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‘E questo è il fiore del partigiano, morto per la libertà’

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Cake day: March 23rd, 2022

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  • To prevent Hexbear’s internal struggle from spilling over to here and detailing this thread as a whole, we will be locking it. A lot has been said already in the comments and we feel like we are involved in Hexbear too little to a) contribute positively and b) moderate reports that require knowledge on Hexbear lore.

    I think I can safely say that we hope Hexbear manages to overcome their internal issues again.











  • Obviously I have heard about things like this happening to the women in my life but it was until recently that I experienced something like that myself when I saw a guy jacking off at a bus stop a girl was sitting in. It was such a surreal experience to see that happening in broad daylight in a city and I was and still am shocked honestly.

    I pushed the guy and asked him wtf he was doing and he fled on his bicycle before I could do anything further.

    In my life I have never had to worry about a guy jacking off while waiting for my bus. Never. The closest I got to unwanted attention was women touching me in a club or something but that’s it. If I was a women there would be no way that I’d leave the house without some kind of a weapon. That’s just the sad reality. I literally know no woman that hasn’t experienced something like you described.

    I’m sorry you had to experience this. I hope the piece of shit wraps himself and his car around a tree soon.







  • I had a job working at a shelter for human trafficking victims for a while. The stories those people told me were just gut wrenching.

    If I had to choose one that affected me personally I’d choose the moment one of the criminals linked to the above mentioned ‘industry’ came to our place and threw rotting raw flesh all over the building. It was some sort of revenge thing. One of the worst smells I ever experienced and it took weeks to get out.

    Or the one time some dude with an axe came to our place to actually kill someone. I was behind bullet proof glass at the time so he couldn’t smash it but the thought of almost being killed if it weren’t for a piece of glass is something.

    Another contender is the time I was guiding a group of young guys who came from a difficult upbringing. One of them got stabbed to death due to a beef inside the drill rap world. That was hard too.

    Can’t really choose between the three of them. Equally bad if you ask me.







  • No I understand. The people I organize with won’t ever be my friends I think. They don’t have to be, I have a perfect set of friends myself. It’s not that I dislike them but I guess I just tolerate them and we strive for the same thing, which is nice. We just don’t share the same interests, humour, whatever.

    There are cliques within the party, nepotism, smugness, you make it, we have it. There are also very friendly people though so I guess it just boils down to who you organize with and who is close to you.

    At the end of the day I am organizing though. And so are they. And we are getting successes. We just need to keep finding ways to co-operate.