#exlusion

First of all Pride is for Lesbians, Gays, Bisexuals and pansexuals, Trans-people and nonbinary people. For LGBT-people in the first place. Not for police or not for artists who use us for cash (i’m looking on you Ariana). And not for xenophobic people who wants us dead. 

It’s about us living in this world, about our achievements, about our struggles and survival, about our fight with sistematic opression, about education of our people and our opressors. Pride was never inclusionary for everyone. Pride is not for pedofiles, Pride is not for rapists, Pride is not for cishets and kinksters. Even if they think otherwise. Pride and the whole LGBT-community isn't there for our opressors or for dangerous bigots like maps, we don't need to solve their problems becouse they are minorities. 

And here is the thing -- please listen to me and other people who tried to tell the same thing. Pride isn't for cishet-aces/aros/aroaces and other people from a-spectrum. We include LGBT-aces/aros and Pride is totally for them, but Pride is about their LGBT-identities and not A-ones. Please, acknowledge it already and stop confuse other with inappropriated inclusion which can be dangerous for others. Please, don't do this. 

Please acknowledge that A is always was and be for Allies to help closeted LGBT-people stay closeted on LGBT-events and in other situations by hiding among cishets-allies. Only acknoledged alliance can be reason to be on Pride for cishets (if they are not here for their LGBT partner or relative).

Stop erasing actual LGBT-identities becouse of ignorance about their history or flags like many people here on tumblr do with Lesbians. And don’t erasure LGBT-identities which were here from the very begining only for hype of other identities (some of which are not even inherently LGBT-identities or which have been created from phobic stereotipes about some actual identities being phobic to others like it was with pansexuality and omnisexuality created from biphobic thoughts about bisexuality being “transphobic” even if bisexuality always included trans and nb people). 

Being exclusive to your opressors or to bigots DON’T EQUAL to hate or TERF/Gatekiping rhetoric. Community need to be exclusive to people who can be dangerous for it's members, and uncontrolled inclusion in the community threatens it's members. I'm not even talking about lack of resources which become more sensible when resources are taken by people who can get them in other places (I'm looking on you cishets aces and other cishets from a-spectrum who think that LGBT-shelters or other resources are for them). 

He was trying to understand whether his moral disgust at repeated harm was inevitable. Had his disapproval become a hatred of the group responsible?

AI told him it didn't have to be this way. He could take a stance like, 'I oppose this behaviour absolutely, and I will resist it, but I will not dehumanise those involved.'

He agreed with AI and so told himself that this was a position of strength and not softness. He decided to think this even whilst he was experiencing their system's work of elimination.

Yeah, there are inclusive LGBT-places, which allow all aces to be a part of their events. But it doesn’t make their inclusion something good. LGBT-places should work for LGBT-people (including LGBT-aces) in the first place. That’s what they are for. LGBT-people (Lesbians, Gays, Bisexuals, Transgenders and nonbinary ppl) have a need of resourses, and most of them they can get only in LGBT-spaces (for example conduct fast HIV test on condition of anonymity or visit group therapy with LGBT-friendly therapist). Where can non-LGBT (aka cis and/or hetero) aces/aro/aroaces conduct HIV-test (even aces can get HIV - don’t forget about blood transfusions or poor handling of medical instruments)? In any place which provides such opportunity. So while non-LGBT aces can use wild range of resourses available to non-LGBT prosexuals, LGBT-people fully depends on LGBT-places. 

And I’m not even talking about this ally-thing. Alliance is great. But some non-LGBT people who supported our community as allies for some reason started think that they could be LGBT too only becouse other non-LGBT people are treating them badly. This is totally about cishetero-prosexuals and cishetero-aces/aros/cis-aroaces. They started think that if other cishetero don’t see and don’t treat them as other cishetero even through they all have romantic and/or sexual attraction to people of opposit genders they somehow stopped being cishetero. But this is not LGBT-places or LGBT-communities problem, and non-LGBT aces shouldn’t ask us to solve their problems or to give them resources intended for our LGBT-people. They should stop their attemts to being a part of our community and proudly use inclusion of some LGBT-places as their golden ticket to Willy Wonka factory. Our life isn’t chocolate already.

VIDEO – Kris Versteeg expulsé pour un maillot attaché

Suite à une bagarre face à Pavel Buchnevich, le maillot du joueur des Flames s’est enlevé et il n’en a pas fallu plus aux arbitres pour expulsé Kris Versteeg de la rencontre. Un fait de jeu très rare dans la Ligue Nationale … (more…)

Wind in my hair, with the stars above me

Leaves me alone, and I don’t do much talking.

Deserts engulf my eyes for all I can see

For a while, I have been watching steady.

But don’t you see that I don’t care

Because for all I know I have been there.

So take this pain from me,

So take me home all the way back.

Passing the shadows that have fallen on me

Faced with these nitty gritty details of senseless-ness.

And my body is tired and so is my fevered soul.

Because the heaven has unrated me.

Now I take everything with nothing at all;

Seek the place where it all started from.

So take this strength off my shoulders

For all I have left is the dusty soul of mine.

Another ‘Ave Maria’, another ‘Halo’ to bury.

It didn't even make a sound and not a spark of doubt.

So, where is my arch angle now?

Or is it a risk that I am taking.

I have no money, no possession,

Just a darn bit of exclusion.

With no tears to wash away but empty pages.

And, I will stand by till everything burns down.

So still my soul sings till everyone screams.

Burning my dreams and losing it in rage.

Nothing but sticks and bones,

Till death is all I believe.

So help me break out of this shell I call my heart.

And another hand made down.

Making love out of nothing while

I turn it into another night mare

So here we are. The life so far that I have led has been rather amusingly painful. So now I tell you, “feel”. Feel everything done, said and felt.  Don’t miss a breath forgone, for it will not be back again. As for me, I sit here and watch. Watch my world crash around me, and everything that follows.

It’s always fun to watch the world go by. In a split second one change from an angel to a demon. A demon then back to a god. Till they change back to a lizard grazing the earth then flies away like a bird. Feel all of it. Feel how the change happens and takes its toll on the world surrounding you. For if I can’t see my world then how can I define my parameters of life?  In this sleepy hollow of life do I break free the shackles engulfing me? But where do I shelter myself? Nowhere because after all, Mark Twain didn’t write the Bible, because if he did he surely would have made a place for me.

So open your eyes because the pain and hurt will make no sense if you’re asleep though it. As it calls me closer the blank portion in the corner of my head seems to get larger. Where do I spare all this love on my own? Where do I see to run for the lightening is close enough finally. Take my hand because the world is going to fade away in the moment next unless, you believe in “Peace and Serenity”.  But either ways what sense would it make if either of them hadn’t existed, and even if they do, how far do you go to get them, is the point of it all.

I see the halo but where is my angel now?

I remember those walls I built but they turned them down. They didn’t even make a sound. But I never really had a doubt.  So, now I am shutting you out. As I am surrounded with the chaos of nothingness, you’re nothing that I need and more. So, I’m off to look for my saving grace. Hit me like a UV ray and burn me down to ashes but I swore I wouldn’t fall again. Because I just don’t feel like falling. So, it’s the risk that I am taking.

Everywhere I look now I am surrounded with the filth of grace given on a silver platter shown in the night. Believe or don’t believe, realize or don’t bother, but feel, for it will change that part in your that you thought never existed. It will only add up to the baggage you built and nothing will stop, because the bag needs to be filled. It’s like I’ve been awaken and every rule I was breaking but noting will suffice the mirror you look into.

I continue. I keep burning through the darkest night being addicted to die as life is the beautiful dream till death crashes its fate being the bitter truth. So I feel, and I endure. I endure to build on perseverance. I continue. I keep searching for the totem pole to take my ravaged armor back to its belonging. I feel the vibrations that every pain and sting brings. For my skin endures the gravity of filth to fill a Christmas stocking full of candies. I dream a dream to end the dream I dreamt.

I open my closet where I kept my action figure safe and sound from the world that crashes. I tell him every day that everything will be okay. He is the loneliest and I know how he feels. So he and I dream every night of a place to be in where, we don’t have to end the dream we dream. We still have our silent walks thought the Woodstock field feeling every vibration is brought to life. He told me that it gets pitch black till you are hit. If you’re stupid enough you will live to see the explosion. So, I finally gave him a name. Jesus. Pretty cool for an action figure I think.

So now, it’s still a risk that I am taking, and stepping into the pitch black room black as a circle on geometry grade 5 books. Being addicted to a lie is almost as benefiting as a death being the ultimate goal. Take my hand, or don’t. See me or don’t. I need all of that and I would be a liar if I said I didn’t. But if it were that way then I wouldn’t have to kill the dream I dreamt.