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UNLEASH THE ANTIFA MEMES!
This month is Antifa Internationalâs fifth anniversary, so weâre unlocking the meme vault and posting like three a day every day all month. Â Enjoy!

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I fundamentally donât understand how people can tell me Iâm wrong about my own experiences as an asexual person.
I was raped by my girlfriend when I was 20, because she felt entitled to have sex with her girlfriend. I wasnât ready, and she blackmailed me. I blamed myself because at the time I felt guilty and agreed with her: she should be able to expect to have sex with her girlfriend.Â
At 21, I dated a woman who forced me into an open relationship because I wasnât having enough sex with her. She made me feel guilty and awful, literally told me, âYouâre not meeting my needs,â and eventually dumped me for a friend whoâd fuck her more. After that relationship ended, I felt broken and hopeless.
In a following relationship (with a man), every time I saw him which was 2-3 times a week, I would force myself to have sex with him. I hated it and wasnât attracted to him at all, even if he was a lovely person. I had to spend the whole car trip driving to his house preparing myself for what I knew would happen. A couple of times I threw up afterwards (I turned on the shower so he couldnât hear me do it). The reason I did this, and Iâm actually quoting from my LJ here, was because, âhe shouldnât suffer because thereâs something wrong with me. Itâs not his fault Iâm frigid.â He never found out how much I hated it.
Cosmopolitan magazine, menâs magazines, all the magazines generally agreed sex should be negotiated⌠but the expectation was that if your libidos are different you should âmeet in the middleâ, which means you need to agree to have sex you donât feel like because your partner is entitled to expect that.  The advice today is STILL âDUMP HER!!!â if sheâs not fucking you enough. Like, itâs my responsibility to have sex I donât want at times I really, really, donât want it because my partner is entitled to my body if we are in love with each other. Sex was inextricably combined with love. I felt like I just had to force myself, and that was that.Â
I canât explain to you what itâs like to have sex you donât want to have hundreds of times. Like, I canât explain it. It changes your relationship with your body and yourself and I will literally never recover. I still have nightmares about it, even though Iâve been in a relationship with another asexual person for approaching 9 years.
Everyone was talking about how great sex was, all the music, all the pop culture, all my friends, and here I was, trying to figure out how to avoid it and terrified my partners would find out my secret: 99% of the time, I hated it. I felt broken, wrong and different. It was the most isolating experience Iâve ever had. I thought I only had two choices: submit to sex that made me disassociate and gave me nightmaresâŚ. or be alone forever.Â
It was only when I found out about asexuality in the 00s on the AVEN forums (I used a different nickname than âasyncaâ on there, because I was SO SCARED anyone who knew me might find out, even though I was a very loud and proud lesbian at the time) that I suddenly discovered what was âwrongâ with me.Â
I was actually scared to even use âasexualâ for myself until very recently. I thought I would lose readers/followers if they found out that the smut I was writing was written by an asexual person (look, I canât explain that fear either, but it was real. Ace folks suffer loads of rejection and theyâre always blamed for it).Â
Honestly I donât understand how you can read about my experiences - experiences MANY ace folks have - and not understand asexuality is an oppressed sexuality.Â
âŞYay, itâs Pride Month today! Hereâs a little story from my coming out. Hereâs to being proud and a little more seen. đłď¸âđ https://www.everythingisgoingtobeokcomic.com/the-odd-girl-out/âŹ
Yâall ever really notice the difference in how Steve and Tony meet Bruce?
Steve: âI hear you can find the cubeâ (I canât remember the actual line and Iâm not bothering to look it up)
Bruce: âIs that all you heard?â
Steve: âThatâs all I care about.â
Later..
Tony: âIâm a big fan of all her genius stuff youâve done and how you turn into a rage monsterâ
To put it in another way Steve acknowledges Bruceâs skill and importantance to the mission without unnecessarily bringing up a part of Bruceâs life that is so traumatic he once tried to kill himselfâŚ
cishets love the new âqueer not lgbt !!!!â shit cause now they a) get to use that Special Naughty Slur with no consequences, b) get to use a vague nonspecific term for all of us so they dont have to specifically acknowledge our individual experience and identity, and c) get to pretend that they dont have privilege cause theyre kinky or whatever and thats queer right :)
No one is entitled to know everything about someones gender identity, romantic or sexual identity if the person in question doesn't want to disclose.Â
The identity gay doesnât resonant with everyone and itâs used as slur by homophobes all the time, does that mean we should start banning people from saying that as well? Or maybe start tagging anything with gay in it g-slur?
Denouncing people from using terminology theyâre comfortable with because cishets may use it is ridiculous! Â

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âI have done several abortions on women who have regularly picketed my clinics, including a 16 year old schoolgirl who came back to picket the day after her abortion, about three years ago. During her whole stay at the clinic, we felt that she was not quite right, but there were no real warning bells. She insisted that the abortion was her idea and assured us that all was OK. She went through the procedure very smoothly and was discharged with no problems. A quite routine operation. Next morning she was with her mother and several school mates in front of the clinic with the usual anti posters and chants. It appears that she got the abortion she needed and still displayed the appropriate anti views expected of her by her parents, teachers, and peers.â (Physician, Australia)
âIâve had several cases over the years in which the anti-abortion patient had rationalized in one way or another that her case was the only exception, but the one that really made an impression was the college senior who was the president of her campus Right-to-Life organization, meaning that she had worked very hard in that organization for several years. As I was completing her procedure, I asked what she planned to do about her high office in the RTL organization. Her response was a wide-eyed, âYouâre not going to tell them, are you!?â When assured that I was not, she breathed a sigh of relief, explaining how important that position was to her and how she wouldnât want this to interfere with it.â (Physician, Texas)
âIn 1990, in the Boston area, Operation Rescue and other groups were regularly blockading the clinics, and many of us went every Saturday morning for months to help women and staff get in. As a result, we knew many of the âantisâ by face. One morning, a woman who had been a regular âsidewalk counselorâ went into the clinic with a young woman who looked like she was 16-17, and obviously her daughter. When the mother came out about an hour later, I had to go up and ask her if her daughterâs situation had caused her to change her mind. âI donât expect you to understand my daughterâs situation!â she angrily replied. The following Saturday, she was back, pleading with women entering the clinic not to âmurder their babies.ââ (Clinic escort, Massachusetts)
âWe too have seen our share of anti-choice women, ones the counselors usually grit their teeth over. Just last week a woman announced loudly enough for all to hear in the recovery room, that she thought abortion should be illegal. Amazingly, this was her second abortion within the last few months, having gotten pregnant again within a month of the first abortion. The nurse handled it by talking about all the carnage that went on before abortion was legalized and how fortunate she was to be receiving safe, professional care. However, this young woman continued to insist it was wrong and should be made illegal. Finally the nurse said, âWell, I guess we wonât be seeing you here again, not that youâre not welcome.â Later on, another patient who had overheard this exchange thanked the nurse for her remarks.â (Clinic Administrator, Alberta)
âWe saw a woman recently who after four attempts and many hours of counseling both at the hospital and our clinic, finally, calmly and uneventfully, had her abortion. Four months later, she called me on Christmas Eve to tell me that she was not and never was pro-choice and that we failed to recognize that she was clinically depressed at the time of her abortion. The purpose of her call was to chastise me for not sending her off to the psych unit instead of the procedure room.â (Clinic Administrator, Alberta)
âRecently, we had a patient who had given a history of being a âpro-lifeâ activist, but who had decided to have an abortion. She was pleasant to me and our initial discussion was mutually respectful. Later, she told someone on my staff that she thought abortion is murder, that she is a murderer, and that she is murdering her baby. So before doing her procedure, I asked her if she thought abortion is murder â the answer was yes. I asked her if she thought I am a murderer, and if she thought I would be murdering her baby, and she said yes. But murder is a crime, and murderers are executed. Is this a crime? Well, it should be, she said. At that point, she became angry and hostile, and the summary of the conversation was that she regarded me as an abortion-dispensing machine, and how dare I ask her what she thinks. After explaining to her that I do not perform abortions for people who think I am a murderer or people who are angry at me, I declined to provide her with medical care. I do not know whether she found someone else to do her abortion.â (Physician, Colorado)
âIn 1973, after Roe v. Wade, abortion became legal but had to be performed in a hospital. That of course was changed later. For the first âlegal abortion dayâ I had scheduled five procedures. While scrubbing between cases, I was accosted by the Chief of the OB/Gyn service. He asked me, âHow many children are you going to kill today?â My response, out of anger, was a familiar vulgar retort. About three months later, this born-again Christian called me to explain that he was against abortion but his daughter was only a junior in high school and was too young to have a baby and he was also afraid that if she did have a baby she would not want to put it up for adoption. I told him he did not need to explain the situation to me. âAll I need to knowâ, I said, âis that SHE wants an abortion.â Two years later I performed a second abortion on her during her college break. She thanked me and pleaded, âPlease donât tell my dad, he is still anti-abortion.ââ (Physician, Washington State)
âThe sister of a Dutch bishop in Limburg once visited the abortion clinic in Beek where I used to work in the seventies. After entering the full waiting room she said to me, âMy dear Lord, what are all those young girls doing here?â âSame as youâ, I replied. âDirty little dames,â she said.â (Physician, The Netherlands)
âI had a patient about ten years ago who traveled up to New York City from South Carolina for an abortion. I asked her why she went such a long way to get the procedure. Her answer was that she was a member of a church group that didnât believe in abortion and she didnât want anyone to know she was having one. She planned to return to the group when she went back to South Carolina.â (Physician, New York)
âI once had a German client who greatly thanked me at the door, leaving after a difficult 22-week abortion. With a gleaming smile, she added: âUnd doch sind Sie ein MĂśrderer.â (âAnd youâre still a murderer.â)â (Physician, The Netherlands)
âMy first encounter with this phenomenon came when I was doing a 2-week follow-up at a family planning clinic. The womanâs anti-choice values spoke indirectly through her expression and body language. She told me that she had been offended by the other women in the abortion clinic waiting room because they were using abortion as a form of birth control, but her condom had broken so she had no choice! I had real difficulty not pointing out that she did have a choice, and she had made it! Just like the other women in the waiting room.â (Physician, Ontario)
âA 21 year old woman and her mother drove three hours to come to their appointment for an abortion. They were surprised to find the clinic a 'niceâ place with friendly, personable staff. While going over contraceptive options, they shared that they were Pro-Life and disagreed with abortion, but that the patient could not afford to raise a child right now. Also, she wouldnât need contraception since she wasnât going to have sex until she got married, because of her religious beliefs. Rather than argue with them, I saw this as an opportunity for dialogue, and in the end, my hope was that I had planted a 'healing seedâ to help resolve the conflict between their beliefs and their realities.â (Physician, Washington State)
âI had a 37 year old woman just yesterday who was 13 weeks. She said she and her husband had been discussing this pregnancy for 2-3 months. She was strongly opposed to abortion, 'but my husband is forcing me to do it.â Naturally, I told her that no one could force her into an abortion, and that she had to choose whether the pregnancy or her husband were more important. I told her I only wanted what was best for her, and I would not do the abortion unless she agreed that it was in her best interest. Once she was faced with actually having to voice her own choice, she said 'Well, I made the appointment and I came here, so go ahead and do it. Itâs whatâs best.â At last I think she came to grips with the fact that it really was her decision after all.â (Physician, Nevada)
âWe have anti-choice women in for abortions all the time. Many of them are just naive and ignorant until they find themselves with an unwanted pregnancy. Many of them are not malicious. They just havenât given it the proper amount of thought until it completely affects them. They can be judgmental about their friends, family, and other women. Then suddenly they become pregnant. Suddenly they see the truth. That it should only be their own choice. Unfortunately, many also think that somehow they are different than everyone else and they deserve to have an abortion, while no one else does.â (Physician, Washington State)
Bucky: So, what are you doing?
Steve: Iâm breaking up with you
Steve: Is what Iâm doing
Bucky: Nah.
Steve: You canât NAH ME
Steve: How does it feel to not have a boyfriend anymore?
Bucky: I wouldnât know
Steve: LET ME BREAK UP WITH YOU
Bucky: Nah.
I know this is supposed to be funny and fictional etc, but can we recognize that this would be borderline abusive? Refusing to listen to someone and especially about something so important is a big nope.Â
actual footage of me trying to figure out how the exact same people who made Captain America: The Winter Soldier also made Avengers: Endgame
I think itâs a little similar to how Steven Moffat wrote some of the best episodes of modern Doctor Who, but it all went shit when he became in charge! Theyâre capable of singular brilliance but canât figure out how run the show. Donât know if itâs theyâre letting their own egos get in the way or just canât see the bigger picture, but they shouldnât be in charge.
Hello, people of the world! If you havenât heard, on May 8th, Uber drivers in several cities are planning a 24-hour strike to protest pay so please do not use Uberâs services that day! Donât cross a picket line!
Lyft drivers are participating as well!!
They are indeed! Thank you for the update!

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Circus Tree: Six individual sycamore trees were shaped, bent, and braided to form this.
Actually pretty easy. Trees donât reject tissue from other trees in the same family. You bend the tree to another tree when it is a sapling, scrape off the bark on both trees where they touch, add some damp sphagnum moss around them to keep everything slightly moist and bind them together. Then wait a few years- The trees will have grown together. You can use a similar technique to graft a lemon branch or a lime branch or even both- onto an orange tree and have one tree that has all three fruits. Frankentrees.
As a biologist I can clearly state that plants are fucking weird and you should probably be slightly afraid of them.
On that note! At the university (UBC) located in town, the Agriculture students were told by their teacher that a tree flipped upside down would die. So they took an excavator and flipped the tree upside down. And itâs still growing. But the branches are now the roots, and the roots are now these super gnarly looking branches. Be afraid.
But Vi, how can you mention that and NOT post a picture? D:
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I am both amazed and horrified of nature as we all should be
I love how trees are like âfuck it, Iâll dealâ at literally everything. Forest fire? Cool, my seedsâll finally grow. Upside down? Branches, suck, roots, leave. Whatâs this new branch? Eh, welcome to the tree buddy.
I need to be more like tree
I continue to fear and respect out arboreal overlords.
what kind of professor did these students have that they needed to prove him wrong so badly that they literally dug up a tree, flipped it and put it back in the ground?
Sounds like yâallâve never heard about the Tree of 40 Fruits. Well, itâs exactly as it sounds. Sam Van Aken, an artist based in New York, decided to try his hand at grafting (e.g. the process by which you attach the branches of a different tree to a host tree).
As artists are inclined to do he decided to push some limits and over the course of a few years he grafted over 40 different fruit onto the host â including almond, apricot, cherry, nectarine, peach and plum varieties.â
It has a fruiting period lasting from July to October and this is what it looks like when blossoming.
Shitâs tight yo.
Also we have a group called the Guerrilla Grafters. A group who started in San Fransisco with the goal of grafting fruiting branches onto non-fruiting trees of the same type.
Most cities have fruit trees that simply donât produce fruit because having all these would be a mess and inadvertently providing unregulated food to people comes with a lot of legal risks I suppose. These grafters seem to think otherwise and have taken it upon themselves to try and bring fruit trees back to urban areas.
HOLY SHIT
THE LAST ONE
Solarpunk as fuck!!
Reblogging for âI continue to fear and respect out arboreal overlords.â
Improvise, adapt, overcome
Trees are awesome, but the upside-down tree story isnât true. According to The Ubyssey, the UBCâs student newspaper since 1918, published April 8, 2013 page 8 â... This tree is often refered to as the âupside-down treeâ by students, as its branches resemble roots. The reason for this unusual shape comes from its cultivating method: rather than sprouting from a seed, this tree grows from a Camperdown elm cutting thatâs grafted onto the trunk of a Wych elm,âÂ
All of which is super cool!Â
This is the greatest thing
$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think
Reblog for unexpected $$$ dropping into your Bank account.
It doesnât hurt, right? Sorry mutuals.
alt timeline peggy: steve honey why are you going to the arcticÂ
steve: just wanna visit the good ole gravesite againÂ
peggy: gravesite?Â
steve: ha ha what WOULD have been a gravesite if i hadnât survived
peggy: steve sweetie why are you bringing a gun and a shovel
steve:âŚâŚ.research
steve, after taking care of Business, grabbing the shield: Iâll be taking that
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ONE OF OUR INSTRUCTORS ACCIDENTALLY GOT PAID $787,000 THIS MONTH IM WHEEZING, OMFG PAYROLL
A PAYROLL EMPLOYEE ENTERED 123 INSTEAD OF 1 SO HE GOT PAID 123 TIMES WHAT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO
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by Rabbi Yisroel Goldstein
Today should have been my funeral.
I was preparing to give my sermon Shabbat morning, Saturday, which was also the last day of Passover, the festival of our freedom, when I heard a loud bang in the lobby of my synagogue.
I thought a table had fallen down or maybe even that, God forbid, my dear friend Lori Gilbert Kaye had tripped and fallen. Only a few moments earlier I had greeted Lori there; she had come to services to say Yizkor, the mourning prayer, for her late mother.
I went to the lobby to check on her. What I saw in those seconds will haunt me for the rest of my days.
I saw Lori bleeding on the ground. And I saw the terrorist who murdered her.
This terrorist was a teenager. He was standing there with a big rifle in his hands. And he was now aiming it at me. For one reason: I am a Jew.
He started shooting. My right index finger got blown off. Another bullet hit my left index finger, which started gushing blood.
After the massacre in Pittsburgh, we had a community training. Now that training kicked in. Somehow my brain directed my body to the synagogue ballroom, where the children, including two of my grandchildren, were playing. I ran toward them screaming âGet out! Get out!â I grabbed as many as I could with my bloody hands and pushed them out of the building.
One of our congregants that day, Almog Peretz, a veteran of the Israeli Defense Forces, ran after me to help get the children to safety and took a bullet in the leg. His eight-year-old niece, Noya Dahan, took some shrapnel to hers. Then an amazing miracle occurred: The terroristâs gun jammed. Two other heroic congregants â an Army veteran named Oscar Stewart and an off-duty border patrol agent named Jonathan Morales â rushed toward him and he fled.
The ambulances had not yet arrived. We all gathered outside. I donât remember all that I said to my community, but I do remember quoting a passage from the Passover Seder liturgy: âIn every generation they rise against us to destroy us; and the Holy One, blessed be He, saves us from their hand.â And I remember shouting the words âAm Yisrael Chai! The people of Israel live!â I have said that line hundreds of times in my life. But I have never felt the truth of it more than I did then.
I am a religious man. I believe everything happens for a reason. I do not know why God spared my life. I do not know why I had to witness scenes of a pogrom in San Diego County like the ones my grandparents experienced in Poland. I donât know why a part of my body was taken away from me. I donât know why I had to see my good friend, a woman who embodied the Jewish value of hesed (kindness), hunted in her house of worship. I donât know why I had to watch Loriâs beloved husband, a doctor, faint as he tried to resuscitate her. And then their only daughter, Hannah, sob in agony as she encountered both her parents collapsed on the floor.
I do not know Godâs plan. All I can do is try to find meaning in what has happened. And to use this borrowed time to make my life matter more.
I used to sing a song to my children, a song that my father sang to me when I was a child. âHashem is here,â I would sing, using a Hebrew name for God, pointing with my right index finger to the sky. âHashem is there,â I would sing, pointing to my right and left. âHashem is truly everywhere.â That finger I would use to point out Godâs omnipresence was taken from me.
I pray that my missing finger serves as a constant reminder to me. A reminder that every single human being is created in the image of God; a reminder that I am part of a people that has survived the worst destruction and will always endure; a reminder that my ancestors gave their lives so that I can live in freedom in America; and a reminder, most of all, to never, ever, not ever be afraid to be Jewish.
From here on in I am going to be more brazen. I am going to be even more proud about walking down the street wearing my tzitzit and kippah, acknowledging Godâs presence. And Iâm going to use my voice until I am hoarse to urge my fellow Jews to do Jewish. To light candles before Shabbat. To put up mezuzas on their doorposts. To do acts of kindness. And to show up in synagogue â especially this coming Shabbat.
I am a proud emissary of Chabad-Lubavitch, a movement of Hasidic Judaism. Our leader, the great Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson, famously taught that a little light expels a lot of darkness. That is why Chabad rabbis travel all over the world to set up Jewish communities: I have colleagues in Kathmandu, in Ghana, as well as in Paris and Sydney. We believe that helping any human being tap into their divine spark is a step toward fixing this broken world and bringing closer the redemption of humanity. It is why 33 years ago my wife and I came to this corner of California to build a house of light.
Because we are obviously Jewish, identifiable by our black hats and beards, it has also meant that some of us have been targets before. Eleven years ago, my colleagues Rabbi Gavriel and Rivka Holtzberg, who ran the Chabad of Mumbai, India, were murdered with four of their guests. They were targeted by the terrorist group Lashkar-e-Taiba because they were Jewish. And over the years people I know have been harassed and assaulted by thugs in the neighborhood where I grew up, Crown Heights, Brooklyn, in incidents that typically go unreported by the press.
In his vile manifesto, the terrorist who shot up my synagogue called my people, the Jewish people, a âsqualid and parasitic race.â No. We are a people divinely commanded to bring Godâs light into the world.
So it is with this country. America is unique in world history. Never before was a country founded on the ideals that all people are created in Godâs image and that all people deserve freedom and liberty. We fought a war to make that promise real.
And I believe we can make it real again. That is what I pledge to do with my borrowed time.