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limerenceobject · 2 months
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The eagerness with which people demonize and dehumanize Israelis is fucking exhausting and alarming. There is what seems to be an almost pathological need to portray them all as simple-minded dogs drooling for blood, collectively responsible for uniquely villainous crimes at the same time as they cower behind a shield of imagined victimization.
Even when one deigns to acknowledge a hint of progress or improvement has been made, it's with the implication (if not the explicit statement) that it is worthless and entirely self-serving, or that it is the first and only time any such thing has happened, or that it is only through the guidance of enlightened westerners that this nation of bloodthirsty cowards and idiots have managed to show a (temporary, anomalous) glimmer of human-like behavior -- usually all three.
It is repulsive, it is shameful, and people never seem to know how to call it out.
Like, yes, it is unproductive. Yes, it provides fuel to the Israeli far-right. Yes, it is a bad look. But none of that is truly where the problem lies.
It is hateful and it is dehumanizing, and the fact that you don't see it is proof positive that it's working on you already.
You are not saving anyone by doing this. You are not championing any righteous cause. You are allowing a rot which we all carry to find a new source of fuel and spread within you. You are participating in a narcissistic tradition of reducing the imagined "other" into a grotesque beast for you to performatively slay, proving to yourself and others that you are Righteous and Good, absolving you of any need for self-reflection.
After all, they deserve it.
This has to stop.
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limerenceobject · 5 months
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hot take that a lot of people aren't ready for
if you can't define zionism you should not be talking about it
if you can define zionism and you still choose to be anti-zionist you are antisemitic
thank you for coming to my ted talk
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limerenceobject · 5 months
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“Knowing what our forebears went through helps us to better understand and have compassion for our family legacies and our own selves.”
— “Wounds into Wisdom: Healing Intergenerational Jewish Trauma,“ by Rabbi Tirzah Firestone, PhD
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limerenceobject · 2 years
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it still comes as a surprise that closeness cannot be achieved from a safe distance
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limerenceobject · 2 years
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Jewish amulet, Galicia, circa 1750
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limerenceobject · 2 years
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everything in the whole world is about sex except sex which is about cannibalism
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limerenceobject · 2 years
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Nine of Swords. Art by Ivan Onokhin.
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limerenceobject · 2 years
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When I use the word ‘God,’ I am referring to the unfathomable wisdom and love that is woven into the fabric of existence, and which transcends existence at the same time. This is not to deny the confusion, sorrow, and even violence that we can experience in our lives. Apparently, existence contains all possibilities, both positive and negative; since its source is infinite, how could it be otherwise? The problem begins when we conceive of a God who consciously decides what will and will not happen. Then we have to wonder why such a God would decide, or allow, for so many terrible things to occur. There are many elaborate theologies to explain this conundrum away, but in the end, none of them make a whole lot of sense. The problem is not with God, but with our conception of God. We have created God in our own image; that is the problem. God is the Infinite—containing all possibilities and all outcomes. God is not a cosmic someone who directs the events of life.
— Adyashanti
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limerenceobject · 2 years
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limerenceobject · 2 years
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Interior of the seventeenth-century wooden synagogue in Zabłudów, northeastern Poland, ca. 1920s
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limerenceobject · 2 years
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god loves me unconditionally. there is nothing i can do about this.
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limerenceobject · 2 years
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Lucy Dyson The Moon 2020 Collage
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limerenceobject · 2 years
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A Jewish woman in Sephardic clothing. Bulgaria. 1920s
Lost Bulgaria Photo Archive
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limerenceobject · 2 years
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from: https://twitter.com/muslimculture/status/1006933135408365569
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limerenceobject · 2 years
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from: https://blacksweat.bandcamp.com/track/part-2
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limerenceobject · 2 years
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split pea
when i describe you to all the new people i’ve met,
whether laying on their floors or sitting side by side looking at the river, the form you take is never the same 
sometimes you are a stall at an estate sale, bare except for a single ceramic vase full of dark red powder 
or a miniature sailboat capsizing in a teacup, filling fast with water and sinking down to the bottom without a sound 
lately whenever i’ve had to talk about you, you are a deepsea dweller from the trenches of heat and whalebones 
your body is a pale slash of yellow like the heads of wet daffodils crushed in the road, you are made of jelly and your heart is so small no one has yet figured out how it operates to keep you alive 
you have ten white eyes and you are blind in every one of them but your mouth is soft with rows and rows of tongues
you have twelve spindly legs covered with fine hairs and with them you can feel all the pulses of the water around you like breathing, like the hammering of blood 
you scarcely walk and mostly float, performer on stilts in a low gravity setting
o you strange animal, come to me from the past to remind me that i am still guilty of that which i haven’t repented for 
you are dressed in decadence so shameless it repulses me to look at you yet you were brought to me as a lesson in parsimony, god told me to look upon you in all your incoherent oddness and choose the simplest way to liberate myself from what you had done to me 
naturally i hesitated 
and for that i suffered while you suffered longer watching me pardon you for all your violence 
i am sorry i loved you so much, i am sorry for believing that my loving you would save you but you could have been kind, you could have made it easier on both of us
i am ashamed i ever thought you were holier than me, and i pray to god that when i love you again i will not be meek
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limerenceobject · 2 years
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i am cringe i am sexy i am too nuanced for most of the internet i have a rich inner world with little archetypes for every facet of my childhood baggage i am under five feet yet i float off the ground by a few millimeters to provide the illusion that i am larger i am a dyke with boy best friends i am a tragic tragic lover who is no longer crazy enough to want to destroy the world for the object of my limerent affections
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