I, Anonymous

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I Would Love You Over

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Yeah, it’s weird, but this is one way I can support you. I think it’s your turn. Give me a call sometime.—Anonymous

by Anonymous

The World We Live In

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The line between a dystopian society and a utopia is thin.

What even is a utopia? A world where one does not have to work? Or maybe a world where one doesn’t have to do anything but live and breathe. Doesn’t that also sound like a dystopian society? It is all an illusion. It is all a form of control where those above control all, including how we are made to think. There is no true utopia. There is only control, where you are controlled in every aspect and way that you may not even realize.

The media – the algorithm is all carefully controlled too. It controls what you see and think, hiding what truly is going in the world. There is no privacy. There are eyes everywhere. It is ALL controlled. Do not be fooled by anything you see. Do not let your mind be controlled or fooled by what is shown. Your voice will be silenced if you speak as many others have… and so may be mine.

But even with this said, this will be slowly forgotten with every scroll, every like, every second spent on social media and living mindlessly, as our minds have already been controlled by those above. Your mind will be lost to work, school, media, and such, as it already has. It will be forgotten, but there are warnings. You have been warned.  Prepare.—Anonymous

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“She’s Changed”

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“She has changed, you know?” the gentleman offered – a soft-spoken, bookish sort: melancholy eyes, tweed jacket. Just my kind of fellow! By ‘she’ he meant our US Rep, Maxine Dexter. He likely approached because of my “M. DEXTER / AGENT OF / ISRAEL” sign. 
The “changed” referred to Dexter’s vote to stop selling weapons to Israel. I agreed that was new and positive. We also agreed that Dexter was elected with AIPAC money. The fellow then opined that “AIPAC got a bad deal with Dexter.” 
We cannot know if “AIPAC got a bad deal” because we cannot know what Jayapal would be doing in her stead. We do know that Dexter was silent on genocide for her first eight months in office. Jayapal meanwhile risked her political career for Palestinian dignity. 
Eight months of silence has cash value: time is territory and silence is complicity. The US provided 7 billion dollars to Israel during Dexter’s genocidal laryngitis – over a thousand times what Israel paid. 
We cannot know if “AIPAC got a bad deal” because of the damage caused to US democracy. Dexter won for one reason: AIPAC spent 3.2 million dollars for a racist smear campaign against Jayapal. Senator Merkley called the ads “despicable and damaging to our democracy.” “Despicable” because they invoked fear. “Damaging to our democracy” because fear isolates us, and the isolated person is powerless. 
Finally, a “bad deal” implies a ratio. The six million dollars to install Dexter is not much for AIPAC’s billionaires. Jan Koun is an AIPAC supporter and worth over twenty billion dollars. As a ratio of net worth, six million to Koun’s twenty billion is just $75 to the average American. 
The conjecture “AIPAC got a bad deal” is rejected: Dexter’s complicity expanded Israel’s occupation; AIPAC’s costs were low; and we just can’t know what a second Jayapal in Congress might have wrought. 
The gentleman was impervious: “But she just voted to end military aid to Israel!”
I scoffed: “Yes, and Netanyahu just signed a peace treaty.”—Anonymous

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Live Your Weird Life

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Life’s a fucking waste if I listen to what you say. If I give a shit about your judgements. Why would I waste time thinking about your thoughts? Just be you babe. Stop with all the other bullshit. You’re a little rebel and you made it out of the shit. You have this little life and words can’t stop you. Let ’em talk. Let ’em look. You’re a beautiful freak 😘—Anonymous

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Single Use Clothing

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You can see it on any rack at any boxstore. There is an increasingly finite supply of clothes worth buying that can take a washing. Even the thrift stores are being flooded with slop from temu amazorg. At some point we have to start making new quality clothes again that are not single use plastic. Whether we grow low water usage flax linen, or just start a new Portland basics company that sews or designs stuff here with real lasting natural material. We have to up the ante or we are going to run out of real clothes. We can only recycle quality goods for so long before we have to add more back into the supply chain.—Anonymous

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Doing Bad Multnomah

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Chair Vega Pederson and Commissioner Singleton,
I have a question that needs to be asked.
I became a Peer Support Specialist because, about 20 years ago, I was a homeless person struggling with addiction. At that time, we did not have many options for shelter or treatment. I would not necessarily call getting out of it a victory—I got out bruised and exhausted. But I survived, and I am still here.
I am asking: what the fuck is going on with the Do Good Multnomah site at 82nd and Harrison?
You held an open house in April, and clients were supposed to begin moving in during June. I have a client who was scheduled to move in on the first of this month. It is now the 10th, and the only explanation I have received is that construction is still being completed. Were we not led to believe that construction had been completed months ago? I have not seen any significant activity there recently, yet the property remains empty.
The people I support are doing everything expected of them in order to move in—attending intensive outpatient treatment and setting goals for a stable future. They are following every requirement to the letter, while you are dragging your feet.
Do you have any idea what it does to someone who was promised by DGM that there would be a place for them, only to receive no clear explanation or timeline? They are losing hope at the same time shelters are closing during a crucial period in Portland. I understand that, as a professional, I must maintain boundaries with my clients. But I cannot help taking on some of their worries when they have been let down by vague and inadequate explanations.
So, again: what the fuck is going on at that property? Can you please give us a clear and honest answer?—Anonymous

by Anonymous

Toxic Mentor

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I leaned a little too hard on the work I did with my teacher to get through some of the hardest moments of my life. He said that he would also support me and that I could ask him for help if I needed it, but he never really followed through on his commitment. Not even for a conversation or to check in once in a while when I was obviously struggling. 
After getting through the worst of it and finding some stability, he cut ties with me, saying that if he didn’t he would lose face among the people that really mattered to him. I’m offended and hurt and embarrassed. I think I saw all the signs that this guy was all talk and no action. I think I saw the character of the people he was closest with and assumed he was different.
When things get extra hard, when my communication fails with my family or stress short circuits my brain, I think about how few friends I have left. I think about that poorly worded petition I wrote about how I should just be allowed to go to prison for an indefinite term so that I wouldn’t have to work so hard to fit in with a world that didn’t want me. I should have given it to some of my teacher’s friends. Maybe they could have helped me edit it and give it to the right people. 
When I’m feeling extra petty, I stalk them on social media hoping I get to see proof of how awful they are. Maybe I’ll get to see them mess up and lose something big like I did.
I hope I find a way to get over it all and move on. I shouldn’t let them have that much power over me and I have no room for that kind of behavior. I’ve already won by getting as far as I have. I’ve done something none of them could ever do and none of them think is possible.—Anonymous

by Anonymous

Best Friends with Short Lives

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I just learned that my cat has cancer. He’s had a good life and he still has time, but it definitely hurts. I hope that we are able to help him through his last moments when they come with the right about of respect, dignity, and love. I wasn’t allowed to have pets when I was younger so I haven’t experienced this part as much as some people might have. I know that it’s part of the package. 
I’ve felt a strong connection with him since the beginning. Seeing his cute little face rush up to me has been one of my favorite parts of coming home for many years now. I’m grateful for the time he has spent with us. I feel like I have given him very little compared to what he has given our family.—Anonymous

by Anonymous

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