Feminism that claps for women breaking the stratosphere but stays silent as women beg for sanitary pads under rubble isn’t feminism; it’s theater. What’s the point of shattering glass ceilings if you’re too scared to look down at the blood-soaked floor? For over a year and a half, Palestinian women have died asking not for Mars, but for soap, water, and safety. If your feminism can’t hold both a rocket and a ration line, it’s not liberation; it’s selective celebration.
this should be enough said, but i know it isn’t. for y’all to see what’s going on right now, to SEE how in danger trans folks are, and to ignore it for a game you played for 3 days…
i hope you all realize how serious this is now, the irreversible pain caused.
In the 80s, gay artist David Wojnarowicz took recordings of himself talking about art, friends, love, the fear of aids, losing friends to it, and later contracting it… this later became a book “the weight of the earth”… so actually gay ppl always “vlogged their HIV diagnosis”