#christians do not interact

[researchgate]

In all honesty?? I never truly minded white Jesus in art, because christians of every ethnicity in different countries have made Jesus in their image and it just shows their belief in how Jesus is in any of them and represents them all and is more than just a middle eastern guy on shrooms who had a cult following, he's a whole religion by and of himself. I hate religion but the way Jesus was made everyone is interesting and quite charming.

Christians do NOT interact.

[caddy-crystal-queen]

Another life update!

So...who wants to see what the hell my rooms looked like for the past two weeks?

Yep.

That is what I've been living with for the past two weeks. And they were gonna leave it like this...AND NOT SAY A DAMN THING!!!!!!

So my mother supposedly has friends who can do get this done in a weekend. I call bullshit personally. I seriously fucking think the house is cursed, and I know why...

Tw: mention of abuse and cancer under the cut.

So before my mom got with her ignoramus ass boyfriend, she was married to another dude. This dude was a narcissistic psycho, who wound up treating my mom and siblings horribly, putting them through all kinds of hell. He wound up dying of colon cancer a few years ago, and my mom has said she's never dealing with that again.

Well...she still has the fuckers ashes outside. She refuses to let him in the house (understandably so) but I think all of us who know anything about the paranormal know that bad/angry spirits don't need to be inside to do damage, not necessarily to the house but to the residents.

Guys,I didn't have to put up with his bs because I lived down south. And now I think he's pissed at my mom and taking it out on me because I never had to deal with his assholery too much in life. So in death the bastard is making up for very much lost time. Physically I feel mostly fine. But emotionally and mentally, and spiritually, not so much.

I'm trying so hard not to lose my faith. I love my gods (I'm kemetic pagan) but I feel as though they aren't on my side in this. I feel like honestly no one really is aside from my own boyfriend. I'm having a goddam crisis and I feel alone. I tried to bring up my concerns with my mom and she basically laughed it off (the house was cleansed a while back she said) and her ignoramus boyfriend told me I was the one cursed (I about punched him in his shitty face for that), and basically berated me for feeling/believing as I do, all because his ass was homeless before he knew my mom (little does he seem to realize I think he's a part of the curse).

I just...I don't know what the fuck to do honestly. I don't know how to get over this feeling. How to get my faith back...how to get over this curse. My mom refuses to let his ashes go, and I feel it's only going to escalate.

I don't know what I want/need from this. Mostly just to talk and maybe find someone to talk with about my faith since I don't really connect with the kemetic community at large. If it helps I work with Thoth primarily, but I've also worked with Hathor and Bastet. But like I said I don't feel like any of them are on my side in this.

[aux-squiggle]

Understand that men and women are fundamentally the same. They were treated as such in our pre-civilization hunter-gatherer societies. The issue rests in the rise of imperialism, around 12,000 years ago or earlier. As many civilizations have pillaged and colonized other tribes seeking to hold ownership over them and have executive control, men seek to have executive control over the resource women possess.

As a class, we (women) generally have the ability to give birth, and can be widely expected to have this ability at some point in our lives. Childbirth is a fundamental resource, necessary for the multigenerational survival of a group. Like imperialists, men imperialize upon women, the owners of the childbirth resource, in order to control it.

In fact, for an imperial force to go out and oppress other tribes and societies, they must imperialize themselves, wherein the men imperialize upon women. They must wake up and go to sleep in imperialism. They must etch it into the folds of their brains, and convince themselves this is the natural order of humanity.

This imperialism is a patriarchy. Where women are subdued and silenced in totality, their names barely kept in the records, all treated like a resource. To further the subjugation and harden the chains, they use rape, beating, economic exclusion, verbal violence, and many other forms to keep women below them.

As such, for the past 12,000 years, men's very identities have moulded themselves around the oppression of women. Men implicitly and explicitly know they do not have the childbearing, baby-feeding, resource; they can only activate the former. This creates an envy.

Though men would seldom like to be impregnated and carry a child for themselves, the fact that the childbearing resource is in the body of an animate human, a woman, rather than belonging to men, or available in an inanimate harvest, is where the envy lies. The day when a man felt he wished for birth to be harvestable, rather than blessed upon him (likely the day he wished for food to be harvestable, rather than for nature to bless it upon him), is the day the envy became (perceivedly) insurmountable.

Envy causes insecurity, and insecurity causes vapidity. Vapidity harms the ego, ego of which instilled into us long ago as single-celled organisms, as ego is hand-in-hand with self preservation. The ego is the end result of the identity, and a harmed ego is a harmed identity.

Instead of to backtrack along the source of this harm, the men chose to overcompensate for their harmed identity. Instead of exist with a piece missing, and to realize the root of their bruised ego is the viewing of birth as a commodity to be harvested, they solidified birth's commodity status by lording themselves over women.

Men live in a fake identity. Their concept of self is centered around women, however instead of looking up to women, they look down upon us. They look upon women with disdain, apply pain, suffering, and create religions saying the creator of the universe intended this suffering to be so.

They created a code of conduct for themselves; masculinity, to compensate for lack of identity, and created it to be in opposition to whatever woman was. They created a code of conduct for women; femininity, and created it to embody subjugation and enslavement. They brainwashed us and themselves to believe femininity is inherent to womanhood, and to believe masculinity is inherent to manhood.

Open your eyes to the men who cry "misandry," as you will see what they consider misandry is an attack on their identity, and their identity is misogyny. As such, it can only be reasonable to be misandristic, insofar as one's misandry is an attack on misogyny, and every branch of same.

[vouam]

I love radfems that aren’t afraid to criticise certain religions.

I would like to see more of it tbh, a lot more.

I live in a country that is not very religious, and so sometimes feminists in my country don’t address it as much as they should. Think about the entire worlds population and the prevalence of religion in society, its impact on culture, the government, the law. Almost all of the oppressive ideology promoted by major religions is aimed at women.

Here’s just a few things that major religions promote/justify:

- Child marriage

- Sex slavery

- Purity culture

- Modesty culture

- Victim blaming

- Less inheritance for women

- Women’s witness testimony worth less than a man

- Silencing of women in public spaces

- Polygamy only for men

- Gendered stereotypes

- No financial freedom for woman

- Physical abuse

- Emotional and verbal abuse

The list goes on and on and on, this just scrapes the surface.

I honestly argue that these religions should be one of main things we address and fight against. They are the blueprint of modern patriarchy.

[radykalny-feminizm]

Another based TikTok woman being 100% right about religion, love the tendency ✊

[cookthepenguin]

[disrealities]

Alternatives for system / alter (with gothic religious themes!) — self indulgent!

"system" . . . Church, Acyl, Sainthood, Sheol, Religion, Faith, Cloud, Sect, Conclave, Nave, Followers, Furore, Devout, Clergy, Duomo, Congregation, Laity, Penitential, Choir, Hierarchy, Cathedral, Altar, Chapel, Diocese, Monastery, Abbey, Convent, Eucharist, Churchyard, Shrine, Sacristy

"alter" . . . Worshippers, Disciples, Devotees, Hymns, Ritualists, Sinners, Lambs, Doves, Prior / Prioress / Priory, Nuns, Priests, Frairs, Abbess, Clerics, Vaticans, Vicar, Bishops, Divines, Advocates, Prophets, Celestials

[redditreceipts]

how about the men who are apparently weak enough to "stumble" when seeing an underage girl's developing breasts are just not fit for Christian heaven and by constantly accomodating them, you are actually getting in the way of God's plan to send only the righteous to heaven? Because a guy who puts his own comfort over the safety of another person isn't that righteous after all and won't get into heaven either way.

(I don't really believe in Christianity btw, I am just trying to follow the argument of not cause men to "stumble" instead of teaching them how to be a righteous person. in my opinion, the latter would get them into heaven at a much higher rate than just making girls vulnerable to car accidents)

[lilithism1848]

[edonee]

After your harassment forced me to delete my old side blog, I now hope every terf ever gets the junko furuta treatment.

i have no idea who u are dawg

[venusiansage]

one of my friends completely transformed into a religious freak and i’m so worried about her.

she was born into a Catholic family and had always believed in God and whatnot, but it was only recently that she got much worse—to the point where she would “rebuke” seeing a sign for voodoo doughnuts, and said she would pray for me because i happen to own a deck of tarot cards. she believes in demons and believes you can let demons into your life by watching someone cast a spell in Harry Potter or watching American Horror Story. she thinks every celebrity is evil (most likely true lol) but in the way of they sold their soul for their fame.

there was about a year period where she completely isolated from everyone due to poor mental health + bouts of psychosis, and she recently confided in me that the only thing that helped her though it was her local church group. so we have yet another example of religious people taking advantage of vulnerable people and brainwashing them into thinking they’ll always be okay so long as they accept jesus.

she even tried to evangelize me, and when I politely pushed back with my reasoning of christianity being inherently misogynistic, she had no real response to my arguments besides “us calling God ‘He’ has nothing to do with misogyny, actually!”

i don’t know what to do…she’s one of my oldest friends (we’re in our mid 20s and i’ve literally known her since kindergarten) and i don’t want to cut her off, but she’s really starting to freak me out.

[thatcanadianfangirl]

Little Mouse

Cody Christian x Female Reader/ OC

Summary: On her gym anniversary, she shares a cute moment with her favourite trainer and friend. Suspecting he has feeling for her she’s can’t help but coil back in fear.

WC: 1.6k+

Contents: trainer Cody x female, written in first person, no use of y/n, only pet name, gym, no negative body image, vomiting, pining, intense emotions, friends, his pov, no smut (but this is a no minor zone)

Message: Posting a Flash as I work through my new the first part of my veterinarian series for Cody. I’m slowly getting back into writing so it might be awhile

I adjusted the gym bag over my shoulder a little higher. I feel like I bathed in extacy for an hour, the high is hitting me at full force. I walk into the public gym with confidence dripping off me. Today marks an entire 365 days since I’ve flipped, I’m fucking proud of my self for pulling that shit off.

“Someone’s glowing!” Cody, one of the trainers that resides with this location says, his lips are pink as a congratulatory smile spreads on his lips.

“What can I say, it feels good to be a gym rat!” I say with playful pride. Reaching the front desk where he hides behind.

“Oh please you’re not Gym Rat material yet!” He chases back and a rush of electricity runs up my spine when his voice knocks down an octave or two.

“Christian, you’ve taught me all I know. If I’m not a Gym Rat by now? That definitely speaks volumes to your commitment to this gym.” I tease with a shit- eating- grin.

“I’m just teasing baby, you became a Gym Rat the moment you met me huh?” He says it so casually that I couldn’t process the words he spews. Me and Cody seemed to have this best friends who pine after the other variant of romantic relation, we ping pong harmless flirting every chance we get,but this gorgeous man in front of me, has never called me Baby.

I didn’t want to look too much into it, over the last year Cody always managed to involve me in his woman drama. Solely on the fact that I happen to be his friend and a woman. Yay me, suffering in pain. Love that for me.

Although I haven’t heard anything lately and it has the cogs turning, I truly wanted the man but I was unsure if he wanted me.

“I take pre-work out and jam protein powder before 12am. I portion control and train 4 times a week. If anything? I’m a Training Mouse.” I laugh trying to shoe away the feeling he gave by calling me, Baby.

“But it works for you and your lifestyle, you’ve made so much progress this year, I officially promote you to Gym Rat.” Cody stands straight and extends his back, his chest grows against the fabric of his shirt. So tight against his skin I can see the threads stretch beyond repair.

He seems to pull an imaginary crown from his back pocket, he fakes amazement as he looks at the jewelry in his palm. Trying to reach the crown towards me, his hips are caught by the desk and I laugh at his childish behaviour as he rounds the reception desk.

I could only laugh at this gorgeous man making me fall out of the sky, burning for him. “No laughing, this is a serious ritual.” He tries to say it sternly but fails miserably when a grin slips as our eyes meet.

He’s close and I can practically taste his cologne in my throat, I didn’t care, Cody could break my bubble any day he pleases.

“I, Cody Christian, trainer at this establishment, now present you, Baby, as an official Gym Rat on the celebration of your one year anniversary of feeding this place your money.” He softly gestured for me to bow my head. And I obey rolling my eyes playfully at this scene he created for me.

His warm muscular body hovers over mine and I’m engulfed in a glowing heat, his calloused hands brush the center of my scalp, placing the crown on my head. I smile graciously and wave like the queen, He makes me feel like in this little made up world of his.

“You know, Gym Mouse. Has a softer touch and fits better. Don’t ya think, Christian?.” He squints his eyes at me and I my cheeks cramp, Cody’s aura makes me feel alive again.

“You just don’t know how to appreciate anything I give you.” He winks at me before fake pouting all the way back around the desk.

“Thank you, Cody. Your support in my health journey has motivated me to thrive as much as I have.” A soft blush rounds his ears and I break eye contact in fear. I liked thinking the little hints of attraction from him is my delusional mind running on bright colours. It's pathetic to even admit this as an adult, but god was it easier to think of him as my best friend who I just happen to be attracted to.

“Don’t mention it, really. It’s my job.” The atmosphere clicked off and it felt like this entire interaction was mere dreaming.

His job.

He demoted me.

“Yeah. Of course…” I drag on and his eyes are a dull blue as he watches me under his steel gaze. Fetching my keys I hold the baby pink fob up to the scanner finally. The small glass gate pops open towards me and I give Cody one last glance before heading in.

It’s confusing to see longing swirling inside.

“Enjoy your session.” Garrett, the actual receptionist stationed at the front pipes up. A million watt smile desperately plastered, giving an aura of overkill niceties.

“I will.” I say flatly into the blue eyes of the white wolf.

Her expressionless eyes send an arrowhead into my heart, leaving a hole in its wake. I trail her figure until she heads for the women’s only section tucked in the back of the building.

“You’re fucked.” Garrett spit into my ear, watching her hips sway out of view.

“Did you not see the fucking fear in her eyes when she was thanking me?” I seeth out, not fond of hom taunting me with her again.

“Oh I’m pretty sure the rover from mars saw it. She’s afraid of how you make her feel, I’ve never physically seen a woman pine for a man before, but the way she looks at you? It’s genuine.” Garrett crosses his arms over his chest and pops one of those disgusting protein chips in his mouth.

I sighed loudly, throwing my head back in frustration , “she’s not ready.” I speak to myself.

“No one is ever ready for anything even if you had a bulletproof vest strap to your chest you still wouldn't be ready for it.Not that you need it or anything.” He chuckles to himself lightly, taking in the gains I’ve build form the ground up.

“You’re kinda wise when you’re not being a complete asshole.” I scoff at him trying to contain any composure I had left. A little disappointed I didn’t think of it before, how could I? when my heart hammered inside my chest at the sound of her voice.

The image of her on the first day is imprinted in my brain. She's an anxious mess, but she stayed with me the entire time during the tour and equipment tutorials, she was quiet as she trailed me and I couldn't help but feel a little protective over her. It gave me a sense of purpose and she couldn't pry it out of my grasp if she tried, but knowing me I’d let it slip and let her have it.

At the end of it all I asked what brought her in and her eyes lit up and I wanted to save it at all costs.

“I’m just looking to improve my health and tone up my muscles a little. Nothing too majorly restricting.” The small glint in her eyes gave away the fact she did her research and knew exactly what she wanted to do. Fuck I admired that shit.

Pulling into my apartment parking lot I notice a familiar vehicle parked on the side. The engine and lights are off, the driver is long gone and I finger the roof of mine so aggressively, I feel like I pulled a wrist vein, or something of that sort.

Cody is here and he’s waiting for me, we’ve hung out outside of the gym, but only at public places. It wasn’t anywhere private like mine or his, was there a purpose for that? Cody always invited me out and I’ve done the same. The realization digs into me and I have the urge to throw up.

We were hiding in plane fucking sight.

It builds up, and I struggle to open the door of my own car. The seat belt is restraining me inside, I manage to click myself out before heaving the contents over the cement.

“Fuck, that’s disgusting.” I mumble, staring at the contents on the front tire of my car. Cringing, I manage to bring myself to my knees.

Feeling a pull I glance in that direction and Cody stands there and embarrassment engulfs me and I have the frantic urge to get in my vehicle and disappear until I have no idea who I am.

He’s silent as he stares at me slowly making his way for me and I’m too weak to flee from him.

I’ve never seen him so vulnerable before, Cody had a bright and positive aura about him and maybe that’s what cured my mentality.

He’s quiet as he rests himself next to me against the hood of my car, never glancing at the vomit on the ground. No cringe and not a hint of disgust at the slime on my shoes.

His palm is warm crawling across my thigh and captures fingertips with such tenderness. He brings my hand into his lap and covers my hand entirely with both hands, holding mine hostage. It lit a flame inside, warming my soul for the rest of the universe.

“You know I…” Cody starts and trails off slowly, my heart tingles at I’m eager to here what he has to say, because this entire day let up to now, here, with him.

“You’re an amazing fucking Human being.” He clenches my fingers tighter and I can hear the aggressive rhythm of his heart faintly in his chest.

He’s for real.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I say with a teasing smirk, gleaming on my lips. Cody rolls his eyes into the back of his head dramatically and I shake my head playful in return.

[kawaiiradfem]

christians praise "god" because he "created life", yet women do that every single day. males just took what women do and described it to a male, worship it when he does it but not when women do it, and then also call us dirty when we are menstruating or after we have given birth, twice as long if it's a daughter (leviticus 12)

[radykalny-feminizm]

I had the dubious pleasure of learning about the most insane and disgusting person I've heard about in a long time, and I don't want to be alone with this knowledge, so.

This is Christian Weston Chandler (aka Christine aka Chris Chan)

He's an internet personality who was once popular in certain online circles because of his absolutely unhinged behavior and susceptibility to being trolled.

A handful of facts:

He's an extreme incel who, for most of his life, desperately tried to find a partner while claiming that he only needs a woman for sex

At one point he paid a woman so he could rape her

He created and published sexually explicit drawings of female bodies on the internet, including those of women he knew in real life who, of course, did not consent to such things

In addition to being a misogynist, he's also a racist and homophobe. In his own words: if I could have it my way, I'd make it illegal and forbidden to have homo men; women are safe

Surprise, one day he started identifying as a woman and an ally of the LGBT community. He assumed a new identity solely because he thought it would give him sexual access to lesbians. But hey, TRAs keep saying that such things don't happen, so we're good

He thought he was able to magically grow a vagina and showed off his infected taint gash as his new vagina

If you think that's already pretty bad, the worst was yet to come. In 2021 he was arrested for raping his 79-year-old dementia-ridden mother. That's right. If you've ever wondered about the embodiment of evil and degeneration, here it fucking is. The justice system didn't buy into his bullshit identity and treated him as a male. Unfortunately, he was released from jail in March 2023, and in August the same year his incest charge was dismissed as a result of his lawyer having filed for an autism disorder deferred disposition. Which is fucking outrageous and bullshit because hello?? Autism doesn't make you want to rape your own elderly mother??

I don't even have a proper conclusion to all of this. No words in any language can express my absolute contempt and disgust for this moid.

And for TRAs who don't understand why women don't want "trans women" in their spaces - this is why.

[actual-changeling]

Bro just think about Michael and Joan of Arc in the good omens universe.

Michael was one of Joan’s (or Jehanne, as she was called in life) guides, and trained her in the ways of war and divine Justice from the time she was thirteen. Michael was sent to earth and watched this young peasant girl grow up, eventually leading the French towards victory over the English like she was always meant to.

But then, at the age of eighteen, she’s captured and imprisoned by the English, and Michael has to stand by because “it’s all a part of the great plan”. It doesn’t matter how much Jehanne prays or suffers at the hands of her captors, Michael can’t disobey orders.

Then, Jehanne dies. She dies in the worst way a human can die, being burnt alive. Michael can only watch in horror as the girl they raised and trained is burnt to ashes as a part of the Great Plan. She was only nineteen. There will be nothing left of her by the times the flames are put out.

When Gabriel announces how Aziraphale will die, Michael offers to deliver the holy water to hell, white knuckling the pitcher as they descend down the staircase and hear the distant screams of their protégée and surrogate daughter echoing through their mind.

I know absolutely NOTHING about anything bible or christianity related so this is a shot of delicious angst and knowledge all at once, thank you!

And ooooh Michael volunteering to deliver the holy water because even though they cannot openly admit it, even just seeing a large pillar of flames is a punch in the gut. They go through hell's corridors with their head held high and their eye's straight ahead, quietly praying that they won't walk past any hell fire on the way.

We don't know anything about where/if the humans are in heaven, but angels are probably not allowed to interact with them even now, and Michael wouldn't even if they could.

Jehanne is there, somewhere, and there is nothing Michael could say to her except an apology that means nothing in the face of her suffering.

Oh lord, my brain is currently speedrunning an AU in which Dagon and Michael are both send to earth when Michael is there to raise Jehanne, and it's not six thousand years of pining but still a good few centuries worth.

Michael dreams of licking flames and ashes, and Dagon dreams of burning wings and melting grace, and there is an intimacy in sharing nightmares that gives them an understanding of each other no one else will ever have.

[thornsent]

I'm so tired of "actually, having any sense of spirituality or belief in the spiritual makes you unintelligent" rhetoric. like are you my evangelical father? because you sound just like him