not wanting to date a guy over 400 pounds. And why is not wanting to date a feminine person hateful???? It's not, fuck off.
6. I don't understand, and don't care anymore.
(I blocked out their name for harassment reasons). Yeah, so I was one of the people who told them that hetero/cis couples are not LGBT, which they replied with: "they are oppressed because LGBT people tell them they are not LGBT".
Which makes NO sense. Actual LGBT people say that they because they legitimately aren't.
People do care how you have sex. People do not care if you do or don't have sex. You can probably live your entire life happily without telling anybody you don't like to have sex (besides your romantic partners, if you are into that). A lot of religions support the idea of having sex after marriage too, so what's the deal?!?? #sjw#antisjw#fatacceptance#feminism#socialjustice#socialjusticewarrior#lgbt#lgbtqabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz#helpme#queer#tumblr
Today may be Thanksgiving, but November is National Native American Heritage Month. Community starts in our homes, amongst our family, biological or chosen. You can also decolonize Thanksgiving in your own home, especially if you’re European American with white privilege. Whether it’s calling out racist relatives, unpacking the imbalance of power and privilege in this country, or encouraging your family to do something actionable in support of indigenous communities, even it that means collecting donations. The amount of collective trauma, especially amongst indigenous communities is the foundation of this holiday, like the Sioux Tribe at Standing Rock, who around this time last year were protesting in freezing temperatures, hosed down by high pressure water guns, just for protecting their land and water rights. Did you know suicide rates for youth on reservations is amongst the highest in the US, as are the alcoholism and PTSD rate? Privilege allows us to say things like “I don’t get political” or “lets not focus on the negative,” but for others in this country who don’t have that privilege, it becomes clear that this has nothing to do with being political or negative. It has to do with raising their voices, advocating for justice, and having those uncomfortable conversations that are desperately needed. Thanksgiving at our place is small this year, it’s just my mom, @digit, and I. I’ve started a new tradition in our family, where each of us donates to the following organizations: Indigenous Environmental Network, Indigenous People’s Power Project, and Native American Rights Fund. I’m refraining from saying “Happy Thanksgiving” and just saying “Mindful Holidays” to avoid causing triggers. We learned how to make Wojapi for one of our dishes, it’s a Dakota Berry Sauce, while learning whose ancestral land our house sits on (Chochenyo and Ohlone Lands). As our dinner prayer, I’ll be reading poems from Long Soldier’s new book (Whereas) and then giving thanks. I too, encourage you to try this at home, and ask politely, that you refrain from giving me praise because this is a message about holding ourselves accountable. Mindful Holiday to you 💛🙏🏼
💪🏽Post workout hustle. Thank you to everyone who showed up for the 🦃Thanksgiving ride. Gratitude is an understatement.🙌🏽 Like I said today and for every ride, it’s not just about the body- it’s about being brave and giving the best gift you can give to others: and that’s being your most authentic and whole-hearted self.❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
Hey, let's talk about how Native Americans take up 9% of the population in South Dakota, but 38% of the prison population. It's not because they "savages" but because laws are messed up and it means that natives are often punished in both tribal courts and federal ones for crimes.
Now, let's compare this to the white men that often go onto reservations and rape native women. There's no way to prosecute them because tribal lands are seen as their own sovereign nation within the United States.
There's so many problems for Native Americans, ranging from having pipelimes that spill oil into their lands and water supplies to having their children taken and put into Child Protective Services for no good reason to being incarcerated more than they should be to having to worry constantly about rape on tribal lands because there is no punishment for it to being able to track back to exactly where your family was murdered by genocide, not once for the Cherokee, but twice for them.
On this thanksgiving, we need to remember what has happened to Native people. They have so many problems, and a lot of us can do more to help than we are. So just think about these people today, research what they're going through, and help them. -Vivian
I don’t know how to accept that there are going to be people who don’t like me. I feel this need to explain myself carefully and apologise for events I wasn’t responsible for in hopes of people I don’t want in my life thinking positively of me.
I often feel urges to message people from my past to make sure that they don’t hate me, even though, most of the time, they scare me with their aggression and I don’t think they should be in my life anymore.
I definitely don’t have the beliefs of those around me and don’t fit in in many areas, but that doesn’t stop me from wishing everyone liked me and saw me for who I am in depth, and the truth is that very few people will see that and, even if people did, many still wouldn’t like me.
I have very black-and-white thinking, meaning I can think very poorly of someone based on a few flaws, so I should be able to accept that some people think like that towards me, but I just can’t. I’ve never been able to.
maybe it’d be easier to accept if I had more people in my life who see who I am and like all of it and who I feel positively towards, but I don’t.
I just wish I was more resilient. I can never let things go and just accept that some things are unavoidable, and it’s hurting me so much. I don’t know that I want to be an over thinker anymore
SWIPE >> I can totally relate to this chick, I too was someone on the hard left like I was hardcore far left to the point I thought anyone who was mildly right wing was a racist and they where all misogynists and hated the working class and that gender was a social construct and biology wasn’t a thing (which it absolutely is) I hated most men and thought they where misogynistic and evil (thanks to feminism) I hated the white working class and thought they where all evil racists and all kinds of insane wacky shit, and it got so bad I couldn’t crack a joke even mildly offensive because they’d dog pile on you and screech autistically like 5 year old children about that’s so offensive and horrible and how dare you have any disagreement. You can’t disagree with these people otherwise they otherise you and call you all kinds of untrue nasty shit and you are kicked out the group and they make you feel guilty for being white and a male and they are a horribly toxic group of people to be around some of the worst I’ve met and they don’t care about facts and only care about feelings, if it feels like x is true then it must be regardless of what the facts say and it’s bad and so many young people in university’s and colleges across Britain and America have bought into blatant lies and propaganda and are told as was I that these people who are on the rational left and the right are trolls so don’t engage with them until I did and now here I am a centre left dude who thinks for myself and only cares about fact and objective truths not spreading bs and lies like the far left does and the far right. It’s ok to challenge what you believe I do it all the time because I’m scared to be in another echo chamber again I only put out things that have actually evidence for them and are verifiably true not put shit out to spread a false narrative because it’s convenient for my arguments. Don’t fall pray to these groups and think for yourself don’t let others think for you! yes I no longer believe any of that leftist garbage
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What’s on your must-have list this Thanksgiving? Mine is definitely green bean casserole - I’m on the lookout for a great plant-based version of my old favorite. 😋🌱
it’s times like these I really struggle to persist and continue to express my beliefs and opinions. I’ve always been a very outspoken person and do my best to preach kindness and acceptance; not hate. but hearing so many people in this tiny town endlessly hate because of their own prejudices and need to fit in. everyone’s cruelty is so much louder than me, even though there’s never any real explanation behind it; they just laugh and dismiss. it’s so belittling and discouraging. I don’t even really get angry anymore; I just feel so hopeless and miserable. I listen and try not to cry and do my best to steady my heart rate and not have a panic attack because I’m so uncomfortable and upset.
I just don’t understand. these people, these people who spread nothing but hate, they know there’s no legitimate excuse for the way they act. they know it’s not right. they know they’d be shitty if people said hateful things about the social groups they belonged to. they KNOW, and they don’t care, and that makes me so genuinely miserable.
I know I can’t let myself be silenced because of an overwhelming amount of cruel and unkind people, but it’s so hard. it’s so hard to list reasons that people just don’t want to hear and would rather drown out. but if everyone who believes what I do let hatred and dismissal stop them from spreading a message of genuine equality, progress would never have been and will never again be made.
to all of my friends who want nothing more than to have a positive impact - don’t be discouraged by those unable to work on and rid their own prejudices
A few weeks ago, I became despondent with this platform. The addiction, performance, curated personas, and the desperate need for external validation was draining to witness. It felt empty and I began unpacking where I derive aspects of my worth because social media is definitely one of them. I got angry at Instagram, drained by rude DM’s because I’d somehow disappoint someone by failing to meet their expectations of me from over the years. Ashamed, I felt tied to a narrative I’ve been growing out of. My Instagram became a “thing” when I started sharing my healing journey after getting diagnosed with a chronic illness because of complex ptsd (yes, stress kills). A lot of my life is entangled with this platform, it’s how most of my clients find me, how many collaborations have started (@onbeinginyourbody for example), and how I’ve connected with incredible human beings who made me feel inspired and less alone (like, you). But, there is so much more to me than I let you see because I too fear what will happen if I leave this box; the one of the sick, sad girl who wrote through her pain and eventually became a counselor. As a society, we tend to keep survivors in a box, inspired by their stories as if it’s supposed to define them for the rest of their lives. I am not my trauma, and although it’ll always be a part of me, I am also so much more. I’ve noticed over the past few months that for some people it's been hard to accept, and my impulse is to say “I’m sorry,” but no one should be sorry for healing. I’ve started the transition into posting the ways I build resilience through my love for creative writing (which I also studied in school), design, movement meditation, social justice, raising other voices, and my many idiosyncrasies. I created this space because vulnerability and transparency weren’t as popular years ago and I wanted to speak up about invisible illnesses. I’m still doing that, but in a different way. And if that means our paths will part, I’m deeply grateful to have connected with you and wish you everything that is whole in this world. If you’re sticking around, I deeply appreciate you and can’t wait to keep connecting.