Here’s a thing that happened to one of my friends. I was there.
Basically we were walking down the sidewalk, talking about dick. God, I love dick. Then this bus screeches up, stops next to us, and a bunch of people with “down with bottoms” shirts climbed out and started beating him up. I was punched and kicked a bit too, but I managed to avoid brutalization by fending them off with the three dildos I keep in my ass. After figuring out what’s happening, I started attacking them back, getting them off of him. He was quite injured but I called 911 and he made a full recovery at the hospital thanks to a life-saving cum transfusion. I was fine, with only a cut on my arm that they patched up.
One year ago at this time, 2:02am ET, Omar Mateen entered the Pulse nightclub in Orlando, FL, and proceeded to murder 49 people and injure 53.
All autopsy reports showed that the victims were shot either from the side or from the front, at a close distance, multiple times. More than one-third were shot in the head. There were over 200 gunshot wounds in the 49 fallen. It wasn’t until Septemeber of last year that the last surviving victim was released from hospital.
The attack is the deadliest mass shooting by a single shooter in United States history; the deadliest incident of violence against lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender (LGBT) people in the history of the United States - surpassing the 1973 UpStairs Lounge arson attack - and the deadliest terrorist attack in the United States since the September 11 attacks in 2001.
It bothers me, and most of the LGBTQ community I would imagine, that such hatred still exists toward us in 2016/2017. In a time of political drama everyday, media tet-e-tets, and social firestorms, it’s more crucial than ever to maneuver in love, and strength, and understanding. Be strong, but don’t be stupid. Be alert, but don’t be scared. It breaks my heart that so many of us are still facing abusive interactions from random people and family. Where in the hell does it end?
Let’s never forget, and celebrate the lives of, the fallen.
Our hearts go out to the families of Nabra Hassanen and the victims of the attack on Finsbury Park Mosque. The Planned Parenthood community is committed to standing with our Muslim colleagues and patients, as well as Muslims around the world facing oppression. We condemn these acts of terror and any attempt to spread intimidation, hate, or violence against people because of their faith.
On Monday, the Council on American-Islamic Relations released a new report detailing a 91% increase in anti-Muslim hate crimes within the first six months of 2017 compared to the same time period in 2016.
According to the civil rights group, 2016 was the worst year recorded for anti-Muslim hate crimes since it began documenting incidents in 2013.
The new report also found that anti-Muslim bias incidents rose 24% compared to that same time period in 2016. Read more.(7/18/2017 6:00 PM)
Thank you very much to @isexuallyidentifyasanah-64 for messaging me and giving me this idea that I simply had to write! Feel free to reblog and add something if you’d like, or message me with a prompt or thought! Please let me know if there are any grammatical errors.
The word ‘hurt’ wasn’t even in their vocabulary.
The Remolian people were impossibly peaceful, to the point where most humans thought they were a myth.
“Legends say that the Remolians have never had bloodshed…never bred a person with the idea to kill…some say they don’t even have weapons! They don’t even know about wars or conflict!”
They lived on a planet the natives called Pik'loen (Pick-low-en). The planet itself seemed to never have been damaged. No dying atomosphere, no poisoned resources - not one species they’ve discovered has gone extinct!
“Come on, dude, that’s not possible. There’s always at least one guy in a group that wants to hurt others. It’s just…”
Now, of course, to people from Earth, this was an otherworldly concept. There was murder and chaos and fights hundreds of times every-single-day on Earth. Children’s games were mostly about slaughtering enemies and causing pain. Gore, death, man-slaughter, mass genocide - there was even a game devoted to commiting crimes and killing everyone in sight!
Truly, when the humans were faced with the idea of no violence, they were shocked. To say the very least.
“But how do they enforce the law?”
“Remolians don’t need to enforce anything. Their people follow every rule. Every-single-rule.”
“What about war? Maybe they went through a bad war to make them this way,”
“Nope. They’ve never heard of war.”
“Have they ever seen blood?!”
“Well duh. Everyone bleeds when they fall down.”
When the Remolians and the humans met, well…that was its own tale.
First, it was Captain Jeut-Bau that encountered a human ship.
“What lovely craftsmanship!” The Captain praised as Captain Chris gave her a tour. “Your technicians must be wondrous!”
Captain Chris chuckled. “Yeah, human mechanics know their stuff. Even if they do argue all the time.”
Captain Jeut-Bau paused and removed her hand from the metal wall. “What is…argue? Is that a form of mating?”
“Oh, no,” The human put a hand to her chin. “Well, sometimes. But for the most part, it’s when two people have a disagreement over something, and they become upset with each other. It can get kind of hostile with them always spewin’.”
“Hos…tile?” Captain Jeut-Bau shook her head and put a hand on her own shoulder. “My people do not have these words. I do not know what you mean when you say people argue.”
“Well, it’s like…It’s sort of…” Captain Chris sighed. She waved the Remolian to follow her. “Come with me, I’ll show ya.”
They walked down to the ‘machine room’, as Captain Chris called it. She said it was where the technicians worked and tinkered with the ship’s mechanics.
When the door opened, Captain Jeut-Bau became the first Remolian to witness a fight. They had just walked in on one human male looking upset and raising its voice at another human male, who was doing the same, but making wild movements with its limbs.
“I told you, Oliver,” the first male hissed, holding a screwdriver, “The washer goes on the shaft, then the nylock, and then the damn gear! The washer shouldn’t go after the gear, because that’s just a waste of the shaft collar we’d have to put on top of it! What aren’t you getting here?!”
The second male, called Oliver, raised his foot and put it back on the ground quick and with force. It reminded Jeut-Bau of when her crewmates would stumble and attempt to keep their balance. “What aren’t you getting, you arse?! What is the bloody point of putting a washer where it isn’t needed?! If you insist on having one on engine four, at least try to make sense of it!” Oliver made a noise like a large exhale, but it sounded rude and not tired like Jeut-Bau was used to.
“You Americans don’t ever do anything right!”
“Woah woah woah,” the first male strengthened his hold on his tool and raised it. “Don’t you dare say anything about my country when yours throws a fit everytime a colony rebels against it!”
“Okay blokes! Don’t knock something!” Captain Chris hurried forward and stepped in between the two, cutting off the conversation.
Or was that an…argue? Maybe it was a hostile? Jeut-Bau thought. I have never seen anything like that before.
“Let’s not start the Revolutionary War again on this ship.” The Captain crossed her arms and looked at the mechanics in a way that made Jeut-Bau feel guilty. “Oliver, drink some tea and play chess. Rick, shoot some fireworks and have a slab, eh? Dismissed.”
The two gave each other one last glance - a stronger version of the guilt-inducing look Captain Chris had given - before turning and walking out of different doors.
Captain Chris sighed as she came back to Jeut-Bau. “I’m sorry about that mate, those two are always hot under the collar. Day 'n night, I tell ya.”
“What is…war?” Jeut-Bau almost didn’t want to ask the question. It sounded bad.
Captain Chris blinked and stared at the Remolian. “You aren’t pulling my leg, are you?”
Jeut-Bau was confused. “I am not touching you.”
“No, uh, I mean-” She shook her head. “You don’t know what war is?”
Jeut-Bau was tempted to make her denying gesture from her planet, but decided it would only confuse the human. “No. Could you tell me?”
“Er, well, yeah, just - don’t you know about fights? Battles? Does your planet have weapons?”
“Weapons?” Jeut-Bau suddenly lit up and smiled. “Ah! You must mean the werple creatures we co-exist with!”
“No. I don’t even know what a werple is.” Jeut-Bau watched Captain Chris’ face become upset. “Have you - Haven’t you ever been hurt?”
Silence hung thick in the air.
Jeut-Bau didn’t understand what had upset Captain Chris. The pleasant and almost happy body language she displayed when Jeut-Bau came aboard had left her entirely. It was replaced with what could have been many things - all of which, Jeut-Bau unfortunately didn’t know how to interpret.
“I-” Jeut-Bau felt strange when she broke the silence. “I know what upset means. When our young cannot get what they want, the ones who haven’t yet learned how to be paitient begin to do what we call Eecnajk - it is when a liquid-”
“-comes out of their eyes and their face gets all red?” Captain Chris finished quietly. “And there’s a look in their eyes you don’t understand as they make loud noises and cause you to feel upset too?”
“Yes!” Jeut-Bau all but yelled. “Does your planet have this too?”
“Yeah, we call it crying. All humans do it, regardless of age. When you’re young it’s just because like you said; they don’t get their way. When you’re older, you cry because someone made you feel sad. Do you know what sadness is?” Captain Chris was looking at Jeut-Bau in a new way. Jeut-Bau wasn’t sure if she like it.
“I do not…” Jeut-Bau answered slowly. “Is this like an argue?”
“No. When you argue, you’re mad. When you cry, you’re sad. Do you know what anger is? It’s the same as being mad.”
“I do not.” Jeut-Bau felt somewhat alone, as she did not know what these seemingly common human things were.
Captain Chris stared incredulously. “This is ridiculous. You - You mean to tell me that your people have never been angry? Don’t you guys get into fights? Or have small spats?”
“Fights? Spats? No, my people don’t do these things.”
“I do not know what a battle is. However sometimes we fall to the ground and experience pain on our bodies! It fades quickly.”
“What about killers?”
“Killers? Are those another race? Or a creature?”
“No!” Captain Chris snapped. Jeut-Bau flinched - it was an automatic response, but she’d never done it before. What was it for?
She felt anxious. Wait, no, anxious isn’t the right word…but it’s the best she can think of. She’s never felt like this - her chest is emmiting somewhat painful and rapid beats, her transportation limbs feel the need to quickly leave, and a part of her wanted to cease conversation with the human captain completely. What was this odd feeling?
Captain Chris immediately took a step back. Her eyes held what looked like vague anxiety or guilt, but with all of these new things humans seem to feel Jeut-Bau wasn’t sure.
“I-I’m sorry, Captain Jeut-Bau.” She apologized. Her hands seemed to trying to curl in on themselves tightly. “I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just, you know, hurt is-”
“Scare?” Jeut-Bau realized with a out-of-synchronization beat her voice did not sound like normal. It held a quiver and sounded more nervous than curious, like she meant.
“Uh, yeah.” Captain Chris shifted on her feet. “It’s when you get really nervous and anxious, and your mind is overrun with panicked thoughts. And your body reacts as if preparing to run. But besides that…
“It’s just - that’s crazy, to me, you know?” She sighed and ran a hand through her head-fur. “Humans get hurt all the time, and to think there’s a species that’s never had it before? Hurt is a bad thing, mate! Pain sucks!”
“Wait…so hurt is perhaps when you fall down?” Jeut-Bau had relaxed now, but was still feeling anxious. “Because then I would understand.”
“No - well, actually, yes, but that’s called physical pain.” Captain Chris crossed her arms. “We have this thing called emotional pain, in which our hearts hurt and we feel bad. Like, really bad. Normally it’s only triggered by arguments and…deaths, really.”
“Oh! Death!” Jeut-Bau smiled. “We have this on our planet! It is when an older Remolian that has lived for a long time leaves us and does not return.”
Captain Chris made a soft growling sound. “Mm-hm. The dead don’t come back.”
Jeut-Bau noticed that Captain Chris’ eyes gained a layer of the liquid that came from youngs’ eyes when they Eecnajk. She suddenly felt compelled to move on.
“Perhaps we can carry on with this subject another day!” Jeut-Bau clasped her hands in front of her stomach in a hopeful gesture. “As for this moment, I would love if you would come onto my ship and allow me to give you a presentation!”
Captain Chris looked up. She paused, then smiled and relaxed her posture. “Sure thing, mate, let’s go to your pod.”
Happily, Jeut-Bau began walking alongside the captain back to the pod she used to board the humans’ ship.
“Oh, may I ask a question?”
Jeut-Bau decided that meant yes. “Do your young also experience 'hurt’ and 'argue’?”
“Oh yeah, our kids play games that are beyond violent. Like, really messed up stuff, mate.”
“What do you mean, 'violent’?”
“Well, to be violent usually means to kill someone…as in, make them die. On purpose.”
“So that’s the one thing you understand?”
“You allow these activites to influence and entertain your young?”
“Yeah, they enjoy it, so it’s no harm lettin’ 'em have a little fun. Wouldn’t you agree?”
And although Captain Jeut-Bau was the first to encounter a human ship and learn about human life, many Remolians agreed she should also be the last.
If you claim to be a feminist and then celebrate a girl or woman being beaten or punched because she holds different political opinions than you do, I am very wary of your idea of feminism - especially if the assailant was a man.