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Lgbt people are targets, black people are targets, other poc are targets.

but their main targets are always Jews. don’t forget about us. Don’t forget that they’re targeting jews. 

because everyone seems to be doing so, and its not fair. We’re real people, being targeted. our death, our elimination, is being Claimed as a main goal publicly on television by these neo-nazis. 

You don’t get to leave us out of your solidarity posts about the victims and targets of these white supremacists. 

To do so is to perpetuate the very antisemitism that these people are spreading. To do so is to be complicit in these neo-nazis goals. 

I know most people making posts in solidarity with the targets of these people mean well, but you can’t leave out their main target, for any reason. 

Alabama: OCT.22rd

Alaska: OCT. 7th

Arizona: OCT. 9th

Arkansas: OCT. 9th

California: OCT. 22rd

Colorado: Election day.

Connecticut: OCT. 30th

Delaware: OCT. 13th 

D.C: OCT. 16th

Florida: OCT. 9th

Georgia: OCT. 9th

Hawaii: OCT. 9th

Idaho: OCT. 12th

Illinois: OCT. 9th

Indiana: OCT. 9th

Iowa: OCT. 27th

Kansas: OCT. 16th

Kentucky: OCT. 9th

Louisiana: NOV. 17th

Maine: OCT. 16th

Maryland: OCT. 16th

Massachusetts: OCT. 17th

Michigan: OCT. 9th

Minnesota: OCT. 16th

Mississippi: OCT. 9th

Missouri: OCT. 10th

Montana: OCT. 9th

Nebraska: OCT. 19th

Nevada: OCT. 9th

New Hampshire: NOV. 6th

New Jersey: OCT. 16th

New Mexico: OCT. 9th

New York: OCT. 12th

North Carolina: OCT. 12th

North Dakota: Election Day.

Ohio: OCT. 9th

Oklahoma: OCT. 12th

Oregon: OCT. 16th

Pennsylvania: OCT. 9th

Rhode Island: OCT. 7th

South Carolina: OCT. 9th

South Dakota: OCT. 22rd

Tennessee: OCT. 9th

Texas: OCT. 9th

Utah: OCT. 7th

Vermont: Election Day.

Virginia: OCT. 15th

Washington: OCT. 8th

West Virginia: OCT. 16th

Wisconsin: OCT. 17th

Wyoming: OCT. 22rd 

Please register online if you aren’t already. Check your registration and your friends. Lots of people don’t have much time left to register! Don’t wait until the last minute! 

YOU CAN’T VOTE ONLINE.

YOU CAN’T VOTE FROM YOUR PHONE.

IN MANY STATES THERE ARE LEGAL CONSEQUENCES FOR PHOTOGRAPHING YOUR BALLOT.

DO NOT WEAR CAMPAIGN GEAR TO THE POLLS.

DO NOT TRY TO PERSUADE PEOPLE TO VOTE FOR A CANDIDATE AT THE POLLS.

DO NOT ENGAGE IN ANY KIND OF POLITICAL DISCOURSE AT THE POLLS.

NO ELECTION IS EVER A SURE THING, EVEN IF YOU’RE IN THE BLUEST OR REDDEST OF STATES.  IF SOMEONE TRIES TO TELL YOU THAT YOU CAN SIT THIS ONE OUT, THEY ARE EITHER IGNORANT OR MALICIOUS.

           Patrick yawned sleepily as his alarm went off, and he rolled over to slap the button to turn it off. He groggily got out of bed, still hungover from a night of partying before. He had been out at one of the clubs downtown, grinding up on a bunch of cute twinkish chasers, but unfortunately did not end up going home with any of them. He lazily got out of his bed and walked into the bathroom. After grabbing a quick shower, he snapped a picture of himself in the mirror to post on his Instagram accounts. His followers loved seeing the twenty seven year old Patrick show off his muscular, hairy body and he received a great deal of praise for that. Patrick was a bit of a vain man, and he loved getting complemented on his body.

            He pulled up his phone to check his schedule for the day, and he realized he was going to need to stop at the nutrition store to get a new batch of pre-workout before he went to go do his Saturday heavy arm workout at the gym. He lazily tossed on a sleeveless t-shirt, a backwards ball cap, tennis shoes, and a pair of blue jeans before eying himself in the mirror again, snapping a pre-gym selfie. He had pointedly not put on any underwear, loving to show off his cock through the mesh fabric.  It was not particularly impressive, but it complemented the rest of Patrick’s fantastically fit form.  He hopped in his Jeep and drove to the store, grabbing a coffee and a protein bar on the way out of his apartment.  He blared loud music while driving, not caring at the other annoyed pedestrians forced to listen to his music as he sped out of the complex.

            Instead of Adam, his usual a nutritionist, there was a new man behind the counter of the store. Introducing himself as Jake, this older man seems to hardly be a good fit for a nutrition store. Unlike Patrick, who had a young fit body, this man to be getting on in years and was not taking fitness as seriously as Patrick felt he should be. Jake’s belly almost spilled over his pants, his moobs pushing out the front of his shirt, and he took ponderous steps to walk over and greet Patrick. The man must have been pushing three hundred pounds, and none of it looked to be muscle. His short and balding frame looked very much out of place in comparison to the personal trainers and ex-bodybuilders normally employed. Patrick cringed at the thought of dealing with this guy instead of the normally cute Adam.

            For his lack of physical appearance, Jake was at the least extremely knowledgeable about the products in the store.  Despite reasoned arguments and comparisons of different pre-workouts, Patrick clearly was not paying Jake any attention at all, and became absorbed in reading comments from his morning pictures instead of listening to the salesman.  Jake rolled his eyes at the self-absorbed jock and ended up suggesting a brand-new supplement to him. He claimed this pre-workout would boost his energy levels dramatically, and would make him grow bigger than he thought possible. Glad to have something pitched that sounded worthwhile, while staying within his price range, Patrick paid the man and left the store.

            After listening to some more loud top 40s music, he pulled into the gym’s parking lot.  Patrick snapped another picture of him in front of the gym, advertising his approaching workout to his hundreds of followers.  He tossed the container of pre-workout into his gym bag and went into the locker room of the LA Fitness. After saying hello to the usual greeter Denise and some of his gym friends, Patrick tossed his bag onto a bench and began to change. He shucked his blue jeans and slipped on a pair of loose-fitting athletic shorts while tossing his hat into the gym bag as well. He then grabbed his worn lifting gloves and slid them on. Grabbing the container of his new pre-workout, he carefully measured out a scoop and mixed it with some water, downing the whole mixture quickly. Instead of the chemically or overly evident fruit flavors that he was used to, this supplements had a pleasant, mild taste. A little bit like grilled vegetables, but not in an unpleasant fashion. Patrick smacked his lips and proceeded to toss on his headphones, felling stoked to go lift. 

            The next two hours were spent in a bit of a haze, as Patrick got into his workout in a way he never had before. It was like he simultaneously had extreme focus, completing each repetition with perfect form, whilst he felt like his mind was up at the clouds. He tracked and measured every set he did in a small notebook, but he did not feel like he was physically there doing anything. He gave a small start when his phone beeped at him, signifying that he needed to get changed to complete the rest of his day. Patrick walked back to the locker room in a bit of a blur, his head reeling from the intensity of the workout that he had just completed. He grabbed his gym bag from the locker, tossing his things in and pulled outs a large plastic bottle. The water bottle was pre-filled with protein powder and creatine, just needing water. Patrick mixed himself the post-workout shake, and slurped it up still standing in the locker room. Still a bit dazed, Patrick skipped his usual post-workout Instagram picture, opting instead to trudge back to his car in silence.

            As he exited the gym, Patrick’s stomach began to rumble a little bit, and he felt a little nauseous. The entire car ride home, Patrick stomach sloshed and churned, causing him no small measure of discomfort. The 15-minute ride home was done in silence this time, and Patrick had also started to develop a bit of a headache in addition to his gastrointestinal distress. He parked his Jeep and walked up the stairs to his third floor single apartments, feeling his stomach sway and with every step. He barely made it through the front door when a spike of mental pain hit him, not unlike a migraine.

            Patrick almost collapsed after walking across the threshold. He dropped his gym bag on a table by the door, and clutched his stomach in discomfort. A wave of nausea wracked his body, and Patrick doubled over. Not only was his gut a roiling source of pain, but it felt like his shirt was beginning to feel far too tight around his midsection. Patrick tried to slide off the thin shirt, but he noticed it seemed to hold surprisingly tight to his body. Unable to focus on much but the growing sensation of pain, Patrick stumbled into the restroom. He splashed water onto his face before taking a serious look at himself in his mirror. He was mortified at what he saw. The person looking back appeared like a caricature of Patrick. Its belly started to cause the shirts to ride up, and its moobs jutted out obscenely where strong the pectorals once stood. His angular face was completely gone, replaced by a chubby dough roll. Not only that, but it seemed that the softness of skin and youth in his face had begun to fade. Lines crisscrossed his once youthful features, and hints of gray peppered his hair. A narrow scar appeared over his eye, and Patrick felt fear as he could not remember getting injured there.  Patrick could not even cry out he was so surprised.

            With a sense of horror, Patrick struggled to try to take off his shirt.  Unfortunately, it was too late. With a massive rip, the shirt split down the middle. It was unable to contain the weight of the man that had attempted to wear it, stretching it well beyond its original size before completely ruining it. Realizing that his pants would soon follow, Patrick hastily removed them as well. He then stood facing the mirror in just his weight lifting gloves. Patrick wanted to run, to curl up into a ball, to disbelieve what he was seeing. It was as though a tube had been shoved up his ass, pumping a steady stream of lard into his body. His gut kept slowly growing, getting wider and wider with each passing second. Patrick cupped his ass, feeling it inflating just as fast.  The movement caused his belly to jiggle, and as it shook it felt like the nausea was dispersing, only to be replaced with a faint hunger for desserts.  Soon his thighs grew so large that they would rub together if he tried to walk at all. Patrick could feel his fingers grow chubby inside his gloves, knowing they seemed resembled fat sausages. He watched in disbelief as his chin quickly added first one companion, and then another.  His once small nipples now looked like pepperonis across his hairy, chubby chest.

            In addition to his ever expanding waistline, Patrick could feel his mind spinning as well. It felt like each minute that was passing made him older, adding memories of work and life that he knew he did not have that morning. It felt like his life been stuck in a loop all while this process occurred, with almost nothing changing. He didn’t advance his career, he didn’t advance his lifts at the gym, and he seemed to have few solid memories despite the obvious years that had passed. He shook his head slowly side to side, silently mouthing “no” as his body continued to grow. The worst part was that Patrick could feel his cock start to get hard at this. Despite all logic, his body seems to be getting incredibly turned on watching itself go completely to seed. Luckily, it did not seem like his waistline was the only thing growing. Patrick watched his cock start to twitch and grow as well, slowly growing wider and wider. It thickened to twice its original width, and then begin expanding forward. It looked like it had almost tripled in size, now an almost foot long pillar of flesh getting out from his massive body. Almost immediately it begin to drip precum, soaking his balls in no time at all. Those too began to grow, expanding from grapes to walnuts to goose eggs in Patrick’s sack.  He balls pulled his nutsack lower and lower, and soon Patrick had a big pair of low hanging bull balls to compliment his new and improved dick.

            Soon Patrick observed his fat pad growing enough to completely cover his colossal cock.  With an earthshattering grunt, he felt it empty itself underneath the warm fatty overhang. It seemed like his release was the thing the transformation needed to stop though. As the orgasm cascaded through Patrick’s body, he felt like a puzzle that had all its pieces begin to fall into place.  Slowly raising one hand to his cheek in fear, Patrick pinched himself several times to make sure he was not dreaming. He came to the horrifying conclusion that it was indeed real, and he was now a man of forty four. Not only that, but he felt like he had to weigh easily twice as much as before. He knew that if he did not have a good foundation of muscle from his workouts that there would have been no way he could have supported his now massive body. Even just standing there supporting himself freely begin to tire Patrick. He waddled back to his bedroom, but sitting on the bed it caused it to grown under his massively increased weight. He had no idea what to do, and picked up his phone out of habit rather than conscious desire.

            When he did, he noticed his Instagram account was still open. It seems like updating photos was one thing that had continued while his body aged. Most of his old followers were gone, replaced by a bunch of cubs and bears who encouraged Patrick to get bigger and bigger. The sight of so many admirers caused Patrick’s dick to begin to chub up again as he flicked through the messages and likes. He could not believe he had almost ten times as many followers as before, with thousands of bears and cubs and otters complimenting Patrick on his massive, sexy bear body. He noticed that some of them even happened to live nearby, and it seemed that he had quite a few fuck buddies now, both due to his bigger gut and bigger dick. One little fireplug of a cub had sent him a message, a picture of him on his hands and knees in just a jockstrap begging Patrick to come over and breed his hole.

            Almost automatically Patrick stood up and tried to get dressed. It seems there were a few new articles of clothing in his closet, a big pair of sweatpants and a massive hoodie that would fit. Patrick judged that these would do for the time being, at least making him decent enough to go over and have a hot fuck. Maybe later he could buy some clothes and get something to eat to sustain his body. It seemed that he had already made plans to get sucked off that evening while a muscle daddy came over and fed him full to bursting. Patrick old jock persona quickly started to fade as his new life over wrote his old one. As he grabbed a bag of cookies from his pantry on his way out the door, he noticed a strange bag on his table. Curiously, the only thing inside of it that seems to be his was a plastic container of powder. Patrick notice the label was peeled slightly, and pulled it off completely. He smiled, realizing it must be one of his many tubs of gaining mix he went through each month. He put it in the pantry next to all of his other weight gain supplements, knowing his friend Jake would make sure his body got all the size he could handle. Humming a faint tune to himself, Patrick exited his apartment, already rock hard, eagerly awaiting some cub ass.

Recovery doesn’t always mean “doesn’t have a mental illness anymore” - it can also mean:

Learning to cope with your symptoms in a healthy and constructive way.

Getting the accommodations and support that allows you to live with the impairments of your mental illness.

Learning to live a happy, fulfilling life despite your symptoms.

Knowing your limits and triggers and adjusting your life accordingly.

Learning to take care of your physical, mental and emotional health.

Learning to live with symptoms without having them control your life.

Finding and sticking to treatments that work for you.

Accepting and learning that even though you may not be able to live a “normal” life, you can still have a good life.