when I stood up to speak at the “restoring community” rally this afternoon was this:
I’m tired of speaker after speaker asking for dialogue and understanding between the two “sides” of striking students and non-striking students. What have we been doing for the past eight weeks? What were we…
I have lost count of the amount of queer and trans* people who have told me that they want or have wanted to commit suicide.
Sometimes I feel like it needs to be acknowledged more often that we’re often just a bunch of silly little kids with only the vaguest idea of what we want to be doing. How a lot of us may want to figure out how to get out of bed with a smile on our faces. Not all of us are sure how to put pants on one leg at a time. We often need to check and make sure we’re not putting too much milk in our cereal.
We’re allowed to be uncertain and doubtful. We don’t wake up one day with all the skills we need to survive in this world. It’s a learning process that even 30-somethings and 40-somethings go through. From what I’ve noticed, people have thick skulls and thin skins. We’re still learning to live life for the first time.
Give each other a break, okay?
Okay. <3
I am not really sure where else to ask. In about a week I will be homeless. I’ve been looking around the web for information on how to stay safe as a genderqueer roughing it on the streets. Of course I can’t find anything. I’m scared to go to shelters because I bind, and…
I think I would prefer one deep, authentic conversation with a stranger than to run into an acquaintance one hundred times.
I want to know people. I don’t care anymore what your major is or how many siblings you have. I want to know what you’re passionate about, what you dream of…
one day this kid will grow larger..
grow larger than any of you bullies.
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“… Cause’ the thing is, you and all those cool kids you hang out with may not really mean anything by it when you talk about those fags, queers, dykes, and heh-heh-heh-that’s so gay- and heh-heh-heh you’re only worthy…
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about where I find recognition in two ways. Like first, who recognizes me as “one of their own” and who do I want to recognize me as “one of their own”? And also, like where do I recognize myself, in other people, in media, in communities, etc.?
And I’ve been…
I’ve been trying to keep track, lately, on where I see myself in other people. It’s not usually with the other trans men I have met, who are usually masculine and straight, rather than effeminate and gay (like me). Gender-blender and tender-queer are also communities I feel kinship to. I really don’t relate to the majority of gay male culture. I have this serious lack of activist gay/queer men in my life. It’s really isolating sometimes to feel like the only anglophone man interested in gender advocacy in the city I live in.
[TW: nonconsensual drugging]
Original title: Need help. been drugged at dyke march. Now in davis emergency castro. Need someone here when hospital returns me. Friends unreachable. Have wifi not mobile.
Sos sos sos
signal boost.
Anyone in San Francisco or know someone in SF????? HELP!!!! SOS!!!!
Please reblog if you have followers in SF who can help.
I made my abusive husband leave because it finally got undeniably physical, but am still dependent on him to pay rent and bills until I can get more freelance work. he keeps using how broke we are as an excuse for why I should let him stay in the home with me and the kids until he…
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Barriere Lake Solidarity has produced this video to help bring attention to the current struggle by the Algonquins of Barriere Lake (ABL) against the Canadian Government’s imposition of Section 74 of the Indian Act. By enacting this obscure piece of the Act, the Canadian Government is attempting to take control of the community by imposing band council elections on the community. The ABL have always had their own customary government.
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