Don't tell me how to be a Black woman! Taking hormones are optional. The idea that a Trans woman has to subject herself to BIG PHARMA, is just another way for cis normative people to turn us into a commodity. I’m an ALL NATURAL Black trans lesbian with a penile aesthetic.
Royce White for U.S. Senate MN 2026
WNBA #LetHerPlay
WE NEED VOLUNTEERS! ❤️
The Salt River Wild Horse Management Group is looking for dedicated volunteers to join our team in Prescott, BUT ALSO on the Salt River, as well as at our rescue facility on the 87!
(And even if u are not local, volunteer to like and share this post!)
We need people who are dependable, willing to get their hands dirty, and not afraid of hard work! There is sooo much to do—from monitoring wild horses to road patrol, to caring for rescied wild horses at our rescue facilities.
It is hard but also very rewarding work, and your time will make a real difference in the lives of Salt River wild horses. But we need people who are committed. You must be able to give at least 4 hours a week and be ready to become part of the team.
If you have the time, dedication, and willingness to work hard for the horses, we want to hear from you! Please email our coordinator
📧 [email protected]
Come make a real difference. The horses need you! 🐴❤️
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⏰DEADLINE SUNDAY NITE: Donations are stalled. 20yo LOYAL STITCH worked hard pulling a buggy; then was sent to auction facing an unknown fate! Now she’s in a kill pen awaiting SLAUGHTER. We have a safe home ! Please SHARE and DONATE TODAY! TY! ⏰1️⃣1️⃣4️⃣8️⃣ https://t.co/d2Ah5cxlB8
Every night she rings a dinner bell… and the whole farm starts heading to bed.
The goats, pigs, and chickens all know exactly where they belong. Each one has their own little house with their name on the door, and she says goodnight to every single one of them.
She even built a special doorway with cutouts so the goat with the long horns can fit through easily. It’s the sweetest detail.
These animals are clearly living their best lives.
Posting for an associate of mine:
Madeline Avillion is the daughter of a close friend of mine Tony Avillion retired Chief Warrant Officer from the 160th. I’ve known him since we were 15 years old. He’s one of the good ones, and this is his daughter.
Madeline she is 30 years old. She was last seen Friday morning, July 31st around 6:00 a.m. in the 1800 block of Belmont Road NW in DC. She’s 5’2”, about 100 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes. Last seen wearing a black bodysuit, black skirt, and white cowboy boots.
If you’ve seen her, or know anything at all, please contact:
Youth and Family Engagement Division: (202) 576-6768
Real Time Crime Center: (202) 727-9099
Anonymous tips: call (202) 727-9099 or text 50411
This one hits close to home. Please share it far and wide. Let’s help get her home.
This is one of the most beloved paintings in America, and it puts its finger on something we all pass through, first as the child, and one day as the parent left behind...
The painting is Breaking Home Ties, by Norman Rockwell, on the cover of the Saturday Evening Post in 1954. A father and his teenage son sit side by side on the running board of a battered farm truck, waiting at a railway stop. A single track runs along the bottom of the picture. A ticket pokes from the boy's pocket. His suitcase is stacked with schoolbooks and wears a "State U" pennant. The train is coming to carry him off to college, away from home, for the first time in his life.
Everything is in the way they sit.
The son sits upright, scrubbed and dressed in his best, eyes fixed on the horizon, on the track, on the future rushing toward him. He is already half gone. For him that train is the beginning of everything.
His father sits beside him in worn work clothes and scuffed boots, looking the other way, down the line, as if he cannot bear to watch it arrive. The same train means the opposite thing to him. For the son it is the start of a life. For the father it is the day the house grows quieter, the chair at the table sits empty, and the person he built his world around walks out into a life that no longer has him at its centre.
Look at his hands. He is holding two hats. His own battered one, and resting on top of it, his son's crisp new one, held carefully together, because it is the last small thing he can still do for the boy...
And then the dog, its head laid in the son's lap, gazing up, refusing to look away. Rockwell knew exactly what that was for: "The father couldn't show how he felt about the boy's leaving," he said. "The dog did."
It has moved people for 70 years because every leaving is a beginning for one person and an ending for another. The child steps out into the world, as they should. And someone stays behind, watching them go, and loving them enough to let them go anyway...
Emails show leading officials at NIH, including Fauci, knew the best data indicated no benefit from masks.
Why did they proclaim great benefits of masks then?
Because these officials were not managing a virus using science.
They were managing a population using psychology.
According to Google it is OK to only want a Black doctor, but not a White doctor.
@Google produces clearly different answers based on race.
This is peak woke.
Unfortunately, it won’t work! Cannot disarm Hamas without going door to door. The stabilization force will be constantly under attack, political will disappears, the stabilization forces will have disagreements as some members will be bought off, Americans will die.
Look what happened with the UN mission there. Infiltrated, threatened, bought off!
The fact that you think she looks trans shows how truly deluded you and your trans friends are.
I have yet to see one trans woman in real life, media, film, or tv shows, who could truly pass as woman. One can almost immediately tell that there something amiss, something off, no matter how feminine they try to act. Deluded!!