Ever realize how nothing matters and you can just walk out in the middle of a class and buy a scone
Change the Channel
Any of you have a Neilsen box? If so, I have a favor to ask of you.
If you’re, you know, relatively sensible, can you do this one small thing?
Switch the channel on your TV anytime Trump is on or talked about. Tank the ratings. Change it every time someone talks about his tweets, has him in for a phone call, etc. I don’t care what you turn it to (though wouldn’t it be fun if Animal Planet got a bump).
We got to this point because people watch him. Because he makes *advertisers* money. We can control of that.
You won’t miss anything. He’s everywhere, and his rhetoric isn’t evolving into anything better. So, just imagine he said something awful that hurts you to your core and you’ll still be up to date.
But please. Can you do me this favor?
Thank you.
Love,
TLOTH
i have received so many messages today asking me: you, a queer cuban girl, aren’t you scared? because we are all scared. we are all scared, because this is the sort of thing that we were all waiting for, secretly, had a fear of it that we held somewhere in the back of our minds.
but it is the month of pride. red is the first color of the rainbow. i am telling myself: what they want is for us to hide. when they throw slurs at the victims, when they cackle about it on a tasteless SNL skit four years from now, when we are a joke again - they want us erased. to be cowering. to slice up our flags and blindfold ourselves.
it is hard to believe that something good can ever come out of this. i don’t think anything could. i am shocked and angry and some part of me is lost.
but i believe in us, in what we have already surmounted. i think often: isn’t it enough?
but the truth is: we are enough. we were already radicals when we were born. and we are the best kind of rebels, motivated by love alone. we were brave. we stood up to our parents, our teachers, our congress. we said we are here. we walked when they threw things at us, when they hosed us, when they cut out our existence from history books. we walked when we were all of the rainbow, yellow and sick, dark orange with anger, purple with bruises, blue with our sorrows trapped in our throats. and we were so strong, so fierce, a community that grew from beautiful roots into a nationwide movement. and in the face of hatred, we were proud.
keep being proud. love louder. i know you are tired, so am i. but keep walking. keep their names on your tongue. use those letters to shout. we are here.
and we’re not going anywhere.
What infuriates me about the Orlando shooting is the media’s blatant removal of the word “gay” from their headlines on this tragedy. It was a GAY NIGHTCLUB. Don’t you fucking dare forget that. Don’t erase the identities of victims of the worst mass shooting in American history because you don’t think it’s pertinent to your story. This was a hate crime directed solely at the LGBTQIA community for daring to exist in the year 2016.
the erasure of black and colored identities is also kind of upsetting as well. I read that Pulse is a predominately QPOC occupied club, and the shooting occurred on Latin night. I hope that the identities of those lost isn’t white washed across the collective consciousness of everyone following media reports….
The shooting took place on Latin Night headlined by trans POC and trans Black performers in a gay club largely frequented by QPOC.
The shooter’s father confirmed he was a homophobe. Don’t let them lie nor erase this.
“Gay Pride was not born of a need to celebrate being gay, but our right to exist without persecution. So instead of wondering why there isn’t a Straight Pride movement, be thankful you don’t need one.”
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I am a queer, American Muslim,
And today you attacked me twice.
You killed my brothers and sisters for no other reason than because of your hatred, your intolerance.
They could have been my friends,
My loved ones,
My family.
They could have been me, showing up at 2 in the morning to pick everyone up and get them home safely.
And now they are corpses because of what you have done.
And then you attacked my faith,
Kidnapped my Islam to use it for murder.
Do you not know that we are not allowed to kill those who did nothing to us? Did they attack you? No. They did not.
Do you not know that we are expected to merely advise and forgive those with whom we don’t agree and then move on?
Do you not know that this is Ramadan? The holy month of peace and forgiveness,
Where we are, more than ever, not allowed to harm others?
You have made me scared.
I sit at home and wonder who will be next to die.
Where?
When?
For what stupid reason will they lose their lives?
I cannot walk into the bank or the grocery without feeling anxious.
Will today be the day when someone full of hate opens fire?
Will I be caught in the cross hairs?
And because you stole my religion, I’m afraid to wear this scarf.
I’m afraid to say subhanAllah for fear of someone seeking wrongful revenge against you.
I’m afraid to bear my place at Pride because my mere presence will renew the fears of my fellow humans,
Will remind them that their lives may be next to end.
Do you see what you have done?
Do you see what hate and fear you have sown?
Do you see how much you have damaged us? All of us?
No.
You do not see.
And ya Allah, I can only pray that the violence will stop before there is another man like you who thinks that they are the arbiter of human life.
I am a queer, American muslim.
Today you attacked me twice.
And I am afraid.