Senate Responds to Post-Trump Anti-Semitism By Targeting Students Who Criticize Israel
The so-called Anti-Semitism Awareness Act flew through the Senate in two days. Critics fear a chilling effect on pro-Palestinian college activists.

Criticizing Israel = Anti-Semitism? Really? Damn. This will also affect actual Jews who are critical of Israel and their Apartheid behavior toward Palestinians.

Conservatives are now seeking to turn colleges into offensiveness-free safe spaces for pro-Israel people.

How the hell do people write fanficton.

I want to write so bad but I’m terrified that I’ll write out of character? I’m sitting here thinking up plots and AUs and ficlets and stuff that I’m so excited about, and I just can’t put words on paper (or a word document, heh).

What would ______ character do in this situation? I don’t know, I’m not them.

I am soo sick of seeing all this hate within all these communities!!! Why do we keep making new communities because they all end up the same. They start out to get “further away from kink” but then they just turn into another form of antis! Why can’t there just be two communities because that’s all we need. Nonsexual littlespace/regression and sexual littlespace/ageplay

I’m sorry if I lose followers for thinking that way, but I’m tired of all these communities hating on each other strictly because they’re in a certain community??

are you trans? nb? angry at the cis? still run a band blog in 2016? i guess this might be the net for you.

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thats pretty much it! if you have any questions please send them to my inbox! applications will close when i feel fit. results should be posted shortly after the TBA deadline.

New Sensory Side Blog!

Reminder that I have a new side blog specifically for sensory/stimmy stuff! It is a safe space for all LGBTQA, POC and Neurodivergents.

Apparently there’s a big discourse going on in the sensory/stim community and a lot of blogs are openly anti-ace and racist, so I made my own blog. I also have been wanting to make a sensory/safe space blog for myself since the election since my anxiety/depression has been the worst it’s ever been.

As many of you know, I am bi, ace, polyam, indigenous, two spirit and hella neurodivergent so it’s important to me that we have our safe spaces in the sensory community.

Go follow me!

biffbang  asked:

tags: fake relationship, au: air pirates! Love your writing! <3

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy what I do with this…

There’s a section of airspace so closely guarded that many-a pirate has tried and failed to enter it. Security is so tight, and the measures set in place in the zone around it are so intensive, that there is only one man who ever managed to breach it. And even then, he’d been killed. It’s the ultimate prize. All pirates dream of amassing an armada so powerful and great that they can crush the resistance and make free with the heavily laden, luxury air cruisers that roam safely in the space beyond it.

Kylo never thought he’d gain entrance through subterfuge. He’d sacrifice everything to be able to plunder that airspace though - even a year or two of his life, and his dignity.

The partner he ends up forming an agreement with is smart, shrewd, irritatingly handsome and… well, just irritating. If the greatest treasures imaginable weren’t at stake, Kylo wouldn’t bother. He’d let someone else go through the ordeal. But Hux had approached him specifically, because Kylo was perfect for the job. Perhaps Hux thinks he was a little stupid and can be easily duped - something Kylo will kill Hux for if he showed even the slightest hint of betrayal - but it’s Kylo’s lineage that made the whole thing work. The airspace itself is closed off to most normal citizens, but Kylo is anything but normal. He may have turned away from his heritage, but the fact remained: he’s royalty.

How Hux found out, Kylo doesn’t know. He doesn’t much care. Hux is willing to pool resources and sink time into the venture, and is serious and businesslike about the whole thing. The only catch is that they had to pose as a couple: a married couple.

It takes Kylo a while to calm down and accept the idea, but with the final goal in mind he supposes he can do it. He agrees.

Hux is difficult. The whole thing is difficult. Kylo knew from the start it would be hard, but he had no idea just how much so. The constant pretending irritates him. When they’re alone (which isn’t often as they have a small complement of servants - something expected of everyone living there), he’s sullen and snaps easily. The whole thing isn’t helped by the fact that Hux is similar in temperament when needled excessively (which seems to be all Kylo does to the other man). Their clashes are full of vitriol and loathing, and Hux’s words are always unbearably scathing.

Being seen with the other man in public hurts. Kylo can’t stand the lie. If it weren’t for the untold riches almost within their grasp, he’d fold. The gentleness Hux manages to show and the kind touches Kylo finds himself giving too easily are unsettling. They haunt him. When Hux flings barbed insults at him behind closed doors, Kylo wonders why it is they can’t get on. He wonders when he started wanting that.

So he bites back. He gives as good as he gets, and tries to distance himself from what he feels. The end is almost in sight anyway. The stupid, fake life he’s lived (which could have been his life - he was born to this kind of luxury and might have even stayed if he’d found someone like Hux) is almost over. Plans are in place to raid as many strongholds as possible and make off with as much as they can possibly carry.

The last night they spend together is full of bitterness and hatred.

The day after is full of emptiness and longing. Now richer than his wildest dreams, Kylo feels he has nothing. He feels bereft.

Treasure, he decides, isn’t always something tangible. And no matter how many riches he now hoards, he can’t slake his longing for that brief, all to vivid interlude in his life where he and Hux had pretended, and yet it had all seemed so real in the moments Hux had looked over when they had company, and smiled at Kylo as if he truly loved him.

Put an AO3 tag (or two) in my inbox and I’ll write a short fic summary for it.

anonymous asked:

its so funny because the only time ive ever heard the term "breeders" being used as an insult towards straight people was in that short movie where "being gay was the norm" fghjvkghlnmb

biphobia is definitely an intercommunity issue but that’s different than our literal oppressors trying to barge into our safe spaces when they deadass just don’t give a shit about us lmao. not to mention i’ll never take anybody seriously who thinks being aro is more difficult than being bi but that geek was 16 so who cares honestly

anonymous asked:

You say your blog is a safe space and don't fat shame and bully in general but you reblog a "meme" making fun of a male game developer? What, so because he's a larger male nerd, it's okay to bully? Smh.

Ohhhh man. Usually I like to just avoid this stuff, but at the same time, I feel like it’s important to have conversations about interpretation. That’s how you interpreted that post. That’s fair, and I can 100% see where you’re coming from. If you’re willing to tone down the aggression a little bit, I’m willing to have a constructive conversation. It’s important that if I make a mistake then someone brings it to my attention because I promise you, it was unintentional. I stand behind the purpose of my blog: a safe place for all. 

I can tell you that I honestly didn’t see it that way when I reblogged it. What I saw was a guy doing a cosplay of a character from one of my favorite South Park episodes. I saw it as something that was done all in good fun. It could be argued that it was empowering. I think we all know that in cosplay, there is a huge stigma. In the real world, every body type is different. In the “fictional” world, you mostly got two body types to choose from: unrealistic proportioned women or unrealistic athletic men. And it’s most likely that a cosplayer isn’t going to fit that exact image. Furthermore, there are the “cosplay police” out there who openly say things like a POC can’t cosplay a white character, or one can’t cosplay a gender different from their own, or (going back to our original topic) a body type must match the character they are portraying. Or even worse, those same people decide that if you’re over a certain weight or look a certain way, you shouldn’t bother cosplaying at all. Obviously, we know that opinions like those are shitty as fuck. And they should be ignored. 

When it comes down to it: cosplay is supposed to be a fun way to further connect with a character that holds some sort of meaning to you in one way or another. It shouldn’t matter what you look like. 

Now, I’m not going to make assumptions about the man in the video. Though, I will say that it’s heavily implied that he related to the main antagonist of that episode in some way, or just thought it was funny. Moreover, he’s a guy who doesn’t fit the “look” of what those previously mentioned cosplay police demand everyone has, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He dressed up. He went out on stage in front of a crowd. He rocked it. And based on the huge smile he had on his face the entire time, he looked like he was having fun. Because, again: cosplay is supposed to be fun. 

I hope you can see things from my perspective. Empowerment has so many gray lines, and this is a perfect example of two people who view it in different ways. Like I said: these are the types of conversations that need to be had if we hope to move forward as a whole. 

If one post has made you decide that I’m a bully/I advocate bullying, then I’m very sad to hear that. You’re welcome to unfollow me. 

I’ll take down the video. Not because of your aggressive attitude, but because I wholeheartedly believe that you have a point, and if the video made you feel that way, then it is likely that it made others feel that way, so for the sake of everyone’s feelings, I’ll fix it. 

I don’t understand where ppl are running into all these safe spaces. The last safe space (as described by itself) I encountered was my RA’s dorm room in like 2007.

This blog is a safe space for anyone who is:

Non binary
Gender questioning
Gender queer
Gender neutral
(The list goes on)

Reblog if your blog is a safe space too! 😁
Stop mocking “safe spaces”: What the Mizzou & Yale backlash is really about
People who mock "p.c. culture" are ignoring the racial recklessness—and lack of safety—suffered by people of color
By Brittney Cooper

“The suggestion that Black college students who ask not to be confronted with Blackface on Halloween or not to be called “nigger” as they walk through campus are somehow seeking to undercut the power and importance of the Bill of Rights evinces a poor understanding of American History. If the defense of freedom means always defending the right of white people to engage in racial recklessness at the expense of racial minorities, then perhaps we should consider whether freedom is the thing for which we are really fighting.”

Read the full essay here <- VERY USEFUL FOR DISCUSSING THE ISSUE!

if you have people in your communities who make you feel unsafe or like you cannot criticize them, especially if they have risen to positions of assumed authority and leadership, question that.

people don’t make you feel uncomfortable for no reason. talk to other people in your community about them. you will likely find other people who feel the same. you may find the reason why you feel that way.

question people’s actions in an individual context. be critical of anyone who values ideological purity over kindness. be critical of how people use their identities to assume intellectual authority or silence others.

be critical of people who wield academia and intellectualism to gain power within our spaces. just because someone speaks eloquently or uses big words does not mean what they say is right.

abusers exist in every space. they exist within safe spaces. they exist within radical spaces. they exist within friend groups. they assume the language and behaviour of any group they are in and use it to their advantage. they will make you feel ignorant, they will make you feel like youre being oppressive if you question unsafe behaviour, they will make you feel “less radical” or less deserving of space. they will make you feel like your feelings and opinions and autonomy are unimportant.

be wary of this. please. i have started seeing this too much within trans/social justice/radical spaces.

if someone is making you feel uncomfortable, no matter who they are, even if you feel like you “dont have a good enough reason” to feel that way - talk to someone about it.

tl;dr: I regret ever bringing my Judaism online, because I’ve lost my safest space and I don’t know if I’ll ever get it back. This is long, but *shrug* I found it helpful to spell out.

The Internet was the first place where I came out.

The first place where I shared my fiction.

The first place where I felt a part of something bigger than myself.

The first place where I felt activism could be meaningful.

The first place where I wanted to connect with other people.

The first place where I felt safe talking about mental illness.

The first place where I felt safe talking about survivorship.

The first place where I felt safe talking about Judaism.

I’ve started and stopped this post many times over the last six weeks. I wanted to write a “where do we go from here?” post after the Kate Breslin and Nazi Romance issue in August.

But that dragged on, and then there was the concentration camp diet suggested, and then there was Gawker, and then there was a diversity advocate in the YA community last night who flat-out said the only reason that his problematic comments on Judaism/Jewish people were getting attention was “Things that trigger Western ppl are attcked. Things offensive to non-W are not as much.” I’m not linking because he gave a public, heartfelt apology and genuinely listened. He does not deserve to be attacked.

Here’s the rub: it’s a constant build-up of microaggressions and microassaults. It is having to say, “Please do not tweet the Nazi flag into my timeline” when you’re pretty sure that should be a given. It is having to say, “Please stop emailing stories about your Good German Relatives.” It is having to say, “No, I do not want to watch your documentary on whether or not gas chambers were actually used.”

Every. Single. Week. after a lifetime of hearing, “But you don’t look Jewish!” and “At least you’d have survived the Holocaust!” and “yeah, I guess your nose is kind of Jewish.” “Are you cheap because you’re Jewish?” “Your parents only did that because you’re Jewish.” “Well, you’re only half Jewish so I guess it’s okay.” “Wow, your mom must really feel like she failed you if she’s Christian and you guys all grew up to be Jewish.” “You’re not Jewish because your mom isn’t Jewish.” “Oh Jews are okay with queer people?” “Wow, are you scared to fly into Germany?” “Do you like killing Palestinian children?” “Wow you must hate Arabs.” “I bet you laughed when we invaded Iraq.” “Why are you against the war? Don’t you Jews all hate Arabs?” “Why don’t you live in Israel?” “At least you know a lot of lawyers if you get in trouble.” “You’re such a JAP.” “You’re going to be a good Jewish mother because you’re so pushy.” “So you like effeminate guys then?” “You Jews control the media. Just call up your friends.” “Why did your people let the stock market crash?” “Why did you guys kill Jesus?” “Do you talk about killing Jesus at Passover?” “You’re trying to Jew me down.”

It’s traveling in Europe and telling your classmates that they can’t tell anyone you are Jewish. It’s one of them forgetting and shouting about your Judaism in a restaurant in Croatia. It’s the entire restaurant going quiet. It’s you wondering if you will be safe to walk to the bathroom right then. It’s you wondering if you’re safe to travel to a certain country in Europe. It’s you wondering if it’s safe to go to a Kosher market. It’s you walking past police to get into your place of worship. It’s the swastika on your locker. It’s it’s it’s

It’s the bus driver asking you where your horns are.

It’s a tour guide looking at you and saying “Well, we don’t really have a problem with Jews now,” when you’re standing in a genocide site.

It’s someone you consider a friend sending you a link because ‘there’s a debate about whether gas chambers were actually used.’ And his shock when you are horrified.

It is someone capitalizing off the deaths of your relatives, and reveling in it as they publish and refuse to change the racial slur in the first line of their book.

It’s running a diversity campaign and refusing to talk about, support, RT, or address Jewish issues.

It’s running a diversity campaign and failing to protect a dedicated chat space. So much that the contributors go into another, locked and private space, to have the chat and then to post the results when completed.

It’s running a diversity campaign, and then using racially charged language against people in your community.

I try to live my life without regrets. I don’t like them. They sit wrong with me. As a result, yes, I am not a risktaker. I play it safe. And I regret that too. It’s a vicious cycle. I can tell you this:

I have no regret in 2015 bigger than my decision to bring my Judaism into the public sphere. That is, Twitter, Tumblr, and my online spaces.

In doing so, I have destroyed in six months what took me sixteen years to build: a safe place where I can be my most genuine self. Because the constant barrage of anti-Semitism aimed at me, inside my communities, or brought to my attention (intentionally or unintentionally, and I say this without judgment to those involved) is unbearable. It has made me dread every notification, every mention, every email, every vibration and light of my phone.

I am lucky. In general, I can ‘hide’ my Jewishness in public. With blonde hair and blue eyes, I am not your average American’s racial (racist?) stereotype of what a Jew looks like. If I mention it, there’s inevitably, without fail, a microaggression that follows. I know I am lucky to pass. I know I am lucky that the online spaces are where I feel most at risk for my Jewishness.

I do not pass as a non-disabled person, a non-mentally ill person, or a heterosexual person. In the real world, I do not pass for these things, and for these, I fear for my safety, my job, and my privacy. The online world accepts these, but not my Judaism. Or at least, not me being loud about my Judaism. It’s fine if you aren’t loud. It’s fine if you’re not mentally ill, as long as you’re normal at a party. It’s fine if you are queer, as long as you don’t hold hands with your girlfriend in public. It’s fine if

If you do not hold up a mirror to our own faults.

If you don’t make me look at me.

I’ve had more kind comments than cruel ones, it’s true. More people saying I’ve opened their eyes to issues of anti-Semitism in the United States than people who have emailed me Holocaust denial, Holocaust jokes, tweeted swastikas at me, etc. But the cruel ones, the offensive ones, the hate…it sticks to your mind. It bends your back. It sinks into your bones. It exhausts you. It drains you. It destroys.

I don’t know how to make my online spaces safe again. I don’t know how to rebuild what I once had. I don’t know how to ignore things, now that I’ve spoken out about them. What I once emailed a friend about so we could rant in private, I’ve now spoken publicly about. And it now feels like a responsibility, for those who can’t. Both those living, and those killed in the genocide that is being used daily to manipulate, coerce, twist, and generate money.

I’ve thought a lot about how to be better at allying. Ally as a verb, not as a noun. I think and I hope I’ve gotten better at listening and following other discussions and signal boosting. I’ve put my money where my mouth is. I am trying to do better, for my own part. Possibly out of guilt, and maybe that’s not the best reason, but also because I want to do better. I was lucky: for years online, I just hid my Jewishness. And it was possible to hide my Jewishness with my last name and my appearance. But many others can’t do that. And their last ten years online are my last six months. How some of you have survived, I don’t know.

Every time I think my community and world will settle down again, it doesn’t. It might not. Twitter is no longer a place where I find my people and dread strangers. It’s where I dread my own. Holocaust denial from strangers? Sure. Whatever. Delete, block, move on. I’m never going to engage with a Holocaust denier. That’s a fruitless exercise and I have better things to do with my time.

But when anti-Semitism—intentional or unintentional, it honestly doesn’t matter to me right now, even if that’s wrong—comes from friends or from diversity advocates within the literary community, that’s where my heart’s hurt. That’s where I find that I no longer want to be a part of this. I no longer find this something enjoyable. I no longer enjoy getting to know new people in the community.

Because I no longer trust that they’re not one of these writers who wants to spend their afternoon telling me about their Good German family. Or how they’d love to support me but because of Israel killing Palestinian children (“here’s a photo, for example”), they won’t. Or how it’s sad that someone can’t put a swastika on their house. Almost as sad as 11 million people murdered by Nazis.

I wish my “this is what happened in the Summer of Anti-Semitic Bullshit” walkaway post was “And here are the good things that came of it.” Good things? I made a few new friends. And I’m grateful for those friendships. I am! I feel like a negative Nellie.

But right now, my takeaway is: I wish I hadn’t written that blog post about Kate Breslin’s terrible book. I wish I hadn’t seen it, or heard of it, or read about it. I wish it had stayed an obscure hit amongst evangelical readers. I wish I hadn’t supported someone who a week later tweeted a Nazi flag and then said exactly what was said during the Nazi Romance drama: that Jewish issues only get attention because we’re a “Western” religion.

I’ve learned over the last six months in the literary community is:

1. It is more important to the community if you are kind, than if you are heard and respected.

2. Your experiences are ignored or invalid if they are not endorsed by an organization

3. People do not perceive or believe anti-semitism to be damaging, hurtful, or violent because it happens to a majority white or passing white people.

4. Invisible marginalized identities are considered less valid, less truthful, and less important than visible ones.

5. I sacrificed a safe space in order to defend myself against racial stereotypes and erasure. And there was no other way to do it.

Jewish issues don’t often get addressed in literature. There are few YA books about Judaism or Jewish characters that aren’t related to the Holocaust. Your Holocaust bestsellers are written by non-Jewish people and/or centered around non-Jewish characters. Number the Stars. The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. The Book Thief.

Don’t google. Name me a YA fiction bestseller about a Jewish character written by a Jewish author. Name me a YA fiction bestseller about a Jewish character written by anyone. Tell me you haven’t made a joke about a Jewish lawyer, Jewish doctor, Jewish nose.

Maybe I should have been nicer. Maybe I should have been kinder. Maybe I shouldn’t get angry when people use racial slurs against me and my people. Maybe I shouldn’t—

I have regrets.

Activists enforce segregation: ‘Black-only healing space’

Black Lives Matter: Banning Racial Segregation is Racist

At Princeton, black students demand segregation

Black Lives Matter slams public library’s ban on blacks-only meetings as racist

Black students demand segregated spaces from white students

Mizzou Protesters Segregate By Race; White Students Asked To Leave

Black Lives Matter Hosting ‘Blacks-Only’ Event In Portland

Black Students Demand “Segregation Now, Segregation Tomorrow, Segregation Forever”

Black Lives Matter Cries ‘White Supremacy’ after Holding 'Color-Only’ Meetings

Black Students Now “Demanding” Segregation

Black Lives Matter Nashville Demands Racial Segregation. Yep.

Black Students Demand Segregation.

Black Student Groups Demanding Segregation, Safe Spaces

Black college students demand that they be segregated from white peers

How to Be an Inclusive Comic Book Store

So, with all this discussion about how alienating comic book stores can be, here is a super anecdotal, but I think useful, list of ways stores can be more inclusive. Some of these can serve as signs of a welcoming environment for otherwise wary customers and others as advice for people who work behind the counter.

1. You’re a store, not a private club-house

This is one that boggles my mind the most about the gatekeeper culture. We’re businesses, we should be constantly working to expand our customer base. More customers means more business, and it’s not like we’re selling a high profit margin product.

2. Customers come first

When someone walks in the door, great them with a “Hello, how are you?” and some variation on “Let me know if you have any questions!” I can’t go 2 minutes in Best Buy without someone asking if they can help me find anything and comic book stores shouldn’t be any different.

3. Don’t assume why someone is there

Ask them what brought them in today. It’s a great way to start a conversation and makes it easier for you to help them find something to buy. The couple that just walked in, maybe the girl is introducing her boyfriend to comics for the first time. Maybe the guy in the Batman t-shirt has never read a comic book in his life and leaves happily with a subscription to Captain Marvel, Hawkeye and Young Avengers. (Both of these obviously are actual things that happened in my store)

4. If it’s popular online, it’s going to sell

Is a new comic generating a lot of buzz? Take a risk and buy some extra copies for the shelf and put it somewhere easy to spot. A recent example is Ms. Marvel. We bought nearly as many copies of it as our best-selling Marvel title and still sold out of it in the first two days.

5. Keep your store clean

There should not be so many people who feel the need to comment on how clean the store I work at is. This is kind of a Retail 101 thing. Once again, this isn’t your private space, make it welcoming.

6. Be willing to change

The comic book industry is (slowly) changing and stores shouldn’t have problems keeping up. There are comics to be found beyond the Big Two, with companies like Image and Boom are putting out new awesome and innovative books every month. If you walk into a store and you don’t see award winning (and lucrative) books like Saga on a recommendation rack, take that as a warning sign.

If you’re nervous, go with a friend. If you do/don’t feel welcome, make sure other people know using awesome resources like Comics should be for everyone!