When someone says “Islam isn’t a race”
YES
(Source: redplebeian)
“Finding within Islam” would be my alternative to “reconciling with Islam”.
Reconciliation carries a large set of assumptions: about Islam, how it relates to the world, and how we relate to it. When reconciling, our focus is set outwards, as opposed to being inwards
I’m still mulling it over, but it’s really growing on me
Showing “solidarity” with Muslim lgbtq individuals by wearing a “burqa”?
NO. HELL NO. GRUMPY CAT NO.
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And filichka added:Discourse on (un)veiling in a nutshell: unveil, reveil, surveil, preveil
The Male Ga(y)ze. The Orientalist Ga(y)ze. The Western Ga(y)ze. The Homosexual Ga(y)ze.
“Shut up white boy and let the subalterns speak” — Screamed that out in my dream last night!
“Colonialism is a regime of lies. It systemically dismembers and subsequently hides truth. The mechanisms behind the production of lies are themselves institutional. In each and every wing of its organization, from its law to its media, from its medicine to its social sciences, from its political figures to its managerial personnel, the capacity to produce lies in a synchronized and harmonious fashion constitutes the foundations of a colonial regime. A colonial regime usurps not only labor and productive resources of a people, but also aims at usurping the very foundations of their truth. Hence, violence, law, and knowledge operate in such seamless harmony. Colonialism is a disaster that continuously poisons and rots bodies and social relations. Only through truth, and nothing but the truth, could one stand up to this disaster. Truth, meanwhile, is only produced through resistance, action, and solidarity. Once faced with the truth of a people who resist, act, and stand in solidarity, the colonial order of things loses its capacity to produce lies.” — Nazan Üstündağ
Discourse on (un)veiling in a nutshell: unveil, reveil, surveil, preveil
Sext :
When you appear, rainbows disappear
mmsexting
Manning Lady Gaga (Hala Ali)
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I creep like sharia. I creep like sharia. I creep like sharia. I creep like sharia. I creep…
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.Or does it explode?
— Langston Hughes
Dmitry Anisimov - Dark Aesthetics, 2013
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