XiaCobolt [she/her]

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  • XiaCobolt [she/her]@hexbear.nettomemes@hexbear.netThe Promised Land
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    10 days ago

    There is definitely an association with skin pigmentation and skin cancer (and rickets the opposite way). But skin pigmentation is not why colonists are bad, the colonialism is. There are dark skinned Israelis and light skinned Palestinians (and Lebanese and other middle eastern minority national groups).

    There are also places in the low latitude Southern Hemisphere (Parts of Africa, South America, New Zealand, Australia) and high latitude North America (Canada, border US states) that are perfect for white colonists “genetically”, they still shouldn’t be there.

    Finally while middle eastern and South Asian people may have a lower pre-disposition to skin cancer, they still get skin cancer, but material factors like the clothing they wear and the hours of the day they work affects this too. An Israeli doing a 9-5 going in and out of AC controlled buildings in a t-shirt and shorts is going to burn more than a Palestinian wearing a headscarf, and long sleeves and pants, taking a break to rest inside a traditional house at the middle of the day when it’s hottest and the UV is worse.

    (also I imagine skin cancer is also under treated in Palestinians due to significant shortages in all medical care)



  • All the land we stole and murdered for sucks.

    I mean lots of it was very nice land managed by the original inhabitants in ways that adapted to the climate and conditions. It mainly sucks for colonizers because they tried to basically just transpose their western methods of construction, farming and civilization in general onto the new territory.


  • Another wild dream. For context I have a viral illness and I was rigouring in the middle of the night and then woke sweating... (CW transphobia and medical trauma)

    I was billionaire superhero like Batman. I was explicitly a trans woman again. I lived above a dense hospital I ran as a charity, in a penthouse apartment like a Howard Hughes style recluse. On top of the hospital was also a lighthouse tower with observation deck as the hospital was perched in a bay. There was also “warehouses” on top that were my Bat-Cave that stored modified vehicles and could launch onto the covered roof of elevated highway over the water that lead to the hospital.

    I was up on the roof looking at putting in a landing pad with my sibling who was my man-in-the-chair, when I had a panic attack about the heights, apparently this was part of my tragic backstory and not something that regularly happened. I slid down angle glass windows and swung off polled struts until I reached ground in a courtyard of the hospital. Once I calmed down I realized I was wearing my hero gear so ditched it and snuck into the hospital grabbing some scrub pants and a hospital gown.

    I had my sibling on an ear piece guiding me and a watch that could unlock any door or lift. The hospital was really busy, I bumped into some paramedics but one recognized me and I lied that I had taken a sleeping tablet, gotten confused and wandered into the wrong lift half naked. They seemed to believe me and helped me find the first lift I needed. I needed to get through a medical library and an outreach type wing. I encountered a young woman doctor in a hijab who was kind to me as I explained I was the billionaire owner of the hospital, I’d had a panic attack and gotten lost.

    I thought I convinced her and made my way to a small 1-2 person lift that would take me to my Bat-cave. But it turns out staff had used it as storage (even thought they couldn’t buzz it up/down they could open it). As I was working out what to do the doctor returned with some nurses, and this physically imposing older lady nurse tried to make me come with her, it was clear she thought I was mentally ill. I explained calmly I knew what it looked like and asked her to google [MY NAME] and “billionaire” and she replied “and who would he be?”. I remember the doctor looking upset by the misgendering.

    I told her “do not misgender me or I’ll have you fired”. She tried to stick me with a syringe of sedative but I caught her hand and followed up “and your family killed” (Kind of mean but I also knew in the dream I wouldn’t do follow through I was acting like a shithead billionaire as a cover). At that moment the hospital security arrived with guns drawn, I knew they were operators disguised as rent a cops in the employ of my man-in-the-chair sibling. They said “unhand Ms [My name]” and the nurse sort of went slack in shock and I told them to detain her while I considered her fate. That’s when I woke up.