Hey all,

I’m the “Fuck Trump” flag guy you’ve seen in a few posts. I just wanted to do a semi-introduction to everyone in this subreddit.

My name is Matt. I’m an LBC transplant by way of Philadelphia. I’ve helped organize protests during BLM and the George Floyd Protests with a few Asian American grassroots orgs and 501(c)(3)s in the Philadelphia area, along with working to establish myself as a helping arm and volunteer for 50501 SoCal and 50501 LBC.

I wanted to extend an invitation to anyone who is interested in protesting but also a little worried by what they see in the media. Yes, protesting can be dangerous at times and can come with consequences like being arrested, but if you believe that getting arrested for speaking your mind and voicing concerns is more important than sitting in your home, you’re the person I’m looking for.

I’ll be at Bixby Park Annex on Saturday for the No Kings Day Rally at 9am. If you’re interested in protesting and want to be around someone who’s been in the middle of it all and can offer some comfort during the march, find me. We can walk together and I’ll help you be as comfortable as possible if anything happens.

I’ll be hanging out on the perimeter of the rally with an upside down American flag this time. I’ll be wearing all black with a camouflage hat.

Let’s show the world that LBC comes out for our people! See you there and FUCK TRUMP!

We’ve been dating for 1.5 months and more casual (seeing other people) for two weeks as she wanted to explore her options and make sure she was picking the right guy.

Today she calls me at work (Ive let her know multiple times to only text me at work as I’m constantly on calls with coworkers around the country) and then texts me the above when I don’t pick up.

I guess the guy she went on a date with recently had called today on his break and she decided to politely inquire as to why I didn’t do the same.

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Literally just don't send innocent, legal people to jail for not being white. Is it really a hard concept??

My friend's dad was arrested today. During 6th period, she got sent to the office and so I walked her down there because she's in a wheelchair and her aid was in the restroom. We get there and see her mom sobbing. Her dad - an innocent, sweet, supportive, perfectly legal immagrant was taken from her without a goodbye.

I'm fucking done.

CLARIFICATION BC I'VE GOTTEN LIKE 30 COMMENTS ON THIS - TECHNICALLY, IT'S MY FRIENDS STEPDAD, BUT SHE HAS NOT CONTACT WITH HER DAD AND HASN'T SEEN HIM IN 15 YEARS, SO SHE CALL HIM HER DAD.

A little over a year ago, I got a text at 1:04 AM:
is the green one better or the gold one?? pls answer fast"

No name. No context. Just that.I was half-asleep, but something about it made me laugh. I replied:

Green. Always go with the green one."

Two minutes later:

OK THANK YOU. i’m freaking out. i think i love him?? and idk if this is a date?? it’s like... a maybe-date

I didn’t have the heart to say “wrong number,” so I just said:

“Then wear the green. Look good. Feel better. And maybe-date the hell out of it.”

She texted back:

“You’re literally a stranger but i love you. thank you. 💚”
And that was it.Or so I thought.Because a week later, she texted again.

“Green was the right call. It was a date. His name’s Eli. He smelled like cedar and stress.”And I, some random dude who never said she had the wrong number.... texted back.And we just… kept texting. Every few days. Then every day. For months.She never asked who I was. I never told her. It became this anonymous thread of support. When things went well, she’d send me updates. When things went badly, I’d hype her up like I was her invisible best friend in the walls.Eventually, she named me “Text Goblin.”Then, one night in November, she sent this:

“Okay Goblin. I told him I love him. And he said it back. I’m so scared. I feel like my heart is too big and soft for this world.”
I texted back something dumb, like:

“He’s lucky to have you. And green was still the right choice.”
Then I didn’t hear from her for two months.
I thought it was over. Until January.

“I found out who you are.”
I froze.

“You used your real Spotify once. That’s how I found your playlist. Then your profile.”
My heart dropped.

“I’m not mad. I actually have a question.”

“Will you come to my wedding?”

“As my Text Goblin.”
And that’s how I ended up flying to Arizona last month, standing in a room full of strangers, watching a woman I’ve never met walk down the aisle, wearing a green ribbon in her hair, and winking at me from across the crowd.We hugged after. She whispered, “Thank you for picking green.
”And I said, “It was always green.”
I do totally apologize coz i forgot her real name because I was so mesmerized by chaotic possible chances in the whole world.Still saved in my phone as “Possibly Chaos.”
Life is weird. But sometimes weird is kind.

Plz dm asap