YAAASSS!!!! Sometimes it starts as just staring…. but then you get the creeps who will follow you. Be aware of your surroundings and if you see something happening/happen, don’t be afraid to “get in the line of sight” or saying something!

THIS THIS THIS

Guys- if you see a guy being creepy towards a woman, interfere.

Everywhere is dangerous for women, but a guy simply distracting a creep can help. If you see a creep, do what you can to stop him, because when women try to stop creeps, we’re often harmed by them or worse.

Block the creep’s line of sight. Prevent the creep from approaching the woman or getting close enough to touch her. Prevent him from following her.

Don’t go to the woman to protect her, because she will be terrified that you’re also a creep. But as a man, you are able to get in the creep’s way so that the woman is protected.

This is brilliant. I’m so excited to see this as an actual PSA!

and if you can save me in an Aussie accent as well that would be super

One of my favourite parts of working with kids is like… Very Gently subverting their idea of gendered topics… Like if a girl goes ‘no, sharks are a boy thing’ and you go “UM ACTUALLY THATS STUPID AND INCORRECT” they get freaked out, but if instead u go “Are you sure? Cause I think sharks are awesome, here’s a scale picture of a Megalodon” it’ll blow their tiny mind and they’ll be shitting themselves over it for days. 100% effective, 10/10 recommend

I hate the term “women of color” Since fucking when is my peach skin not a color? Why must I be excluded from a group of women?

your ~peach skin~ wasn’t a color when this was happening

but now you want to be included

no

Wow

Since joining Tumblr, I’ve met a lot of young queer people. Look, I’m a bisexual man in a gay relationship, and I’m approaching 30. I was still a kid when Matthew Shepard’s story was being covered on the news. I remember thinking, “I better keep my mouth shut about these feelings I’m having.”

And then I met Dominic when I was 12, and people could see how in love we were. And we got the shit beat out of us. The year I met him, some kids in the grade above me held me down against the bleachers in our gym and stomped on my hand until my fingers broke. Instead of sending me to the nurse, the teacher sent me to the assistant principal to explain the situation. She asked why the kids had beat me up. I said, “They were calling me gay.”

Her response was, “Well, are you?”

My, “I don’t know,” earned a call to my parents, and I was outed. Efforts were made to keep me from seeing Dom. Throughout high school, Dom’s stepmother intensified these efforts. He slept in the basement of the house. Although he was an incredibly talented student, he was prohibited from participating in any extracurriculars. He suffered a lot of physical abuse during those years.

The day he turned 18, he packed up everything he had and walked to my house, and we’ve lived together ever since. Things are better, but they’re not perfect. I’ve had trucks pull up next to me at stoplights and, seeing the pride sticker on my car, through old drinks and garbage into my window. I no longer speak to my dad’s side of the family. I haven’t been to see them for Christmas or Thanksgiving in years. One of my uncles had cornered me at Thanksgiving when I was 17 and said, “I’m not going to judge you, but I’d be happy to break your neck so God can do the judging a little sooner.”

I joined a support group for trans and intersex people. When I joined, 40 people attended regularly. Within the year, the group was half the size it had been. Some couldn’t make it anymore, because they were staying at the shelter, where their stay hinged on them agreeing to instead to attend homophobic sermons. Some were put in correctional therapy. Five of them died. Three of those, I didn’t know, but I knew Alex, the 19 year old who was fag-dragged in Kentucky and died a day later in the hospital, and I knew Stephanie, who went home to Alabama to care for her mom in hospice and was beaten to death with a baseball bat by her mom’s boyfriend.

Tumblr is not reality. The dynamic here does not reflect the dynamic out there. Here’s the part where I finally make a point, and it might be extremely unpopular - but guys, value your allies. Value each other. We are met with enough hate in our daily lives to enter an online safe-space and meet more hate from our own, over petty things. Don’t go after one another over every little thing you find problematic.

Learn to see nuance. Maybe the word “queer” bothers you, and you see a gay man using it as an umbrella term. Maybe someone called a trans man a trans woman because they’re confused about terminology, but the post where they did it was voicing support for the trans community. Maybe someone is just asking a question, wanting to learn more. Stop. Attacking. These. People.

Allies are being driven away. Members of our own community are being ostracized. Others are feeling nervous and estranged, and it’s largely because of places like Tumblr, where the social justice movement is quickly becoming violent and radical. I am begging you, stop nitpicking “problematic” things and start directing your efforts to create real change. When it comes to comes to your allies, forget the “social justice warrior” mentality and put down your torch. Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving. And I’m certainly not saying that your anger doesn’t have a good place - when you are met with bigots on the street, congress members who want to pass hateful laws, violent protesters, abusive parents, prejudiced teachers, that is when you need to be a warrior. That’s when it counts. In the real world. When you have the opportunity to protect people from real harm. Attacking your would-be allies via anonymous asks is just going to lose us ground in the long run. And we don’t have time for that, not when trans women of color are being murdered every day, not when states are still fighting against marriage equality, not when there are politicians in office who believe that trans people are possessed by demons, not when we’ve just lost 50 brothers and sisters to one gunman, not when the media won’t even admit that the attack was homophobic.

Please step back. Look at the big picture. Look at where we are, globally. Don’t just log on to your safe space and attack your allies over small missteps. That’s like washing the dishes in a house that’s on fire, kids. Let’s fight on the battlefield, and when we come home to each other, let’s just focus on bandaging up our wounds so we can go out and win the war.

Signal boost to this unbelievably important message.

Holy shit. 

Someone’s saying it

OH WOW!!!

BOOM.

This Lady tells us an awful story of how she was embarrassed , while buying groceries in the store by a racist woman, whose prejudice ruined a day in her and her daughter’s life. Unfortunately, this story is no surprise for black people, they face something like this too often, but there is one thing this story can teach us.

White people, with their “privilege” to be taken as the good ones can break the wall of prejudice and racism teaching others about tolerance and equality. 

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Instead of getting mad and denying it

^^^^^^^^

That’s what you CAN DO every single day.

Dear white people who respond to white privilege conversations with “Yeah, so? What do you want ME to do about it??”

This story. Yes. 

This is part of why I never just “let it go”.

This kind of nonsense hurts EVERYONE. And the more easily we can walk away, the more important it is that we don’t.

A good friend who is black but very light-skinned has an adopted daughter who is very dark. Gorgeous child. She went to a “princess party” and came home crying because she was “too dark” to be a princess. 

All the dolls were white.

I told my mother, a doll collector about this, asking if I bought a doll would she have an outfit for her… and Mom pulled a doll off her shelf that had natural-looking puffy pigtails, very dark skin, and the face was nearly an exact match to my friend’s daughter. She already had the princess outfit made (because, doll collector…

Later that day that little girl got her “looks like me” princess doll. Her hair was already up in puffy pigtails. The match was absolutely perfect. Because representation and inclusion matter.

Another friend, a white woman who married a black man, says that when her son plays out on the sidewalk, the police drive by slowly. He’s an amazing kid. Never doing anything wrong. This happened less than a mile from my house. I can’t walk away. Not when a child who helped load my groceries is afraid to play outside because the police are openly suspicious of him. 

Silence doesn’t just hurt, it kills. It isn’t about who people are, it is about how they are treated. We cannot be innocent bystanders. There are no innocent bystanders. Standing by is not innocent.

This is so important.

If a girl feels uncomfortable hanging out with you alone, and you get so offended by that, it makes you angry, she probably made the right choice.

I know I’ve reblogged this recently but still so spot the fuck on.

This is rape culture.

This is white male privilege.

This is injustice.

The rapist and the judge are revolting, sociopathic spawns of the devil.

Rapist: Brock Allen Turner Judge: Aaron Persky

RAPE HAS AN IMPACT ON PEOPLE. YOU SHOULD SUFFER FOR YOUR ACTIONS. 

THERE SHOULD BE REPERCUSSIONS FOR YOUR ACTIONS. 

reblog if you would be fine sharing a restroom with a transgender person

the lack of notes on this is depressing

Everyone just needs to pee! D:

The Most Racist Ad Of 2016

Unfortunately racism is wide spread all over the world but us not an American privilege (although it had brightly flourished right there). What’s just as bad as the commercial is that a person of Color was willing to take part in it when they knew what the commercial was implying. Amazing how much people put $$ before their own dignity and self respect. #Hate it!

HE DIDN’T KNOW THEY WOULD USE THE FOOTAGE LIKE THIS! HE REFUNDED THE MONEY! HE ASKED FOR IT TO BE TAKEN DOWN!!

http://fullten.tumblr.com/post/145034199167/chescaleigh-thehighpriestofreverseracism @thingstolovefor

Seventy-one percent of police who’ve been shot and killed this year weren’t murdered by black men with cornrows or hoodies. They weren’t gunned down by Latino gang members in low-rider drive-bys. Those stereotypes would be too convenient. Instead, 71% of police who’ve been shot and killed so far in 2016 have been killed by good old-fashioned white men.

Doesn’t fit the “super predator” narrative… #Love it!

keep this in mind racists. 

Police Escort Black Merit Scholar Out of Graduation After Refusing to Remove Kente Cloth

An 18-year-old Black student was removed from graduation after he refused to take off his kente cloth. Nyree Holmes attended the diverse but predominately white Cosumnes Oaks High School in Elk Grove, California. 

In a story he shared on Twitter May 24, the merit scholar says he was able to walk across the stage, but police officers greeted him at the other end.

He tells Atlanta Black Star it was important for him to wear the traditional African print because as a “descendant of slaves, I have no firm connection to my roots in Africa.”

“I wanted to wear my kente cloth as a representation of my pride in my ancestors, to display my cultural and religious heritage. As my particular cloth was made by Christians in Ghana, where the kente cloth has been worn by royalty and during important ceremonies for hundreds if not thousands of years.  If we are forced to wear the European cap and gowns [then] we should be able to wear the African Kente Cloth.”

The police were called?! He was being a bit defiant, but the POLICE? It’s a shame the school messed up the Graduation for everyone. Would they have demanded a Muslim woman take off her headscarf, or any other cultural or religious emblem being removed? #Hate it!

So this man wasn’t allowed to wear a Cloth that symbolized SO MUCH to him and his heritage, yet my friends were able to wear fuckin’ CRAZY shit around their neck. No lie they were searching for amulets and ribbons to wear for their graduation (like a Circle K medallion, and a gold plated oreo). 

So that was okay, but his Kente Cloth was not??? WTF??

normalize using gender neutral pronouns and language with people who haven’t explicitly told u their gender. do it for the kids