Human Rights Council (HRC)
The Human Rights Council (HRC) is the key intergovernmental body within the United Nations system responsible for the promotion and protection of all human rights around the globe. It holds three regular sessions a year: in March, June and September. The Office of the UN High Commissioner for Human Rights (OHCHR) is the secretariat for the HRC.
The HRC works by:
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Debating and passing resolutions on global human rights issues and human rights situations in particular countries
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Examining complaints from victims of human rights violations or activist organizations on behalf of victims of human rights violations
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Appointing independent experts (known as “Special Procedures”) to review human rights violations in specific countries and examine and further global human rights issues
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Engaging in discussions with experts and governments on human rights issues
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Assessing the human rights records of all UN Member States every four and a half years through the Universal Periodic Review
AWID works with feminist, progressive and human rights partners to share key knowledge, convene civil society dialogues and events, and influence negotiations and outcomes of the session.
With our partners, our work will:
◾️ Raise awareness of the findings of the 2017 and 2021 OURs Trends Reports.
◾️Support the work of feminist UN experts in the face of backlash and pressure
◾️Advocate for state accountability
◾️ Work with feminist movements and civil society organizations to advance rights related to gender and sexuality.
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Forum 2024 - FAQ - General Information FR
Informations générales
Communiquer le désir | Small Snippet FR
Communiquer le désir et autres
pratiques politiques incarnées
On pense souvent que la communication de notre désir se cantonne à l’intimité des quatre murs de nos chambres et à nos relations personnelles. Mais est-il également possible d’envisager ce genre de communication comme étant structurelle, une pratique qui éclairerait notre travail et la manière dont nous sommes, dont nous existons dans le monde?
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安道爾、澳大利亞、奧地利、比利時、保加利亞、汶萊、加拿大、智利、克羅埃西亞、賽普勒斯、捷克、丹麥、愛沙尼亞、 史瓦濟蘭、芬蘭、法國、德國、希臘、瓜地馬拉、海地、宏都拉斯、匈牙利、冰島、愛爾蘭、以色列、義大利、日本*、韓國、拉脫維亞、列支頓斯登、立陶宛、盧森堡、馬爾他、馬歇爾群島、摩納哥、荷蘭、紐西蘭、尼加拉瓜、挪威、帛琉、巴拉圭、菲律賓、波蘭、葡萄牙、羅馬尼亞、俄國、聖馬利諾、斯洛伐克、斯洛維尼亞、西班牙、瑞典、瑞士、吐瓦魯、英國、美國、梵蒂岡城國、貝里斯、多明尼加、馬來西亞、諾魯、聖克里斯多福及尼維斯、聖塔露西亞、聖文森和格瑞納丁、新加坡。
未持有上述國家護照的人士來台北須申請簽證。
請留意:
在您完成論壇註冊手續後,無論您國籍為何,應會收到與論壇參與相關的一組號碼,用於申請來台灣的電子簽證。
論譠開放報名的時間我們會另行通知。
Upasana Agarwal



Sobre Upasana Agarwal

Shifa Gardi
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Forum 2024 - FAQ - Call for Activities FR
Appel à activités
Juvy Capion
Illumination by the Light of the Full Moon | Snippet Small FR
Illumination par la lumière de la pleine lune : une expérience BDSM africaine
Plus qu’une entorse amusante pour explorer des sensations, le BDSM peut être un moyen d’aborder la douleur émotionnelle et les traumatismes. Cela a été pour moi un moyen de guérison sexuelle, offrant une forme radicale de libération.
Comprendre le contexte des menaces antidroits
Chapitre 2
Bien plus de la moitié de la population mondiale est aujourd’hui dirigée par l’extrême droite. C’est sur cette toile de fond que défenseur·e·s des droits humains et féministes luttent pour « tenir bon », protéger le multilatéralisme et le système international des droits humains, alors que leurs engagements les exposent à de violentes répressions. Ces institutions sont cependant de plus en plus soumises aux intérêts du secteur privé. Les grandes entreprises, surtout les sociétés transnationales, siègent à la table des négociations et occupent des fonctions de leadership dans plusieurs institutions multilatérales, l’ONU notamment. Le lien entre ultranationalisme, restriction de l’espace civique et emprise des entreprises a un impact considérable sur la réalisation ou non des droits humains pour tout le monde.

Danger - Trump and the Far Right.
Sommaire
- Nationalisme et ultranationalisme
- Emprise des entreprises : le pouvoir débridé des entreprises met nos droits en danger
- Répression et restriction des espaces civiques pour les activistes féministes et les défenseur·e·s des droits humains des femmes et des personnes LGBTIQ+
- Histoire du mouvement de la résistance. L’Article 16 de la CEDAW : vers une réforme des codes de la famille discriminatoires dans les contextes musulmans
Ofelia Maria Mosquera Usuga
Is the virtual submission process different from the in-person?
It is exactly the same process and same deadline. Please use the same form to submit your activity, whether it is in-person, online, or both (hybrid).
Parveen Rehman
Disintegration | Content Snippet ES
El miércoles llega una nota
con una dirección en el reverso.
5 de la tarde, hoy.


La escritura a mano de la invitación—
enroscada y brusca—
la he visto cinco veces en cinco años.
Mi cuerpo se activa,
afiebrado.
Necesito cogerme a mí misma antes.
La marea está alta esta noche y
yo
acabo/me corro.
Quiero bajar la velocidad de todo,
saborear el tiempo y el espacio, grabarlos
en la memoria.
*
Nunca he estado antes en esta parte de la ciudad.
Los lugares desconocidos me excitan,
la forma en que las extremidades y las venas
y los huesos
resisten a la descomposición,
su destino incierto.
En la puerta, lo pienso dos veces.
El vestíbulo está oscuro como el carbón
y me hace detenerme.
Del otro lado,
un portal de olor y color
se abre como una maldición
a una tarde soleada.


La brisa
hace bailar mi cabello,
despierta su curiosidad,
lo obliga a moverse.
Oigo chirriar la silla de ruedas,
dando forma a las sombras.
Entonces lx veo:
un rostro de lince
y un cuerpo como el mío
y me encuentro deseando a ambos
de nuevo.
La criatura me hace señas para que me acerque.
Sus gestos escriben una oración;
mientras me muevo hacia ellx
noto sus detalles:
marchitarse, carne, deleite
A su orden, la enredadera que cubre el vestíbulo
abrazando piedras tibias
serpentea hacia arriba por la pared.
Se convierte en un verbo,
«trepar»,
y me reoriento cuando sus garras apuntan
al cantero de la enredadera en el centro.
Oigo las ruedas detrás de mí,
luego ese sonido.
Reverbera
como ningún otro.
Sus largas alas negras
se elevan hacia el cielorraso
y después se lanzan hacia adelante.
La visión felina examina cada detalle,
cada cambio,
cada anhelo.
¿Puede el deseo licuar tus músculos?
¿Puede actuar más dulce que el
tranquilizante más potente?


Un lince cose el mundo
a través de nuestras diferencias
tejiendo encaje alrededor de mis rodillas.
¿Puede el deseo aplastar la distancia del mundo, comprimiendo los segundos?
Se acerca todavía más,
el ojo de lince encontrando el ojo humano,
olfateando el aire,
convirtiendo al cuerpo en
urgencia.
Ellx agita sus alas.
Atizadas,
las lianas se enmarañan alrededor de mi cintura/residuo.
Su lengua adelgaza el tiempo,
moviendo los suelos,
calma, con su magia,
lo que se aviva debajo.
Veo el mundo en ti, y el mundo
está exhausto.
Entonces ellx suplica:
Déjame hacer de tí mi banquete.
The Crear, Résister, Transform Story by Coumba Toure
A magical experience of feminist story telling led by pan-African feminist Coumba Toure, performing in the age old tradition of West African griots.
And we gathered again
We gathered our stories our strength
our songs
our tears
our rage
our dreams
our success
our failures
And we pull them all together
In one big bowl to share
for a moon of thoughts
And we stay in touch
We shake each others minds
we caress each other souls
While our hands still are tied
And our kisses and hugs are banned
Yet we grow stronger by the hour
Weaving together our voices
Crossing the sound barriers
as we speak in tongues
We are getting louder and louder
We know about differences from others
and from each other so we are stitching our beauties into patchwork or thoughts
From our deepest learnings from our powers
Sometimes we are surrounded by terror
by confusions by dishonesty
But we wash out in the Ocean of love
We are weavers of dreams
To clothes or new world
Thread after thread
As small as we are
Like little ants building our movement
Llike little drops building our rivers
We take steps forward and steps backward
Dancing our way back to sanity
Sustain to the rhythm of our hearts keep
Beating please don't not stop
And we are here transmitter of forgotten generosity
drop after drop growing like the ocean
growing like the river flowing from our souls .
showing our strength to be the water
that will clean this world
and we are gathering again can you feel us
I would lie if I say I said I am
Ok not to see you I do miss my people
I miss your touch and
You unfiltered and unrecorded voices
I miss our whispers and our screams
Our cries of the aborted revolution
We only want to give birth to new worlds
So fight to erase the borders between us
And we gathered again
We gathered our stories our strength
our songs
our tears
our rage
our dreams
our success
our failures
And we pull them all together In one big bowl to share
For a moon of thoughts
And we stay in touch
We shake each others minds
we caress each other souls
While our hands still are tied
And our kisses and hugs are banned
Yet we grow stronger by the hour
Weaving together our voices
Crossing the sound barriers
as we speak in tongues
We are getting louder and louder
We know about differences from others
and from each other so we are stitching our beauties into patchwork or thoughts
From our deepest learnings from our powers Sometimes we are surrounded by terror by Confusions by dishonesty
But we watch out in the Ocean of love
We are weavers of dreams
To clothes or new world
Thread after thread
As small as we are like little ants building our movements
like little drops building our rivers We take steps forward and steps backward
dancing our way back to sanity
Sustain to the rhythm of our hearts
keep beating please don't not stop
And we are here transmitter of forgotten generosity
Drop after drop growing like the ocean
growing like the river flowing from our souls
showing our strength to be the water
that will clean this world
and we are gathering again can you feel us
I would lie if I I said I am Ok
not to see you
I do miss my people
I miss your touch and
You unfiltered and unrecorded voices
I miss our whispers and our screams
Our cries over the aborted revolutions
We only want to give birth to new worlds
So fight to erase the borders between us
Please don’’t stop
Maria das Dores dos Santos Salvador
Fariha Al Berkawi
Embodying Trauma-Informed Pleasure | Small Snippet EN
Embodying Trauma-Informed Pleasure
Trauma is not the event; it is how our bodies respond to events that feel dangerous to us. It is often left stuck in the body, until we address it. There’s no talking our body out of this response – it just is.