I'm getting more followers and don't have time to go through all of them, but I did get followed by a pro-Ukraine liberal just now, for some reason. So please, if you're new here, understand that I stand firmly with the people of Donbass, and I think genocide is bad. I'm not going to engage with people who try to argue otherwise, no matter how politely you try to present your argument. You are arguing on the side of a fascist state which is committing genocide.
If you're not a Ukrainian nationalist, then hi, welcome to my blog!
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imagine taking up arms at fourteen year old after youre own country undemocratic government send military and nazi paramilitary into youre home region to massacre you and youre people and spend eight year defend it with realisticaly nominal resources from the outside in peoples militias while whole ass nato backed country does everything it can to exterminate the local population only for it to be called “inter imperialist conflict” by some yankee marxist
happy disability pride month to those who rely on support from people who don't want to deal with them. to those who have to beg their loved ones for support. to those who have had others get tired of them and suddenly drop all support. to those who are barely hanging on because they need support from others and no one is willing to help them.
i hope we all get the help we need. i hope we'll all be okay. i love you.
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the positioning of transfem hypervisibility and transmasc invisibility as two opposing forces is so insidious and dangerous because it reinforces the status quo where trans men's voices are already valued over trans women's
trans women can never speak because we're already apparently soaking up all the attention... nevermind that the "attention" is fearmongering government propaganda
trans women can take up no space, because any amount of attention is further proof that we hog the spotlight from trans men. our visibility is thought of as coming at the cost of that of trans men. so if a trans man speaks over us or silences us, he's just seen as balancing the scales. but our visibility and theirs are not actually opposing forces. a decrease in visibility for trans women is not an increase for trans men. it's just a decrease
It also assumes that we're actually getting space. It's like, we have wanted signs up so we don't get to have any other flyers up.
No one sees our opinions, or takes, or love, or joy. They see ONLY that we're a big boogey man. Arguably, we're not hyper visible, we're hyper targeted. Every thing I've ever seen as Transmasc Invisibility, mostly applies to Trans Women too
My old coworkers from a shitty food service job I quit 3 years ago found out that I was in a car accident (one of them knows my mom so that's probably how), and they mailed me a get well soon card 🥹🥹🥹 I haven't seen these people in years but they all signed it and wrote little messages 😭 depression cancelled the world is full of kindness
My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.
I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.
My name is Maram, a Palestinian woman from Gaza. I am 26 years old and a mother of three children: Malik (8 years old), Ibrahim (6 years old
So, please, donate to my campaign, even if it's a small amount—it will have a big impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.
I am Jaafar from Gaza. I am currently in northern Gaza, and we have not yet been displaced to the south. Things are very difficult here — the cost of moving to the south is $1,000, and a single tent also costs $1,000, if we can even find a place in southern Gaza. The south is overcrowded, and renting a plot of land costs $1,000 per month, or even more depending on the area. 🙂😢
I started a donation campaign in the middle of the war and received good support, but due to personal circumstances, I recently created a new link, and unfortunately, I have only received a small amount of donations so far. 😓💔 I appeal to you to help me with my new campaign and donate whatever you can 🥺😭. Every amount you give will save the lives of my family and me and may help us cover the cost of moving to southern Gaza! 😓 Thank you, and I pray that God blesses you and provides for you 🧡🫂
Here is the donation link ⬇️**
Hello, my name is Elizabeth Barnes and I am a US citizen organizing this campaign on behalf of my friend Jaafar, who is raising funds to sup
A mother's plea: Help us survive and protect my child who was born in war.
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 👇🙏
Help Sahar and Mohammed Build a Safe Home for Their Baby
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From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏
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A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story
My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.
My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.
Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.
We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.
Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.
I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.
Donation link
I am Fatima, a mother of two, displaced from Gaza, now seeking refuge in Al-Ma… Thistle Path needs your support for Help Fatima's family in
Become uncompromising on your principles. Whatever else you think u have you will not take with you into the next life nor does it matter all that much in this one. Dig your heels in and die on every hill 4 ever bc literally what else is there
Yet another friend has decided I'm being hysterical for cutting out Racist Bitch Who Openly Supports Genocide. Finding out all your friends are racist is fucking crazy. I have literally like 3 irl friends left.
tumblr users as a whole believe russians are subhumans, except for “queer russians” [rhetorical concept], who are just a cut above the rest (unless we don’t think our country should be nuclear bombed for having anti trans & anti gay laws, at which point we become “traitors” to the non existent queer community & deserving of extermination)
yk my parents used to dislike homosexuality because the bible & quran told them to, not the best situation, but workable. & now they hate homosexuality because all they constantly see is western political leaders & human rights activists shouting about how much of a degenerate & barbarian country russia is for having anti gay laws, that, on a global scale, aren’t even that unusual. that’s not to mention the fact that so many local lgbt organisations in russia were imported from the west & played a part in russian nationalist anti government activities. they saw rainbow flags being waved at navalny rallies, which more effectively turned them anti gay then any religious sermon could. so you know before i had to try and dislodge some religious prejudice from two ex soviets (not the hardest job!) & now if i ever come out as a lesbian to them they will probably assume im a traitor to our people & our country, because the people who supposedly “advocate” for me also usually believe my parents are undeserving of life for the crime of being born russian. i can’t even blame them
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Today is a grave and solemn day, two hundred fifty years, two hundred and fifty years of an entity so insidious, it should invoke horror and revulsion at the utterance of it's very name. An entity fueled by an insatiable thirst for lives and resources, an entity with countless millions of victims, both told and untold, an entity predicated on both genocide and slavery. An entity whose red stripes mirror the endless rivers of blood it has spilled, the fifty stars reflect the number of governments it has overthrown, while the blue is like an ocean equal to the depths of it's depravity. An entity matched in evil perhaps only by the British Empire and the Catholic Church. An entity that has continued to ceaslessly perpatrate atrocities in every corner of the world. This entity is a pathological liar that spews deceptions and falsehoods so obvious that only the truly blind will believe or worse willingly partake in it's crimes. The Unites States of America is the entity in question. True liberation, peace and justice for the Earth will only be established and prevail once this diabolical, monsterous entity is vanquished once and for all.
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