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Jonathan Joss was an Indigenous, gay man who was murdered on the first day of Pride month as well as Indigenous History Month. He died protecting his trans husband. Homophobia and racism aren’t marks of the past, and this is a heart breaking reminder of that.

in aotearoa, june isn’t our pride, it’s theirs. marsha p johnson and sylvia rivera are their historical figures, not ours. the phrase that “you owe your rights to Black trans women” is true there, but here we owe our rights to (mostly) Māori historical figures. i have the freedoms i do because of the legacy of an entirely different set of people operating in an entirely different context at entirely different times.

But because of american cultural imperialism, most queer people in Aotearoa don’t even know our own queer history. Carmen Rupe, Ngahuia Te Awekotuku, the Dorian Society, Gillian Laundon, Georgina Beyer, and the Wolfenden Association are some of our queer history. We should know their names! we should know what they did for us! but because of the power of the american imperial machine, we don’t.

our national pride month should be july, the month that the Homosexual Law Reform Act passed in 1986. our two largest cities hold their pride festivals in february and march, respectively. american queer history has very little (or nothing, depending on who you ask) to do with our queer history. anecdotally, from my own queries, queer youth in aotearoa know more about american queer history than our own.

🛑A plea from GAZA! 🛑

The DONATIONS we receive have STOPPED and are almost non-existent!! 🙌🏻

I am tired. I am exhausted from pleading for help, from shouting into a void that doesn't answer. For months, I’ve shared our pain, hoping someone would care, but the silence is deafening. My family and I are losing the strength to keep going. Our basic rights food, medicine, and safety have become luxuries we can no longer reach."

What more must we endure to be seen? We are human beings, not just numbers or images on your screens. If you have any humanity left, don't let our story end like this. We need you more than ever.

My family and I are facing the impossible. Without your support, we cannot afford even the simplest basics of life food, medicine, and safety. Please, don't look away. Be the light in our darkest hour. 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Your donation isn't just a gift; it is the heartbeat of our survival. Please, don't let our story end in silence give us the chance to live another day 💕

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I am Amer, a Palestinian man from Gaza. I live with my wife and four children in indescribable conditions. Despite all this suffering, hope remains in our hearts.

My wife, my children, and I live in a single small tent. We lack the most basic necessities, and our daily lives are full of challenges: power outages, water shortages, and difficulty in securing food and medicine.

The situation in Gaza is tragic, and we face relentless conflict every single day. But I believe that strength lies in unity, and that support, however small, can transform our family's life. I launched this campaign as a plea for hope and an appeal for help to overcome this hardship. All we ask is for the opportunity to live with dignity for my children and my family.

If you hear our story, please share it and offer your support, whether through prayer, a kind word, or any other means. Together, we can make Gaza a better place.

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Hello, my friends,

Thank you so much for all your support.

I have some good news I wanted to share with you.

I have made progress in my project and managed to create some wonderful pieces. However, I faced major setbacks because I needed to buy raw materials, and I didn’t have enough money. My campaign is moving very slowly.

At the same time, I am trying to support my family and become independent by starting my own project.

These are some of the results of my achievements this month, created amidst the tents and rubble. I will try to keep you updated always, but please help me as much as you can and talk about my work.

Here is a glimpse of some of the hardships I face, with rain and water leaking into the tent where my family and I live. But I always hold on to hope for life 🤍.

I am Wedad, 15 years old, and this is my life in Gaza.🇵🇸🇵🇸

We have nothing left.

Our home was destroyed.

We sleep under the open sky, exposed to cold, fear, and hunger.

No walls. No roof. No tent.

My father was injured in the war and cannot work.

My mother is very sick — her iron is dangerously low, and we cannot afford her medicine.

Her illness is confirmed by a hospital report, which you can see

Every night, I watch her struggle and pray she survives.

I have four sisters and my little brother Shukri.

Look at this video 😢… My siblings and I are searching through the rubble of our destroyed home for any clothes we can wear. Everything is torn, everything is broken… we are just trying to find something to cover ourselves in these hard days."

He is scared, weak, and I am the only one trying to protect him.

And my little sister Mira, only two years old, cries for milk… and I have nothing to give her.

My little sister Mira is suffering from severe malnutrition and is currently in the hospital. She is weak and unable to rest properly, and we are deeply worried about her."

I was forced to leave school. My dreams are gone.

All I can do is fight every day to keep my family alive.

We are just children… carrying a life no child should ever bear.

Please… help us survive.

Even a small donation can give: • Medicine for my mother

• Milk for Mira

• Care and support for Shukri

• A simple shelter to protect all of us

."Medicines for my mom."

Please be the reason our family can survive today and live to see another day." ✅

If you cannot donate, please share our story.

Your share might reach someone who can save us.

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My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.

I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.

When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹

To donate or support us, here is the link 👇🙏

🛑A plea from GAZA! 🛑

The DONATIONS we receive have STOPPED and are almost non-existent!! 🙌🏻

I am tired. I am exhausted from pleading for help, from shouting into a void that doesn't answer. For months, I’ve shared our pain, hoping someone would care, but the silence is deafening. My family and I are losing the strength to keep going. Our basic rights food, medicine, and safety have become luxuries we can no longer reach."

What more must we endure to be seen? We are human beings, not just numbers or images on your screens. If you have any humanity left, don't let our story end like this. We need you more than ever.

My family and I are facing the impossible. Without your support, we cannot afford even the simplest basics of life food, medicine, and safety. Please, don't look away. Be the light in our darkest hour. 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Your donation isn't just a gift; it is the heartbeat of our survival. Please, don't let our story end in silence give us the chance to live another day 💕

Donation link 🖇️ :

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Please help my daughter's sweetheart alleviate her suffering.

Because of the tent life and the spread of infectious diseases and many epidemics, she deserves a better life like other children; she has the right to play and study.

We cannot afford to buy medicine due to our difficult living conditions. Please save my daughter; every donation makes a difference in Habiba's life.

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Hello, I'm Lama... My husband, Mohammed, is 30 years old. I want to ask for your help for my husband. Please support him and share his story so that it reaches everyone.🙏

My husband, Mohammed, has suffered from numerous health problems for 12 years, and the situation has worsened during the war due to shortages of medicine and healthy food. He urgently needs surgery and medication.😔

The costs of treatment and medication are very high; please, every donation from you will contribute to his recovery.

Please help my husband, donate to him, and share his story so he can recover and get the medicine.

Every donation, no matter how small—10, 25, 50, 100$...—will contribute to improving his health.

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Hello my friends, I truly thank you for your great support.

But I urgently need your help.

My wife is pregnant and needs many vitamins.

I have also become in debt to many people because of the difficult economic situation.

I started a small project so I could rely on myself, but it will fail if you don’t help me. There are not enough food supplies available.

I take care of my elderly mother and father.

Please try to help me.

No matter how small your donation is, it will help me provide a decent life for my family.

I am Inas, a mother of two young children: Muhammad, 7 years old, and Hala, 5 years old. They should have been living their childhood like all children—safe and warm in the embrace of their father. But the war has stolen that dream from us😭😭😭

Six months ago, my husband Anas, a kind-hearted man who endured a life of poverty, was killed by a random shell while on his way to work as a taxi driver. Since that tragic day, I’ve been left to carry the unbearable weight of life alone.

I held a diploma in international secretarial studies and was about to start a job to help support my family. But the war shattered not only our home but also my hopes and dreams. We’ve been displaced six times and now live in a tent that offers no shelter from the bitter cold or the ever-looming fear.

My young children face relentless hunger that weakens their fragile bodies and a cold that knows no mercy for their small hearts. Each day, their cries for warmth and food grow louder, and each day, I feel more helpless to provide them with even the basics of life💔😭😭

I appeal to your humanity, to your compassion. We need your help to survive, to find a safe shelter, and to feed my children. Your generosity could be the reason Muhammad and Hala continue to live and find hope amidst this darkness🥹

Please, help me keep the light of these innocent children from being extinguished by this cruel world

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