TW: Sad


The wound in me speaks:
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There was never a time I didn't experience violence for being "different", and being shut out of EVERY SINGLE COMMUNITY OF EVERY INTERSECTIONAL IDENTITY that is part of me. I have no queer ancestors , or trans ancestors that I can respect, because no one respects my disabled and sick body, my agency, or sees me as a person. My ancestors are the animals. I am an animal. The ancestors I long to not have been broken away from, were seen as animals by the original colonizers of this continent. I'm reclaiming the term animal--- because it's more than a term, it is a biological fact. Every part of me and every conscious and unconscious expression of those parts is imprinted onto my DNA.
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This is the only time I will ever be alive. There is no afterlife, no meeting the ancestors. They too are gone. The only "afterlife" they have, is in my genetic zentangle. It's only now. My past is a past life, and I've died thousands of times, and been born thousands more--- and it's only been 41 years.
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I been Largely alone in this world.
I consciously gave birth to my family so I'd no longer be alone--truly a Creator god. I am my own god, other than me, no god exists in my life. The children are gods, and I listen to all of their fresh wisdom so that I may survive day to day.
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When my death comes, it will be as it should be, no matter it's form. I will die in the metaphorical or literal jaws of a hungry Being. Whether that Being is another animal or whether their body's hunger is appeased by my blood, or their hungry Ego is satisfied. But, until that inescapable moment of bodily death, I will fight for my life, I will fight to survive, and I will run, and relocate as many times as I must. Be it me and the children, trying to survive a society and world of hungry Beings, that hunt for our Lives.
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Pride month is a distraction for me. A distraction from a fact that is was a riot (so it is said), where trans folx were fighting for their rights to exist, and beating back predators with all their might and Being. That is what the stonewall riot means to me. It isn't Pride, it's remembrance.

Remember stonewall... and we each have walls to climb then destroy..

If my life means anything, please let it be a warning cry--- to all of you who could be in my place. None of you are safe. I promise you this.People need to band together. We need to protect our rights, protect each other, protect our rights to safe shelter! Landlords are acting abusively, viciously, ruthlessly and with impunity because the systems of legal aid are overwhelmed and lawyers cost a premium.

Promise me, PLEASE PROMISE ME you will fight for your neighbors. Draw them close, love them how you are able. We each are precious.

We're alive,
we're here,
we haven't disappeared!

We are not numbers!

This past week, during a dinnertime discussion, the idea was brought up that we should try to keep a hive or two of honey bees. Of course, that sounds like an awesome idea for whenever we aren't stuck in an awful apartment. I do want to make sure that no one has a bee allergy.

Ok [​US] folks.

So, the weather's getting nice and some of you might like frolicking in nature which is freakin wonderful y'all. But, I want you to know about wearing appropriate gear if you're gonna be galavanting through tall glasses, wooded areas, fields, etc, because---- TICKS! LYME DISEASE! aaaaaaand the fact that health insurance doesn't cover treatment of Lyme disease! Oy!

So, here is a resource just in case you find yourself in an unfortunate situation and you believe you been nabbed by a tick:

Because the CDC states that Lyme disease can be treated with 30 days of antibiotics, the majority of insurance companies do not recognize chronic Lyme disease as a legitimate illness and will not pay for long-term treatment.

More information here:

www.gofundme.com/c/blog/pay-for-lyme-treatment#:~:text=Because%20the%20CDC%20states%20that,pay%20for%20long%2Dterm%20treatment.

From my pal Kit Muse (listen up peeps):


"If you haven't, I encourage you to look up MIT's Living Wage Calculator. See what it is. There's a good chance you're not making it, which you might have known. But you might not either.

livingwage.mit.edu/

Once I saw this a lot of things made a lot of sense about the stress I've been under for the past decade and why I feel as if I'm drowning... And why I am thoroughly pissed at the business owning class in my town. Educate yourself.


Keep this in mind, folks. Know your worth! 💪