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When Trans people speak, listen to them.

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𝐐 🚩🏴Ⓐ7 months ago

people don't listen when we say these are the beginning stages of a genocide. that's coming from people who study genocide as well, even before kansas. and it's true that it won't end with us

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Charls 💜7 months ago

Yuuuup, I saw this on the YTube. This is stripping trans people from their rights and identities. Is there anyway people can help? I'm not American but it's important we talk about it, specifically ways to try and combat this.

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RoseWeiss7 months ago

True. Except Stacy Cay. Ignoring her is the right thing to do. Otherwise, yeah.

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Jeff(The Human) ∞♓🏳️‍🌈🇲🇽🇨🇦🇻🇪🇵🇸🇺🇦7 months ago

Exactly, and this is especially to every LGBTQIA+ people out there, also to even @Jaybefaunt too and @HumanistReport as they are Podcasters who are in Pride, and we need to listen to them in terms of it.

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Hina Ansari, PMP 🐉 🔥7 months ago

I need more details! This is so messed up, yet utterly unsurprising…

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Janthe1st🇺🇲 return7 months ago

Why?

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eslam🎀🦋7 months ago

My name is Islam, from Gaza. I am writing these words with a heart that is exhausted from cold, hunger, and fear. We lost our home, our work, and the life we once knew. Today, we live only on aid, waiting for help to survive each day. The cold is unbearable. We have no warm clothes, no blankets to protect us at night, and sometimes no food to silence the hunger. Every dollar we receive is spent immediately on basic food because the cost of living has become impossibly high. After years of hardship, I was finally blessed with my son. He is my only child, my soul, my entire world. I fear for him more than I fear for myself. He was injured by the war, and every cold night breaks my heart as I watch him suffer, unable to keep him warm or safe the way a mother should. I am not asking for luxury. I am begging for warmth, for food, for protection for my child. Any amount,

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