#radical love
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edieeisconfused · 3 months ago
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“it’s so cringy and bad acting”
could it be possible that we are not used to normal queer romantic and platonic relationships?
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queer-reader-07 · 3 months ago
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the first thing i did this morning was cry. cry because i saw a text from one of my closest friends telling me that i'm probably not ok but that she is here for me, even when she's 100 miles away.
i opened tumblr to see that @ineffablefood had dropped hugs in my ask box (thank you again for that one love)
i opened instagram to see friends raging and despairing but getting up to fight nonetheless.
i won't act like it's easy. i won't act like i don't feel rage and fear and utter sadness within me. but i cannot let it hinder me. i'll cry until my eyes run dry and i will get my ass up off the ground and keep fucking fighting. fighting for my friends and my family. for my trans friends in the south and my little cousins who deserve a better future.
hope is the greatest act of resistance. radical hope and LOVE sits at the core of my belief system. i will never let anyone take that from me.
i saw people reblogging my post on radical hope saying they "wish they could learn that power" and i want you to know that you can. i promise you from the bottom of my very soul that you can.
radical hope is work and it's hard fucking work at that. but it is the most powerful thing you can have. it will fuel you. it will be hold you up when you think you have no choice but to fall down. and they cannot take it from you.
keep fighting friends. keep living and keep finding joy and if nothing else survive your future with nothing but a hefty dose of spite and big ol "fuck you."
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thereconstructinggirl · 10 months ago
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He has told you, O mortal, what is good, and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice and to love kindness and to walk humbly with your God? (‭‭‭Micah‬ ‭6‬‬:‭8‬ ‭NRSVUE‬‬)
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somelocusts · 1 year ago
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As far as I'm concerned, there's no better trope than "You aren't evil. You aren't irredeemable. You're grieving. That's normal. But you're hurting people, and you're hurting yourself, and I can't let you do that. So if you need to hurt someone, hurt me. I can take it. And when you've worn yourself out, I'll still love you."
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loveerran · 11 months ago
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It is not just about giving our life to God. It's about giving our life in service to all God's children.
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itsnatt09 · 11 months ago
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When I started on this journey for myself almost 2 years ago (telling my ex that I needed to transition or I would die), I expected that a lot of my experiences would be lonely. And again, starting hrt 1 year ago nearly, I thought it would just be me and a few friends who loved me but maybe didn't *get* what I was going through.
But the last few months, as I've opened myself up and talked about my thoughts, I've started to see I positively impact other people. And not just in the online space. My son's *teacher* talked to me today about how my posting body-positive things on Facebook helps her feel more comfortable about herself. The leader of my hobby group has said that she has a good feeling about me and wants me around as much as possible. My friend Jess trusts me to listen when she talks about having neurodivergent kids.
It turns out that now I've sorted myself a bit, I get to help the people in my life. Just 5 years ago I was in a black hole, resigned to the thought that life wasn't worth living. And it might be the estrogen talking, but I tear up thinking about how lucky I am to love and to be loved now. Love is now at the heart of everything I do.
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eddieelliotmunson · 3 months ago
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RADICAL HOPE, LOVE, AND KINDNESS!!!
Radical hope is about deciding to wake up every day with the attitude of 'I can't fix everything, but I can help to fix something.' The world is not something we can give up on. We have been here for generations and there will (hopefully) be life here for generations more, and we cannot give up on her.
Radical love is about loving the people who don't expect to be loved, especially by you. Fucking everyone. Different race than you, different gender, different age group, different 'class' (working, lower, middle, upper; I still can't bring myself to radically love billionaires, though), different belief system and/or religion. I think we should even love people who did not vote the way we wanted them to. That was a hardass pill to swallow, but so many people are caught up in this (I'm using the term literally) cult of MAGA and the desperation of not having food on your table, paired with either willful or apathetic ignorance. Or even just accidental ignorance.
Radical kindness is approaching every day thinking 'I'm going to do something kind for at least one person today.' Whether that's helping them reach a high shelf, giving them a compliment, giving a homeless person money or help in some other way. Just whatever is within your capacity to do.
There are days where you can't do all these three. There are days I can't muster up one of these. That's where radical perseverance comes in.
Deciding, even though today wasn't what I wanted it to be, I'm going to keep pushing. I'm going to keep moving forward, even if it's a fucking crawl. Even if other people say 'you aren't even doing anything! There's nothing for you to persevere towards!' You keep moving.
Queer kids and adults. BIPOC kids and adults. Disabled kids and adults. Neurodiverse kids and adults (who don't consider themselves disabled). Those of you who have had an abortion or use/need birth control and contraceptives for any reason. People in poverty.
We have to keep going. It's terrifying, yes, it's devastating and enraging. Feel your feelings. Accept your feelings. Let them pass. Then find something to do. Even if it's just existing and voicing your existance. Being visible is a radical act in a society where people would rather difference be invisible.
You got this.
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labelleizzy · 12 hours ago
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cassemiah · 1 year ago
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I think I expected to be angry
Because I have been
Kids are dying
Women are losing children
Men being forgotten
So I deserve to be angry
But I can only think
of the son who fell asleep
on his father on the bus
I should be angry
But there was a baby
And he smiled and I knew
He'd grow up with parents who cared
I think they want me angry
But half of the things they said
Were about loving
Them and each other
I'm not sure I want to be angry
Because grandmother's
Will always feed children
Even if they're grown and travelling alone
How can I be angry
When humans all
So clearly and so freely
Love simply
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semper-legens · 9 days ago
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4. Radical Love, by Neil Blackmore
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Owned: No, library Page count: 275 My summary: John Church is a foundling. Alone in the world, not shown love, he had to scrape any affection where he could find it. That he is a sodomite in the 19th century, where men loving men are criminalised, is just another layer of complication. But when he meets the beautiful, angelic Ned, he knows it's meant to be. His work performing marriages for men in the molly house he frequents gives him strength. But mollies walk a fragile line. When it all comes crashing down, will John be ready? My rating: 4/5
I admit it. I'm very interested in stories of historical LGBT+ people, and this is the second book recently I've read about mollies and molly houses, although admittedly from different eras. This book is based in reality, on real people - the protagonist, John Church, is a historical figure, as are many of the characters in the book, and the central molly house location was also real, and involved in a public scandal as described in the book. In the early 1800s, sodomy was still seen as sinful and was illegal, with convicted sodomites being punishable by hanging. It was dangerous to be a man with feelings for other men, to be a man who went out dressed in women's clothing, to be something outside of the boundaries of the gender and sexual norms that society imposed upon people of the time. John Church was, as his name implies, a vicar of the Church of England; a vicar who went out at night to his favoured molly house to perform weddings for the men who frequented it. Such is the contradiction of this book.
John is a radical, one who believes in God's love overall. I admire how the author has made sure to place John and the other characters here into a recognisable, complicated London of 1809, one that is reasonably diverse in terms of its opinions and of its people, but that nonetheless is a more rigid society than our own. John's flock includes a group of Black abolitionists; one of whom, Ned, John immediately falls for. (Ned is real, we have the letters Church wrote to him, but we don't know much or anything about who he was as a person.) Ned shares John's ideas of radical love, of letting yourself love who it is natural for you to love, of sharing the love of God among your peers, and of finding God within yourself and your life. John mentions that his early ministry involved sex workers and other people deemed lowlifes by society - with empathy, he was able to get through and preach to them.
But John is not a reliable narrator, and herein lies the meat of the book. See, this is about the Vere Street Coterie, men arrested at the White Swan molly house in Vere Street in 1810 - two men, aged 46 and 16, were found guilty of sodomy and hanged, and six were found guilty of attempted sodomy and pilloried, pelted by the mob with rotten produce. This novel places John at the heart of them, and reveals that he was the person who informed on them, to save his lover Ned. John's love is very possessive. He wants to own the object of his affections fully, and will lie and manipulate until he gets his way. He goes to a meeting with Ned, feigning that he doesn't know they'll miss the last carriage home, and have to stay at an inn where he sleeps with Ned for the first time, despite Ned having been reluctant to do so. He takes Ned to the molly house despite Ned expressing that he doesn't want to go, because he wants to see Ned there, and he wants Ned to see what he has built there. His narration is sincere; his motives and actions are suspect. With the knowledge that he is the informer, his act of solidarity in showing up to the pillory and hangings as moral support becomes deeply suspect - he could literally have stopped this happening, and he didn't, because he wanted Ned.
And this love-as-possession theme is only complicated by the fact that Ned, a former slave, values freedom most of all. Time and again, he asks John to be honest with him, to let him make his own decisions and set his own boundaries, and time and again John overrides Ned's autonomy and does whatever he wants. It's a commentary on race relations and the complex history of interracial relationships within the inherent white/Black power dynamic, without ever drawing attention to the fact that it is that. The reader is at first invited to sympathise with John, to understand why he's pressuring Ned, and then to have the rug swiftly pulled from beneath them as John reveals just what he's been doing, what he's been lying about. And that automatically raises the question - what else has he been lying about? What else hasn't he told the reader, or presented with a better light? But the beauty of it from a Doylist perspective is that, despite John and his relationships being the focus, it's never presented as being 'gay people are predatory'. There are so many other gay men in this book, and there are functional, loving gay relationships; it turns John's story from what could have felt like a more homophobic condemnation into an examination of what's wrong with this person, in this time, and that's a delicate balance to walk! But this book does it beautifully, and I have to commend it for that.
Next, a boy summons the wrong ghost, and has to get rid of her.
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missamerica0414 · 7 months ago
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Love is a beautiful thing; love is beauty
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catsinthebagdesignposts · 1 year ago
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What Love Says… Loving Radical You
You are beauty expressed in awe and empowered by radical love. Thoughtful, interconnected, creator, shining a perspective created through conscious awareness from truth and authentic love that you are. Your authenticity is to lovingly choose being the author of your life.
Look inward with awareness, caring for neglected places within. Transform you wounds with love creating songs of love and joy. Intentionally shape from within small acts of love, this spreads beauty and glitter in your heart. Love glitter opens hearts into a beautiful, intelligent weavers of love, light and healing for all.
The loving inner work you do peels away all that hides your truth, magnificence, worth, light, creativity so you may glitter, glow and shine. You are courage, resilience in the presence of love, your vulnerability strengthens you to summon wise responsiveness in all experiences. Loving radical heart creates.
Loving all your quirks, qualities, talents, gifts, you become a confident open heart that humbly and compassionately shines. A loving radical you with the power of love radiating from you inner temple, self love inspires an OWLsome loving radical you.
What Love Says… 2024 by Jennifer R. Cook @catsinthebagdesignposts illustrations, content are the imagination, thoughts and feelings expressed here every day are from one heart to all.
owls #owlsome
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queer-reader-07 · 3 months ago
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you know what? as scary as everything is, i am smiling at my phone as i see the outpouring of community and love and hope and resistance. i am tearing up as we offer each other virtual hugs and remind each other of the love this world has to offer. i am comforted by the knowledge that if nothing else, there are people to fight the good fight alongside.
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tonguetwisterrs · 11 months ago
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Dream “it” so that “it” can be.
The 3D world has told you to look outside for inspiration for your creations.
However, Tesla, Einstein, and Da Vinci … can attest to the power of dreaming, imagining, and envision as a quintessential component of creating ANYTHING. whether theories, art, or conceptual wisdom…
Actualization is the process of transforming a thought into an idea and an idea into a plan, and from there, the transference of energy from the internal realm to the external reality. All that you see and know is a thought actualized, therefore, why actualize what has already been created when you could actualize what has not yet been thought of?
Dream! Dream! You will not find new creations outside of you. It is impossible to seek something not yet created outside, you must dream and imagine! Let your imagination soar!
Xo,
HNCP
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sweetofsin · 11 months ago
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two things
i'm realizing that i need a love that feels active. intentional. with all of my core friends in my life, regardless if we talk almost everyday or every few months—when we chat? when we communicate? we are engaged (for the most part.)
i like to feel digested. savored. i don't like to feel consumed. i don't like to be associated with a feeling of hunger. i don't desire the feeling of tolerance—not necessarily in a negative way. but just...
i recognize i'm paradoxical in that way. because i am also hesitant. terrified, afraid. and so, i also suppress a lot or don't share a lot too. a lot of that is rooted in the fear of being seen. being seen = possibility of danger. discomfort. a lot of that is rooted in the fear that i'm indigestible. a lot of that is rooted in the fear that when people *do* digest me, they don't take the time to savor me. i am simply just another flavor passing through. it's "mm. tastes sweet." i would like a "mm... i'm getting some cinnamon. peach? apricot maybe? creamy. tender. it tastes pleasant, fruitful. pleasing. but maybe, i need to taste more to be sure."
part of my fear recognizes that i will never be anything but just 'sweet' to some. and more than that, to others
love. love is fucking messy. it is complicated, and it is messy. this is the difference between radical love, active love, vs. love that is passive
passive love is easier. it requires a scooch, a "let me get by you real quick." passive doesn't have to equate to easy. it just means that there is little to no resistance. little to no action. you know what you know. and maybe, sometimes you don't know.
radical love is, redefining love outside of what the masses have told us. that love should be easy, passive. or it should be extreme, suffering. there is a middle
radical love means retrying, again + again. recognizing when to stop trying. the beauty of honesty & action. work, action. on the ground work. not simply in your head. it requires sacrifice. intentional!!! sacrifice. a collaboration of world-building. referenced to ismatu: what does your inner-world look like? what does mine look like? and what world are we working to achieve together?
radical love is expansive, it's more than just you and me. i need love like that
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acewritingpoetry · 2 years ago
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I think everyone should be home
watching their rommates’ dogs sunbathe in the yard,
able to be alone for a portion of the day.
I think everyone’s girlfriends should convince them
that they do deserve a day off -
they are in pain
and look at all the stress they’ve been through lately.
Life is hard, and what’s the point
of Holding Anger towards the people who can’t understand me
when I could be Holding Grace?
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That includes me, by the way.
I deserve Grace, and I deserve to demand it.
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