if you’re interested, this person is trying to organize a food/meal drive for elementery school kids in Ferguson.
schools in Ferguson have been closed since Monday and that’s where a LOT of the kids in Ferguson get their food from, to explain how important this is.
hey you guys!! obviously there’s some upsetting news going around, and it might be a little difficult to be online right now for some of you.
here is a masterpost of resources to distract or cheer yourself up. if you are at all triggered by this news, taking care of yourself should take first priority to participating in the worldwide outpouring of grief.
hey fellow trans teens living in an unsafe environment, theres a handy chrome app which allows you to password protect your browser. This is really really useful if your parents keep snooping through your stuff!!!
okay, so at the suggestion of a good friend, I’m making this post:
I’m in a really toxic environment at home during the summer and I’m looking for housing and summer job information in the NYC area (or, hell, any major city with a good public transportation system).
A couple Fridays ago I got sent to the emergency room for heat exhaustion. It sucked for so many different reasons, and I am upset I have not apparently been taking proper good care of my body like I should be during spring and summer seasons. It was embarrassing, I admit, but I suppose it happens to anyone some point in their life.
Nevertheless, sadly, I am having troubles paying off the medical bills. I’ve been told I owe 1,300USD due to ambulance fees and materials. Thankfully I declined farther testing while I was there, because I knew I wasn’t going to have the means to pay. I haven’t had health insurance since I turned twenty-one (almost three years since I turn twenty-four in three months). I have been unemployed for the past year, and my unemployment checks were only eighty-five (85) dollars a week after taxes, so I haven’t been able to save for situations like this. I have recently found employment (what luck, right?), but it is only merely part-time, and I am not sure how many hours I will end up receiving once my shop opens.
I genuinely hate being place in the position to ask for such large monetary help, but I just don’t know what else to do. I sent up a donation form button thingy through Paypal. You can access the link by clicking here. If by some miracle I get more than what I owe, I have made plans to give the rest to Shade Tree, a local Women’s Shelter, so can you please consider it?
Thank you, thanks so much in advance. I wish I had something else to offer people for being kind, but I don’t have any interesting talents that can translate into tangible items or rewards.
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not gonna reblog that vile post they created. Instead I give you this
This is what’s in my head. If you don’t want to know, don’t read it. You have been warned.
I am facing tragedy for the second time this week. Facing tragedy as a human and as an American.
I nearly lost a colleague, a man whose work I admire, at the Clackamas Town Center shooting this past Tuesday. I woke up this morning to discover kindergarteners murdered in their class rooms. I am the father of two children, and every day I am fortunate to take them to school, to watch them walk into a building that is old and graceful and warm and welcoming, and I am naive enough to not fear for their safety.
Willfully naive enough.
So were the parents in Newtown today.
Think of them.
It’s going to be hard. It’s going to hurt. But think of them.
Think about the mothers and fathers who took their five year-old by the hand after Cheerios and toast with grape jelly and maybe some special holiday peppermint hot cocoa, and walked them to school, to what was probably the last day of school before the holiday break. Think of them. Imagine them. Imagine the last look they had of their child. That last moment, their daughter turning her head and smiling or waving or running back for a last hug.
Think about that child’s excitement, and imagine how only three, four months ago, that First Day of School, and all the fear and uncertainty and unknown. Of the parents who told their children it would be all right, that they could do this, that they would be there for them when they came home.
Of the adults who lost their lives because they were in a building that exists to serve our future, our collective future, as a society, as members of the human race. Of their parents and spouses and siblings, of their plans for Chanukah tonight or New Year’s Eve. The parties they were planning, the promises they’d made, the sorrows and joys they were facing.
Imagine it. Don’t brush it aside. Close your eyes and breathe for a moment and take it in and let it hurt.
Because it fucking hurts.
This is a link to a petition asking the Obama Administration to “Immediately address the issue of gun control through the introduction of legislation to Congress.” As kellysue has pointed out, once this petition receives 25,000 signatures, the Administration is obliged to act on the issue. They’re clearly planning on doing so already, but the more signatures, the louder our need, the clearer our voice.
Write to them. Individually. Use a stamp. Typing up a letter and addressing it and mailing it is visible effort, and it brings that much more weight to your words.
Tell them you want Newtown to be the last time in American history where children went to their free education only to die, where their parents sent them off and will never recover from, never be able to forget this day.
Tell them that if they do not find, cannot muster, the political courage to stand up to the lobbies and the zealots and enact comprehensive gun reform and standardize mental health care support in this next session of congress, you will - you absolutely will - be voting for someone with that courage.
And tell them to close their eyes and imagine what it was like to be that mom or that dad today, and what it will be like to be them tomorrow, or the next day, or on Christmas, looking at presents that will never be opened, or a year from today, or ten years from today, or thirty, or fifty.
Do it now.
Let it hurt.
But use it.
a bunch of moms are making letters+audio recordings of affirming, validating letters to queer/trans* people who don’t get that kind of support from their moms
i would say more about it but
im kind of busy in this puddle of tears on the floor so
I kind of needed this