its fun

i can do literally whatever I want

cons of writing

this isolation is so fucking deadly and y'all do not care with your jokes & "advice" who y'all leave out to die

y'all don't support us but feign mourning us when we inevitably die due to neglect & abandonment while ensuring we cannot leave our deadly conditions because y'all won't mask

now i struggle to find a few people who want to talk to me at all turns out 6 years of complete isolation destroys you as a person and makes you too much for most people to want to be around! turns out surviving multiple genocides is uncomfortable even for other "radicals" to hear about because they just want to have fun, not foster serious and deeply meaningful relationships with other people

when i inevitably die due to being a traumatized disabled queer person of color, don't let anyone say I was brave, resilient, or strong when I was never given a choice in how I was castigated & exiled for the crime of speaking about my miserable existence My killers will have always been everyone who ever claimed to love me but didn't show up for me, didn't support me, and moved on to more fun people while I continued to burn in the hell of this dystopia

'Zygmunt and Zośka'

Ewka joined the "Zośka" battalion before the outbreak of the uprising, together with her beloved Tomasz. She met Tomek in the Grey Ranks two years ago, they participated in many reconnaissance and sabotage missions together.  They both welcomed information about the planned uprising with excitement and euphoria. Those moments seem so distant now... The uprising has been going on for a month now...  Tomek is gone. All she has left are memories of long walks by the Vistula and those short moments together when they felt free and happy, despite the horror surrounding them. Now, with a Colt M1911 in her hand, which she received from one of the "Cichociemny" fighting in the Old Town, she is waiting for the Germans assault, leaning on Zygmunt statue, her last sanctuary, last support. They will both fall today, the old king Zygmunt and brave Ewa from the Zośka battalion. -

Exactly 80 years ago, 1 August 1944 at 5:00 p.m. the Warsaw Uprising broke out. The Uprising was supposed to last a few days at most, but it did last sixty-three days and claimed hundreds of thousands of lives. Directly, of course, it was aimed to liberate Warsaw from the occupation of the falling German Reich, but indirectly and politically (as part of Operation 'Burza') was aimed against the USSR and Stalin's plans. This was also one of the reasons for its calamity and the help ( of the Red Army ) that never came. It was definitely too optimistic for the Polish underground resistance command to count on any help from Stalin, whose plans concerning Poland were known and who, as a vindictive and unforgiving person - in my personal opinion - certainly wanted to take revenge for the 1920 and his personal defeat.

There is no doubt, however, that it was an uprising of brave young women and men, full of high ideals, passion and dreams of a free homeland, who wanted to feel a little freedom, self-agency and relief, but also to take revenge after 5 years of terror and occupation. Very tragic and beautiful at the same time. It is to them that I wanted to pay tribute and honor their memory. 

this behavior is nothing new. the global south and everything in it - the people, the culture, our heritage - is seen as nothing more than a decoration or commodity to colonizers. i don't even need to bring up the koh i noor or the entire british museum; these examples are recent and egregious enough on their own.

it doesn't get more malicious than that

we're dying and we're an aesthetic to her

eat the rich

death to America

death to all regimes