Tommorow the supreme court will be deciding whether or not to legalize Same Sex Marriages in India
So i hope the decision is in our favour
So a lil update
Delhi High Court is to hear 3 petitions regarding LGBTQ+ marriage rights on 8th January,2021
obviously they have more urgent and genuine cases to look after like ignoring the farmer’s protest and not releasing the whereabouts of the PM Care Fund like obfuckingliously
“When trans women are told that they need to stop being assertive and strong because it is a sign of male privilege - invariably by “feminists” who, of course, encourage cis women to be assertive and strong - that’s transmisogyny. When trans women are pressured into being silent, rarely offering their opinion, and refusing leadership roles for fear of being seen as male or accused of having male privilege, that’s transmisogyny. When trans women are afraid to analyze or discuss the role of male privilege in their life because of the way accusations of male privilege have been used as weapons to silence, shame, and misgender trans women, that’s transmisogyny. When trans women do analyze and discuss the role of male privilege in their lives and come to different conclusions than the dominant cis feminist perspective and are told it is because they simply don’t understand privilege or are ignorant of feminism, that’s transmisogyny.”
stop telling people who have abusive parents to “just leave” after they turn 18!!!!!!! it’s not that fucking simple!!!!!!!!!
i’ve been an adult for two years now and i STILL live in this hell hole. you know why? CONTROL. you can’t just walk out of the house and never look back like they do on tv. it doesn’t work that way. you take documents with you (that, if your parents are anything like mine, are locked up tight in a safe), you have to have enough money and a stable job and a place to go (which most victims are unable to get jobs due to mental/physical health or parent control), you have to move all your things out of their name (phone, car, etc). the list goes on. don’t you dare tell an adult victim that they’re just “not helping themselves”. i’m tired of hearing it.
adult victims of abusive parents: your abuse is still valid and i promise you there are those of us who understand and care.
(and before you try and pull the “here’s some suggestions” shit, my doctor has already met with a social worker with me. i’m stuck here for the time being. thanks for your concern but fuck off.)
sometimes i get so wrapped up in my own little world then i’ll talk to people and they’ll be like “isn’t the british royal family so cool and classy” and i’m like. girl what
#the iconic story of hunter stires' attempt to get multiple indians to join his churchill society <3
The angel shows up on a Thursday. It’s raining, great sheets of water pounding on the floor like the biblical flood and Dean’s holed up in a motel room off of route 78 because the Impala was hydroplaning like crazy. He thought about driving anyway. Just pressing the gas and sliding across the freeway, letting whatever happens happen, God help him.
Dean doesn’t believe in God with a capital G (Sammy believes in God with a capital G), and he doesn’t believe in angels either (Mom always said that angels are watching over him, but Mom’s dead). Dean believes in not killing civilians in preventable car crashes because he had a wild idea, so he took exit number 15 and booked a room at the first motel off the shoulder.
He could hear the rain inside the room, the steady drumbeat of it like the pulse of a human heart. Or something else’s heart, something bigger and wilder, and Dean knows all about what else is out there—he’s killed most of what’s out there. The family business, even if he’s the only one left holding the torch. Saving people, killing things. America’s a weird fucking place. Mostly motel rooms are all the same, though.
Dean kicks off his boots and shrugs off his leather jacket and lies on top of the single bed. He contemplates watching pay-per-view porno. He contemplates calling his brother.
Dean doesn’t get a chance to do either of these things, because then the angel shows up, between one blink and the next.
“Dean Winchester,” the angel says. “I need your help.”
Dean has already pulled out his knife, has it pointed at the angel. “What the fuck are you,” he says. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Castiel,” the angel says, and that doesn’t explain anything at all so Dean stabs him.
hottest take: this is wild but.. maybe white people should give a fuck about people of color EVEN when we dont share another form of oppression with them. maybe white people should give a fuck about racism perpetrated against ALL people of color, including the cis, straight, abled, male, etc people of color.. instead of only caring about people of color who have something else in common with them 🤔
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