misandry4lyfe

my name is cain and im facing homelessness

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

YOOOOOOO

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.

fuck no. there’s always this demand made of black people to have compassion and sympathy for their oppressors like we owe them that or something. and then if we don’t, we’re made out to be the bad guys and even badder than the oppressing white people themselves. fuckouttahere. that’s like asking a jewish person to have sympathy because a bunch of nazis and their kids died. dafuq?! and to some the comparison of racists to nazis just seem outlandish and crazy. that’s because white people never actually learned and accepted the evil depths of their racial hatred of black people. you guys think shit like this happened by accident. slavery, segregation, rape, illegal experiments, poisoning, jim crow, drug infestation, killing our kids for amusement and worse. i mean fuck, they even dropped bombs on our neighborhoods just for the fucking hell of it.

let the sisters get some too. i’m glad they survived too.

Me after finding this out:

Look, it’s Black Tumblr being literal human garbage again!

Smh

dis bitch

There are many different kinds of cages; I sense that you carry one with you wherever you go.

Can you not call groups like the American Nazi Party, the White Aryan Resistance, and the Aryan Nations “neo-Nazis,” it’s offensive and over exaggerating what they are when you call them that.

Story time: When I was like 14 and a Baby Queer™ just starting to figure out that I proooobably wasn’t straight, dealing with a couple of really scary mental health issues, I also met Jen. Jen was in just one of my classes, a senior, and honestly?? when we became friends she saved my life repeatedly. I literally do not think I could have survived my freshman year without her. She was this large, scary looking, openly out butch lesbian who took me under her wing, kept me safe and helped me learn how to love myself. She would literally sit there with me during episodes, stroke my hair offer to get me water, and when it was over she never condemned me for this. She gave me the confidence boost I needed to ask out my first girlfriend. Jen defended me against my bullies without hesitation. She told me that it didn’t matter if my parents didn’t accept who I was and she helped me overcome my fear of my abuser. I used to unironically call her mom.