people who care about (or claim to care about) palestinian liberation should ally with left-wing israelis instead of shunning them for being israeli, unless of course they hate israelis more than they care for palestinians.
by utterly refusing to listen to israelis no matter what you’re only giving the right wing what it wants: an enemy
So many people trying to come up with solutions for a problem they know nothing about all on their own when there are a ton of groups in Israel already working on it with actual plans to make Israel a better place for everyone.
Like, that’s generally what you’re supposed to do when it comes to stuff like this is listen to the organizations actively working on it
Anyway here’s some links
Hand in Hand are a bunch of bilingual, multicultural schools in Israel meant to counteract a divisive culture between Israelis and Palestinians by encouraging multicultural cooperation early on. Basically just raising a generation of kids who are more culturally aware.
One-Voice supports Israeli Palestinian and global grass-roots and leaders working towards a peaceful resolution
Standing Together organizes Jewish and Palestinian citizens of Israel working for peace, equality, and climate justice. They’ve done a lot of outreach to underserved/unrecognized Bedouin communities during the war.
Parents Circle Families Forum is comprised of Israelis and Palestinians who have lost family members to the conflict. They advocate for reconciliation and a diplomatic solution.
https://www.womenwagepeace.org.il/en/
an organization of women pushing for a peaceful resolution between israel and palestine. worth noting its founder was killed on october 7th
People on here will say they were gifted children and then don’t know how to critically analyze any media that isn’t an american tv show
I hadn’t commented on the whole Gal Gadot/Wonder Woman issue because i thought it was rather a given and many have already said what i wanted to say. But somehow i still see some tools trying to argue that palestine is only a “political stance” and we shouldn’t be too stressed about a “beautiful” actress.
Well let me try to explain to you why palestine is actually not just a “political opinion” that you hop on whenever you want and why Gadot is in fact ugly.
It was Friday during Ramadan and i was taking a journey that would have normally taken 15 minutes but instead, due to israel’s apartheid wall and checkpoints, it took me 5 hours standing in the heat, while fasting along with hundreds of women of all ages. Lining up at Qalandia checkpoint at 5 in the morning, we waited to be ushered to. I will never be able to forget the tears on these women’s faces when the female israeli soldiers told them to turn back and go home; “try again next Friday”. Any protest would mean more yelling and shoving and hurling of violent threats by these female israeli soldiers against palestinian women who had nothing but plastic bags to carry their prayer rugs. I will never forget how families were forced to separate because half of them had the proper papers while the others lacked one or two signatures that allowed them to cross. I will never forget the heartbreak on their faces. I will never forget how the female israeli soldiers forced the women to take off parts of their hijab out in the open. I will never forget the sheer terror on the already exhausted women’s faces when one of the female israeli soldiers wasn’t too impressed with one of the women at the checkpoint and so she called another female officer with a bigger gun to taunt us all in case we decided to utter a word. I will never forget how when we were finally allowed through, leaving at least a third of us behind, we were all forced to stand in the scorching heat in front of yet another metal gate. We were now under the mercy of some officer who would open the gate, allowing a number of us to gush through it like an angry wave, only for him to shut it close and watch us as we find out the family has been separated on both ends and we are unfortunate to have to wait more, our heads boiling under the sun. Women were crying. Men were crying. We were locked up behind a little gate for at least another hour, waiting for the officer to decide to open it for a couple of seconds only to quickly shut it back again in our faces, over and over again. It was clear that this brutality was systemic against those of us who only wished to be able to get to jerusalem so they can pray. I will also never forget how it felt having a gun pointed straight at my and another woman’s face because she didn’t have her id with her and so we were barred from entering our own place of worship and any step further toward its gate or any word would have meant, according to the officer, a rain of bullets.
Mind you, this is only my experience during only one part of one day in palestine. There are millions of stories which i guess you refuse to consider since apparently we are merely “a stance”. Obviously, the people do not exist to those who treat palestine as a “political opinion”. To them, the occupation is “unfortunate” and colonialism is too harsh a word.
But this is what Gal Gadot supports and hails as heroic. The violence perpetuated by these israeli women against palestinian women is representative of her version of feminism that you’re so defensive of. The israeli defence forces (idf) is the violent institution that permits and maintains this oppressive treatment and it is the same institution she served in and continues to voice support for. The officers who make life a living hell for palestinians are the same ones she sends love to. This is the nature of the idf that she openly stands with. This is the ugliness she proudly aligns herself with.
I think I may be autistic but I have no idea what to do with this information and I'm also kind of worried im trying to make myself fit into it if that makes sense? I have been diagnosed with ADHD officially, but I'm not sure, maybe I have both?
“Am I Autistic or Not” isn’t really a helpful question. It’s so big, and so abstract. Try asking yourself questions that are smaller and more concrete. Things like:
Which sensations are really difficult for me to handle? Do I experience sensory overloads? What can I do to reduce or prevent future sensory overloads?
Which sensations are really pleasurable for me? How can I incorporate more of those sensations into my life?
What activities or topics do I find very stimulating, thought-provoking, or exciting? How can I make more time in my life for pursuing those activities? Where can I meet other people who also enjoy those things?
Which aspects of socializing do I find hard? What do I find draining, uncomfortable, or confusing? Is there anyone I can ask for help understanding the things I find confusing? Are there social performances I can try doing less often, or less intensely?
Which activities seem to drain me more than other people, and how can I get the rest I need? Do I need far more recharge time after socializing than most people I know? Do organizational or administrative tasks like cleaning my house or answering emails take a lot of out me? Is there anyone I can ask for support, or any responsibilities I can let go of (or half ass)?
Finally, where do I feel at home? Which spaces make me feel comfortable? Which communities seem to get me? Who do I enjoy being around? Who brings out a playful, lighter, opener side of me? Where do I hate being and who do I dread being around? What do I need out of my home environment in order to feel at peace? How can I bring more of the positive into my life and reduce my contact with the negative?
Are you Autistic, Anon? – my answer is, who cares? It doesn’t matter. You don’t ever have to answer that if you don’t want to. Use whatever term you want, whenever it feels right. In the meantime, find the spaces, experiences, and people that help you feel less broken. That might include Autistic spaces, as well as other neurodivergent or queer ones. That’s fine. Explore widely. Each one of us is a complex enough person that we can’t be contained entirely by a single community, identity label, or space.
Private questions of identity matter very little if we aren’t actually living out that identity in community with other people. Find the spaces, people, and activities that are good for you – and if many of them are also very good for Autistic people, well then congrats, you’re our kin, whether your choose to adopt the label or not.
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the man who owns and runs the thai restaurant in my town knows me by name. he is one of the kindest and most thoughtful men i know. i started ordering from his place back in january, which was when i got my fibromyalgia diagnosis. back then i was using a walker, had limited mobility in my entire body but especially my hands, and was very visibly in pain. i always ordered the same thing: yellow curry with no meat, potatoes and carrots only (i have texture and other dietary issues). he always made it a point to make sure i could get out the door and carry the food safely. he had his workers package the food so that it was easier for me to open. as i kept coming back and i told him a little bit about my health status, he would always encourage me to keep going. he told me about how the spices he used were good for inflammation and began to edit the recipe just for me so that spices that were even better for fighting inflammation were used. he’d give me extra portions and despite the fact that i would tip every time, i realized later that he never charged my card for them. as time went on and my condition began to get better, especially with the help of a physical therapist, he would make encouraging remarks and tell me how happy he was for me. the day i came in without my walker, he practically jumped for joy, and despite my insistence, he gave me my meal for free that day. i continue to make progress with my conditions and i continue to go to the thai place. this man who does not know me personally and who i hardly know anything about is one of my favorite people. it’s interactions with humans like these that make loving life easier. and his curry really does help my chronic condition. it’s comfort food taken to the next level.
i know the ‘is mcdonalds a date’ questions making its rounds but i feel kind of insane bc thats never even been a metric for me. a date is just when someone says its a date. i went on a date w someone to smoke in a building w a caved in cieling in the rain, shoplifted from a gas station paranoid as hell to get them a soft pretzel and then we chased a rat around. where is your sense of adventure people
also ill be honest now in a relationship w my bf for almost four years and living together for two… the person whos gonna stick w u is the one that even a mcdonalds date sounds fun with. theyre the person whos gonna understand when youre tired from work and just want to watch a movie together. or understands when u cant do something grandiose and just wants to be with you.
if you cant learn to like the person you’re with and not the expectation youve built in your mind for who they SHOULD be, you’ll never love like that. you’ll miss the person right in front of you, and thats the saddest thing of all.
ideal ways for me to die
1. old age, peacefully in my sleep
2. after a long and illustrious career i am at a rooftop gala hosted in my honor. i am wearing a beautiful gown, holding a glass of red wine, standing by the railing. a scorned lover approaches and, after a passionate spat, they push me over the edge of the building. the wine glass goes flying, splattering their outfit in red as a visual metaphor for the blood on their hands. as i descend my gown flies around me like two beautiful wings, a bird in flight. a photographer on the street manages to take a photo before i hit the ground and that photo wins the pulitzer. a new york times think piece is released regarding whether or not it’s moral to profit off a photo of someone’s death. the think piece also wins a pulitzer.
3. sex accident.
Putting your vampire fuckbuddy into the sauna to reach normal body temp before sex so their ice cold hole doesn’t kill your boner
Glad yall are vibing with my very important thoughts on the undead