A few weeks ago I attended a series of lectures at an islamic school. It was one night, about 5 hours with breaks, but it takes the esteemed position of one of the worst nights in my life. I went in with an open mind, open heart and intended to learn. I’ve always thought that islam in its purest form is one of the most beautiful things on earth, but it is tainted. Tainted by bigots blinded by the dogma which they distort to integrate hate so subtly into our society. Sometimes I wonder if they have any idea what they are doing.

Let us look at a few statistics.

The scientific study “Sexual Behavior in the Human Male” by Indiana University researchers Alfred C. Kinsey, Wardell B. Pomeroy, and Clyde E. Martin reported that 37% of males had homosexual experiences, but this figure includes incidental homosexual experience. The study reported 10% of males being more or less exclusively homosexual. Subsequent studies such as “The Janus Report on Sexual Behavior” by researchers Samuel S. Janus and Cynthia L. Janus & “Homosexuality / Heterosexuality” by researchers David P. McWhirter, Stephanie A. Sanders, and June Machover Reinisch reported the exclusively homosexual male population to be 9% & 13.95% respectively, which supports the Indiana University findings of 10%, or 1 in 10

For the sake of simplicity in maths, let us assume that findings suggest that 1 in 10 males are homosexual. 

At these lectures there must have been about three or four hundred men, boys and children. This could correlate to around 30 or 40 being homosexuals, if we counted all of them. But I’m not going to talk about adults in denial.

I’m going to talk about the kids.

Some of these children will sit through these lectures being told that having feelings toward another man is an “abomination”. They will feel the hate spewing from the sermon that condemns their very nature and they will be terrified. I know this because it scared the crap out of me when I was younger. 

I’ve known that I wasn’t straight since before I can remember. Probably from the age of around 5 or 6. I may not have known the term for my inclination, or what it meant, but I knew something was different. I also sat in the mosque, listening to the imam talking about how homosexuals will be thrown into the fire that feeds on the bones of men like the people of Lot. 

Being a child and having the image of burning for eternity just because of who you may fall in love with is not what Islam teaches.

The story of Lot condemns a lot of things. It condemns inhospitality, rape, robbery, humiliation of stranger and the mistreatment of guests among other things. Why then, do modern muslims choose to focus on the “sin” of homosexuality over all these other things, which are daily occurrences in the world. These things are allowed to pass us by. I know muslims that lie, steal, cheat and backbite regularly, but as soon as you mention the word “gay”, they turn up their noses as if to say that they are once again pious in the face of these “abominations” of men.

I am not a “gay muslim”. I am a muslim who just so happens to be gay. This should not define my fitness to practice my religion, and it should not mean that hypocritical muslims with double standards have the right to condemn me.

I love my religion, I just pity some people that follow it. I’ve always been told that Islam is about tolerance and peace and love, and I’m afraid I fail to see it in the modern world. I consider myself a good person. I don’t consider myself the best muslim, but none of us are.

If we are all equal in the eyes of God, why are we not in the eyes of men? 

Don’t try and tell me that I chose to be gay. I tell you now that i stayed up late at night, crying to God to cure me, to remove this “ailment” and save me from eternal damnation. I was angry with myself, with my God, with my religion. Not because the religion had taught me I was wrong, but because people had told me I was. People told me that I would burn, that I would be punished for something over which I had no control. It broke me. 

Now I realise why i didn’t change, and why I didn’t wake up one morning cured, suddenly into girls.

Maybe there isn’t anything to change.

im glad people are discussing fatphobia but please don’t throw disabled & chronically ill fat people under the bus while defending metabolically healthy fat people! health is not equivalent to morality or worth & unhealthy fat people’s bodies are no more the business of thin folks than the bodies of metabolically healthy ones.

The man-free sanctuary will offer up a range of typical beauty services such as hair, waxing, facials and manicures and pedicures, while providing unique services like henna and halal nails and eyebrow shaping.

“We want women to be able to come in and feel completely relaxed,” ~ Quhshi said.

26-year-old Jamarion Robinson’s grandmother Beverly Nixon said her grandson was bipolar and schizophrenic. Still got shot 76 (!!!) times. Would a white person get the same treatment?

The witness said he saw more than a dozen patrol cars at the complex where US Marshals killed Robinson on August 5, 2016. Why were there no behavioral specialist? Surely one of them would know how to interact with a bipolar schizophrenic better than the police.

I’m absolutely disgusted.

Here’s Jamarion’s mother’s GoFundMe in case anyone is willing to help.

$52,212 as of January 19th 2021

This is still relevant. If you can’t offer financial support please do your part and share so it can get to people who can.

#JusticeForJamarian

Tips for getting drinks-

1. ALWAYS GO TO THE BAR TO GET YOUR OWN DRINK, DO NOT LET STRANGERS CARRY YOUR DRINKS. This is an opportune time for dropping something into your cocktail, and you’re none the wiser.

2.IF YOU ORDER SOMETHING NON-ALCOHOLIC, I promise you, the bartender doesn’t give two shits that you’re not drinking cocktails with your friends, and often, totally understands that you don’t want to let your guard down around strangers. Usually, you can just tell the bartender that you’d like something light, and that’s a big clue to us that you’re uncomfortable with whomever you’re standing next to. Again, we see this all the time.

3. If you’re in a position to where you feel uncomfortable not ordering alcohol:

Here’s a list of light liquors, and mixers that won’t get you drunk, and will still look like an actual cocktail:

X-rated + sprite = easy to drink, sweet, and 12% alcoholic content. Not strong at all, usually runs $6-$8, depending on your state.

Amaretto + sour= sweet, not strong, 26%.

Peach Schnapps+ ginger ale= tastes like mellow butterscotch, 24%.

Melon liquor (Midori, in most bars) + soda water = not overly sweet, 21%

Coffee liquor (Kahlua) +soda = not super sweet, 20%.

When I was a fresh bartender, I had a couple sitting in the corner, already drinking when I started my shift. They seemed like they knew each other really well considering how much they had their hands on one another. But I still came by and asked if they were okay. The man just waved me off while the woman said, “I need some water.”

The man laughed it off and told me, “She doesn’t need any water. She’s fine.”

She was not fine. Clearly. I decided I was going to cut the two off anyway and bring them some water. As I was filling up the glasses, I heard the woman say, “Stop. I said no. I don’t feel good.”

Her tone and attitude changed instantly. She kept pushing his hand away when he reached for her face, turned her head away when he tried to kiss her. Loudly told him, “Stop. I’m done for tonight.”

So I made sure to refill her water the moment she finished it, and I stayed within earshot of them the whole night. And every time I did, the man got mad at me, told me to leave them alone. Their friends were there, surrounding them and told me that those two always fought when they were drunk and apologized, so I relaxed a little. But the last time I refilled her drink, I heard a loud crash.

She fell out of her stool and hit her head on the floor. And he calmly drank his drink. Their friends didn’t even blink. I jumped over the bar to tend to her and he just said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take her home. She always ends up like this. She drinks too much.”

But it didn’t sound right.

Then the woman began convulsing.

I yelled for the other bartender to call 911 and when I did, the guy suddenly disappeared. I tried asking thr friends questions about him and they just blew it off as the woman being a black our drunk. And one of them said, “We’ll get her home. Don’t worry.”

But when thr EMTs showed up with the police, they all disappeared too.

A few days later the woman came with an attorney. She asked me and the other bartender who worked before me some questions. Turns out, she didn’t know any of those people. They weren’t her friends or her boyfriend. They had met that night, when the guy asked her if he could buy her a drink. At the hospital, they found traces of Rohypnol in her system.

The guy had Roofied her. And his friends were in on it.

The security camera footage showed he had put something in her drink when she left for the bathroom before my shift.

I used to think I can't have ADHD because I wasn't hyperactive.

Not everyone can allow themselves to act on their hyperactivity, so we find ways to redirect or hide the understimulation.

(Sneak introduction to the new inattentive Alien! A hommage to a collab I did with René ♥️)

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respectability politics is a trap.

Their enemies (the outgroup) are both too weak to the point of being undesirables while also so powerful they can control vast global conspiracies against the in group.