if a characters name is just a word related to their powers or job then they are transgender. because obviously their parents wouldnt know that information the second theyre born so how would they have those names. its because they named themselves
We’re Out of EBT (Food Stamps)! Please Help Us Raise $60 to Renew Them and Also Go To The Store for Food and Sanitary Supplies!
June 30th 2023
I live with my girlfriend in a queer camp in a desert squatter town full of homeless people called Slab City. Our camp is dedicated to helping our neighbors and community.
Recently, we’ve run out of food at camp and we’re out of EBT (Food Stamps). We need to go to the EBT office to renew our food benefit and also to the store to shop while it’s being renewed. We’re really hungry and also need to buy sanitary supplies.
We need $20 for a ride $30 for food and $10 for goods that our EBT card won’t cover (soap, toilet paper, trash bags, etc)
None of us have a regular income, but we’re all involved in a project to better our local community. See more here and here.
Please Dоnаte to Help Us Raise $60 to get a ride to renew our EBT and buy groceries and be able to afford other household necessities.
People on here and Twitter are turning the term “refugee” into some sort of joke - so I’m just going to kindly ask everyone to stop tossing the term refugee around like it’s not an extremely politically charged term
- sincerely, someone who’s family are literally refugees
God the saddest thing about all the unmasking stuff is that people are probably secretly (and some openly) happy to not see any of us cripples in public now. Lots of us have to stay at home bc we can’t risk getting covid (again). And the ones that go out get harassed for wearing a mask. Like I’ve had people come up to me and ask why I’m wearing that or say loudly that they don’t think masks work. It’s scary.
And even probably people at pride think this too. That they are happy not to have any cripples in wheelchairs or canes/crutches slowing them down or getting grossed out by people with feeding tubes, diapers, or colostomy bags. We “ruin the fun” by just existing apparently.
If you are abled and read this, check your biases. You probably feel this way too deep down. Wear your mask.
wish i had a bit going where whenever i said “the prophecy” like three of my friends would repeat “the prophecy” in different tones while squinting into the distance and rubbing their chins like sages deep in thought. i would also do this for them, im a team player
okay, so, be me, 27 years old at the time, an adult by any definition in the world
be me at the los angeles zoo, one of my very favorite places in the world, because i love animals. i am immedietly 8 years old when presented with a little creature. i can’t help it.
okay, wait, go back. we must establish two things for this to hit right
first:
the year before, i’d gone to the san diego zoo with my aunt and grandma and! they let you feed giraffes there!!
how wonderful a world and how wonderful a life, where for $10 I can hand feed a giant creature three crispy biscuits. i go “i am feeding the giraffes right now” and go in line to buy the biscuits and return moments later triumphant, 3 biscuits in my grasp
“oh good!” my grandmother says, “one for each of us!”
“yes,” i say, despondent, “one for each of us.”
i wanted to feed all three to the giraffes myself but since i am an actual adult and not a child i do not say this and share the biscuits
second:
my friend group echoes. a lot
someone tells a story and ends it with “and that’s what happened!” and the rest of us will repeat “and that’s what happened!”
often in unison. and it’s constant, all the time, even to little stuff. often said in the tone of “they don’t even have dental”
ok, so we’re back at the los angeles zoo. they have opened the giraffe feeding
i am not going to be thwarted again
my two friends (K and M) get in line to feed them and i go to buy the biscuits. i return with nine biscuits because i am going to give the giraffes three biscuits myself and i do not want to hear a word of protest. i am being fair. i am being equitable. i am sharing. no one can judge me
“wow!” says K. “that’s a lot of biscuits!”
“the cult provides,” i say generously, handing over their share, because what is a friend group if not a small cult
and then, automatically, in unison, like they have so many times before and thinking nothing of what exactly they’re saying, M and K reply, “the cult provides”
two different people in line turn to stare at us while we all blink at each other and then M nervously shouts, “we are definitely not in a cult!” which sounds like something someone who is in a cult might say
and ever since it’s been a running bit where one person says “the cult ____” and everyone echoes it as seriously as possible, no matter where we are or who we’re around
which is to say, OP, that you could be living the dream if your friends weren’t cowards
