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anonymous asked:

do u know any lgbt arab movies u can recommend ?

This list is of queer middle eastern films that include queer arab films

Circumstance (2011) - film explores love and sexual rebellion between two women under the watchful eye of the government and through family dynamics in modern day Iran.

Caramel (2007) - “a beauty salon in Beirut is a safe haven for five women in this Lebanese romantic comedy. Follows the love lives of five Lebanese women, one of them is the stylist Rima who does not know how to handle her attraction to a female client.

Mondial 2010 (2014) - “is a film on love and place. A Lebanese gay couple decides to take a road trip to Ramallah. The film is recorded with their camera as they chronicle their journey. The viewers are invited through the couple’s conversations into the universe of a fading city.” In reality Lebanese cannot drive to Ramallah as they are forbidden into Israel and this plays with the significance of a same-sex relationship in the Middle East and what it means to be a queer Middle Eastern.

Lola and Billy the Kid (1999) - “Murat, the youngest son of a conservative Turkish family, is struggling with his sexuality as well as with the demands of his patriarchal older brother. When Murat meets with Lola – his estranged brother who now is a drag queen – and her macho Turkish lover, Billy the Kid, he finds himself drawn into a dangerous new world. 

Oriented (2015) - feature documentary that follows the lives of three gay Palestinian friends confronting their national and sexual identity in Tel Aviv.

Fifi Howls From Happiness (2014) - “I will tell you my life story so that no idiot will write my biography the way it suits them,” says legendary gay Iranian artist Bahman Mohassess in this documentary about his life. 

A Jihad For Love (2007) - feature documentary to explore the complex global intersections between Islam and homosexuality. This movie focuses on Islam in multiple regions of the world rather than just the Middle East.

Mixed Kebab (2012) - centers around a TurkisH character and talks about the struggles of being a gay poc in a conservative Muslim household in a western country and having to defy middle eastern expectations of you. Best of all, the ending is a happy one!

I Say Dust (2015) - “Two Arab-American women in New York City fall in love, argue home and identity, engage in a chess battle, and express themselves through the power of the spoken word. 'I Say Dust’ explores poetry in cinema through the story of Hal, a poet belonging to the Palestinian diaspora in NYC, who meets Moun, a free-spirited chess boards sales girl. Their brief love affair challenges their understanding of what makes home.”

Note: There are more LGBT films produced and directed by Israelis but I don’t recommend them. They pinkwash Israel’s violent acts towards Palestinians by diverting your attention and targeting the queer audience, in specific, to claims that Israel supports LGBTQ (lesbian, gay, bisexual, trans and queer) rights. 

The films usually depict a Palestinian struggling with their sexuality and their community’s rejection of their identity and a “free” Israeli that fall in love and Tel Aviv is the safe haven for their love. Basically using representation that Arabs are savage and Israelis are here to free us. 

Truth is there is no rainbow bedazzled hole in the Israeli West Bank Wall that allows you a free access to ‘freedom’ if your ass is queer. When they bomb Gaza they are bombing Palestinian including queers one. Besides the fact that they are killing us, this just shows their LGBTQ rights  (all their human rights) are just a show to divert your attention and this is effectively done through media including movies. This is why I do not recommend Israeli queer films depicting the Middle East.

This sign was placed on the edge of the main stage at Outside the Frame: Queers for Palestine Film Festival in San Francisco 

New Orientation/Sexuality?

Hello! Due to the seemingly ongoing debate as to which definition of pansexuality is right– attraction to all genders vs. attraction irregardless of gender; I thought I’d try my hand at coining a new term to fix that! I ID as pansexual myself but have began to feel increasingly that the label no longer accurately represents me in what it currently means and, I’m sure others (might) feel the same. So, to avoid the headaches and confusion I thought it best.

To lay out some ideas, here are my label suggestions all pulled from Greek/Latin roots/prefixes respectively:

  • Iso/Para/Equisexual- These mean equal or on the same level and since pansexuals love indiscriminately of gender, I thought it’d make sense.
  • Idesexual- Ide means idea, thought, shape or picture so I thought this might be a good way to describe how pansexuals are attracted to the idea of someone or their “personality.”
  • Disexual- Di means throughout, between, apart or detached; basically it’s kind of abstract which, the concept of how pansexuals experience attraction kind of is as well. Can conveniently be shortened to “di” like bi.

I also saw a post about possibly creating a new term to describe feelings detached from gender, or not really having a solid concept of preferences/not liking any one gender more than another which I think it describes.

The Flag:

The colors don’t mean anything in particular. I had trouble enough finding a color scheme that didn’t look like an eyesore or too closely like an already existing flag. I tried to retain the light and “happy” feel of the original pan flag while still having noticeable differences. Now, I’m by no means a linguist nor do I have much experience designing anything. Nothing is set in stone so, if you have any suggestions or comments, please, I’d love to hear your thoughts and get some feedback! My inbox is open or you could shoot me a message and discuss person to person. For now, I will be tagging these posts as #idesexual. If you see this, could you like if it sounds appealing or reblog and help spread?

-Thank you!

Journal of a New Graduate:

Day 1:

I’m a new grad, I went to a great school, didn’t miss a clinical, a good study group, focused prep for NCLEX, passed with relief at only 75 questions, accepted into the first position applied for - the position I’d dreamed of all through nursing school. It just seemed too good to be true. I’m excited to be here in nursing orientation, excited but nervous about what the next twelve weeks will bring.


Day 7:

I’m a bit confused with what I’m supposed to be doing. My educator seems to be disorganized, giving me the wrong packet, one that’s supposed to be for another nurse, and vaguely waving her hand she’ll get it to me “at some point”. That was two days ago, I’m in the Library, doing some online learning that I happened to find out about from a fellow new graduate. I hope that’s what I am supposed to be doing. My educator waved me off again, saying she would catch up with me at some point.
Sure.


Day 12:

I’m on the unit. Gulp. I completed the online learning, mostly in my own time, since the modules I was doing wasn’t actually what I was supposed to be doing. I completed the work on my own, as my educator emailed me a packet late Friday, stating it needed to be completed by Monday. I was two days late, despite staying up late every night to do it. Today I’m on the unit, I’m shadowing my preceptor, who wasn’t told I was coming. I’m beginning to think I chose the wrong place. My Preceptor seems really annoyed, muttering to another nurse that she was tired of orienting new nurses. I feel like I don’t belong.


Day 18:
I’m tired, and It hasn’t even been a month yet. My preceptor yelled at me for fumbling with an arterial line set up, saying I would have to do this on my own someday, and I shouldn’t be expecting her to be right next to me every time. I sat in my car on my lunch and cried, so no one would see. Fine. I can take the yelling, except I haven’t ever actually seen an arterial line before, just on the computerized learning module. I haven’t practiced with one yet. I don’t belong here.


Day 24:
I saw my educator today. I’d forgotten what she looked like. She pulled me into a mid point evaluation with the nurse manager and preceptor. They all looked grim. I wasn’t progressing in the way they’d hoped, or expected by this point. They wrote up my error in levelling the EVD, when I had never seen one before, despite my asking my preceptor for help, only to hear the same, “You have to learn to do these things on your own.” They wrote a verbal warning that I wouldn’t make it through orientation with my slow time management skills, and I just sat there and nodded. They didn’t ask me how I was feeling, and I didn’t want to tell them. They already wrote me off a long time ago.


Day 30:
I asked my preceptor today what her experience was like as a new graduate. She said I had it easier than her, then she turned away. Whatever.


Day 40, last day orientation:
Today, I met a patient who probably saved me (even though we’re supposed to be saving them, I suppose). She was young, maybe 21, s/p cardiac arrest r/t overdose on red bull, Her family and friends perched on seats at her bedside, praying. “Get them out,“ barked my preceptor, “you always spend too much time talking to the families. Just another young punk overdose.” So, after 40 days of following her instructions, today I did the opposite. Today I closed the curtains in the little corner room of the ICU, and I sat with the family, and asked them to tell me about her; tell me about your daughter, tell me about your sister, tell me about your friend. Tell me about how she’s been feeling, tell me about what she did the night before the ER. “She was quiet, she wanted to be a nurse, but she just kept failing all her exams. We think she might have tried to take her own life, but the doctors breezed through all that. They just assumed she was some wasted teen on a Saturday night trying to get high.”
And I knew, it wouldn’t matter what my preceptor had said about taking too long with patients, some day I would speed that up, it wouldn’t matter that I had fumbling hands with A-line, someday I would get it, someday I wouldn’t be so nervous. It wouldn’t matter that every day I felt abandoned by my educator or preceptor, or apologetic for the disappointment they thought I was, as one day I would have the confidence to not look for that validation. It would matter only that I could listen, and maybe use what little skill I had, not learned from any textbook, not garnered from any preceptor, something that would remind me to keep fighting for the patients who couldn’t fight for themselves. Someday I would be faster at that, too.
And so, on the very day I planned to quit, the very day I “graduated” from my preceptorship, I survived. I survived orientation, and it wasn’t because anyone had fought for me. It was because I fought for myself, alone.


~ As told by a graduate nurse, 6 years before she became a preceptor, a mentor, and a charge nurse who remembered what it was like to walk in a new orientee’s shoes.

Murder on the Orient Express updates via Variety today:

  • Branagh and the cast (minus Depp and Pfeiffer) introduced 10-15 min of new and previously unseen “work-in-progress” footage in London today - the introduction of the central characters, the establishing of the murder, plus the epic vistas of snow-capped mountains, and the trailer again from WonderCon
  • The cast loved the camaraderie on set, there was a “wonderful company feel about it”. “What was very extraordinary was that we were all together. It wasn’t like a film where you all do different bits. In this case we were all there all the time.” (Judi Dench, Princess Dragomiroff)
  • For the train interior scenes they have an on-set railway carriage, with pre-recorded background footage rolling in the windows. Branagh: “I found myself going to the end of the train to watch the scenery go by as if I was on a real train, and I wasn’t the only one. Quite a few of us got motion sickness.”
  • The production design is incredible. Josh Gad (MacQueen): “It was surreal. I just had the opportunity to go on the real Orient Express, and the detail that the production team brought is unreal, exquisite. It is so spot-on. For us that intimacy really lends itself to Ken’s vision. When you’re in a confined environment, it creates a sense of unease, even if you have nothing to hide.”
  • James Prichard, Agatha Christie’s great-grandson, said securing Branagh to direct and star was “awe-inspiring.” “He gets the grandeur of the work, and his vision as he first told it us made my hair stand up.”
  • Branagh made a conscious decision to not watch the ‘74 movie version, and advised the cast to do the same: “Our goal is to try and find a new approach. That’s why classic stories are worth retelling.” He also said “there are some surprises.”
What if today was the last day you would practice nursing?
Would you remember the first pair of scrubs you wore, crispy clean not a stain on it?
Would you remember the feeling of being a student nurse, vacillating between feelings of terror every time you entered a room and excitement at what the future would bring?
Would you remember the first patient you took care of all on your own as a new graduate, the first time you took report without anyone hovering over you, the first time you assessed a patient without an instructor, or preceptor bossing you around?
Would you recall the first patient you suspected something was amiss, and followed your instinct, your uncertainty, the inherent part of you that’s vital to your work which isn’t taught in any textbook?
Would you remember, the patients who touched your soul, the patients who broke your heart, the patients who angered you, challenged you, the ones who pissed you off intentionally, the ones you learned from?
Would you see again through your own eyes the very first code of another patient you witnessed, from the crash cart where you stood trembling, but under the safe guidance of a preceptor who walked you through it all?
Would you remember the fear of encountering your first unresponsive patient?
Would you recall the steps you took, the role you played in helping to save the life when you felt as small and inconsequential as a mouse?
Would you recall the moment you carefully crossed your expired patient’s hands and feet, gently closing their eyes, covering them in a shroud, holding back tears lest you appear weak and emotional?
Would you remember the first time you were asked to take charge of the unit, glancing around incredulously as in, “seriously…me?”
Would you recall the first new baby nurse you oriented, the trust as they followed you around, watching your practice, or the feeling you had when you in turn watched them doing something with excitement for the first time?
Would you recall the many times you’ve come onto a shift to find empty IV bags, messy unorganized rooms, incorrect IV solutions hanging, unclean patients, unfair manipulated assignments, IVL’s falling out, or deep sense of foreboding once one patient codes, they come in threes?
Would you remember the nights, days, and moments of potlucks, surprise break room parties, celebrations of births, engagements, honorable prayers of the deceased coworkers, hallway and nursing station trickery and antics?
Would you remember the patients you have lost, a marking on your soul of each encounter?
Would you remember the first patient who looked up at you with trust, and how this made you feel? How it made them feel?
Would you see today differently, if you knew it would be your last?
  • Me, talking to terfys, truscumys and other shit ppl: okay guys remember how some people thought "maybe we should come up with names and terms for our experiences?"
  • Them: ahuh yeah
  • Me: you know how throughout time, people created words. And gave meanings to those words. Like not even talking about uh lgbtaqi+ shit or anything that's just how languages have been working for uh. Forever now
  • Them: go on
  • Me: and we can all agree many of these terms are important and many of them are still being used and have been accepted into common words among society.
  • Them: yes of course
  • Me: some of them might've seemed weird to the ppl at the time and yet they are still regarded as valid as they are now right
  • Them: yes
  • Me: what if... new genders... new orientation names, pronouns.... are the SAME thing but just right NOW and are just society, language and the human experience evolving and changing and-
  • Them: THOSE FAKEY FAKES ARE INVADING OUR COMMUNITY!!! DUMB WEIRD IDIOTS WITH THEIR DUMB WEIRD TERMS!!! DISGUST
  • me: you know I almost had something there but then I remember the human identity may evolve but assholes won't
Eyes of a Student -> RN

Beginnings

It’s the first day of clinicals, first semester, on the unit for the first time. I’m with about 7 other students, all hoarded together, like little lost sheep. “They don’t seem very busy,” whispers one student, as we take in the scene, nurses at the workstation, chatting, laughing, some on their cellphones. I watch them, and I’m wondering what’s behind the smile. I watch them, and I’m wondering if maybe this profession isn’t as hard as I’ve heard. I’m listening as they look in our direction, surreptitiously rolling their eyes at the bright eyed and bushy tailed students who are heading their way. We’re assigned a patient; in pairs, and we look at each other, almost willing the other one to go in first… frightened to see what’s in there, as though we’re in grade school again, and we’re being sent to the Principal’s office. In the end, we go in together, awkwardly holding our clipboards, juggling pens, papers, and pulling out our shiny new stethoscope, earpieces not sitting right until the Primary Nurse strolls in and says, “you won’t hear anything that way,” rolling her eyes again.  The patient is watching us carefully, asking us if we are CIA. We have absolutely no idea what to say to that. End of the day, we’ve survived, we’ve banded together throughout the day, watching, learning…culminating in a post conference… our observations of the nurses on the floor, and I can’t help wondering if what we’re seeing is not what’s really happening. I’m wondering if we are judging what we have no right to be judging.

It’s somewhere in the final semester, and we’re reminiscing; we’re looking back over our time in clinicals, we’re banded together still, going in and out of rooms as one unit, watching the nurses. They look so calm, so collected and pretty damn cool. Except one nurse - she’s sort of running around chasing her tail, and someone says aloud, “wow, she doesn’t seem to have her shit together…” We’re watching the nurses interact with doctors, how did they learn to not be so nervous around them? How did they learn exactly what to say when calling them so they wouldn’t hang up in impatience? They’re still rolling their eyes at us, but it doesn’t matter anymore…soon we will be one of them.  We’re following our instructor around, wishing for some final words of wisdom before we’re let loose into the real world of nursing. She doesn’t have much, except, “never assume that what you see is the real picture…” and we aren’t sure if she’s referring to the patients, or the nurses.

It’s about two months into new graduate orientation, and this is all just suck-town. Clearly what we saw in clinicals was not the real picture. Did these nurses ever feel this way? How did they get through all their work on time? How did they know what to do first? What did they tell themselves each day that made them stick with it?

Maybe around a year as a New Graduate, and despite what people tell you, it doesn’t just fall into place one day. It happens as a sort of domino effect. One day you’re coding a patient, and you just sort of inherently know what to do with one aspect, but feel useless and ridiculously stupid with others. The next time you remember what you felt stupid about, and you build on it. The time after that you anticipate and prep your room/assess your patient differently, but along comes the unexpected somewhere else and you just sort of stumble, saying to yourself well, this just sucks. Then there’s a day when you look around you, and you see you’re not the most inexperienced person in the room, even though it damn well feels like it, and you just sort of realize, it comes together in waves, and it recedes in waves…there’s students in the room, and in memory of your beginning, you don’t roll your eyes at their presence, instead, you invite them to come, come closer.

I have now left my mark on the training program at work.

While I’ve been orienting for my new job, I’ve been using a training version of the software that I’ll be using once I’m actually talking to members over the phone. Using a training version makes complete sense, of course, because then it’s impossible for us to break anything in the process of learning.

One of the things we might have to do is change the name of a member’s doctor. There’s a whole database of doctors’ names, some of them real, some of them created by previous orientees.

Today I had a sudden impulse that I couldn’t ignore.

Yes, there is now a listing in the training provider database for a neurosurgeon by the name of Stephen V. Strange.

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