you are not allowed under THE blanket

WILD fucking use of quotation marks there, since that is absolutely in no way what i said or what i believe

notice how you had to specify the races here. what could that mean? why did you feel it necessary to do that? what if we changed the question to ACTUALLY be about male privilege: "do black men have more [structural] power than black women? do white men have more [structural] power than white women?" notice how much easier the answer becomes. now you might be tempted to throw in another variable like financial status or dis/ability to find exceptions, but again: you are shifting the question. you are changing the rules. these "gray areas" as you've called them are actually referred to as INTERSECTIONS, which is why kimberlé crenshaw coined the term INTERSECTIONALITY. no, it's NOT all black & white, because nobody's identity is just one thing - we all occupy intersecting identities. google "kimberlé crenshaw intersectionality" & you can find her essay or multiple other related texts to explain this concept to you. but when power exists on an axis, like man/woman or white/black or cis/trans, there is going to be one dominant side & one oppressed side, WHEN YOU STICK TO THAT AXIS.

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 ⬇️**

My story and hope for survival😭

I am Israa Alwan I am 23 years old, a young woman who once had big dreams and was ready to achieve them. After years of hard work and study, I finally received my degree in Early Childhood Education. It was an indescribable joy, knowing I was about to start my journey as a teacher, to help shape young minds and walk alongside them in their first steps toward knowledge.🥺🧑🏻‍🎓🧑🏻‍💻

But my dream didn’t last. The war came and turned 🇵🇸my life upside down. My home, once a safe haven, is now rubble, and I’m left with only a few belongings and broken dreams. Now, I have no home, no job, and no sense of security. I move from one place to another with my husband, carrying my unborn child, searching for shelter to protect us from the cold winter and the scorching summer.😭😭🍉

I would like to share a part of my life with you…🥺🌠

I am Esraa 🤍 I married the man I love, and he is my support and strength in this difficult world. Now I am pregnant with our little baby, and we dream of the day we hold our child in our arms, filling our lives with love and hope.

But the reality around us is very hard 💔

We are living in a worn-out tent that cannot protect us from the cold or the rain. Every day, I worry about my baby growing inside me and how I can keep him safe in these conditions.

During this sensitive time, I truly need proper care, healthy food, clean water, and vitamins to protect my baby and myself 🤰💧💊

Donation link...... 🍉

If you can help, even a little, it would make a huge difference in our lives 🙏💗

Verified...,🇵🇸

That number may seem small to some people, but for my family, it feels like an impossible mountain. We are painfully close to getting the medicines my parents urgently need, yet we are running out of time.💔

I am exhausted from watching my parents suffer and from feeling powerless to help them. Every day that passes without their medication fills me with fear. I keep wondering how much longer they can hold on while we struggle to raise this final amount.😔

The cruelest feeling in the world is knowing that the people you love are suffering while the solution is so close, yet still out of reach. We only need $360. Just $360 separates my parents from the treatment they desperately need. We are not asking for a miracle. If just 15 people donate $25, we can reach our goal today. Fifteen people could change everything for my family.😔💔

Since yesterday, not a single donation has come ,I keep refreshing the fundraiser, hoping to see even a small donation appear. Hoping someone will care. Hoping someone will understand that behind this number are two human beings who are in pain and a family terrified of losing them.💔

If you can help and choose not to, please know that this is not just another post for us. This is our parents' lives. This is our fear. This is our desperation. We are not asking for luxury, comfort, or anything extra-we are simply trying to keep the people we love alive.

Please, don't leave us alone in this moment. Help us reach the last $360 before another day passes that my parents cannot afford to lose.🙏💔😔

Please help us before it is too late.🙏💔

Current process: USD 16,705 / $17,065

Vatted by: @90-ghost

Vatted by: @sar-soor

I am from Gaza — a father whose only goal is to keep his children alive.Our home was destroyed 🏚️,

and we no longer have a place to shelter.We move from one place to another, searching for safety, warmth, and a piece of bread 🍞.

My children go to sleep hungry 😢,and my wife and daughter were injured and are still living with pain 💔.

There is no work, no income, and no certainty about tomorrow — only fear.In Gaza, we do not dream big dreams.We only dream of a day that passes in peace 🌅,

a meal that fills our children’s stomachs,and a night where they can sleep withouut the sound of bombing.This is not just a story of sorrow,but the testimony of a human being trying to survive,clinging to life despite everything.Gaza is not numbers.

Gaza is faces, children, and hearts that grow tired — but never surrender 🇵🇸