K needs support for his teeth. The funds will be used for dental surgery costs + related expenses. Gratitude for support, love, donations!

Please Support K’s teeth. In 2012, he received incomplete care which has now resulted in necessary urgent dental work—- 3 root canals & crowns!

Since 2007, K. Barrett has faced a chain of oral surgeries— impacted wisdom teeth that resulted in painful allodynia on the chin and jaw, decay into 3 root canals, and 3 longstanding abscesses that weren’t receptive to anti-biotics only to be treated w/ oral surgery.

Along with this dental history, K. was attacked and injured at work in november 2009. His longstanding traumatic experience resulted in extensive nerve damage to their right foot, arthritis, bone shifting/foot fractures as well as a sprained thumb and wrist now with arthritis, nerve damage, and carpel tunnel syndrome. This same result is now true for his left foot. Treatment under worker’s comp has been slow, grueling, and often, dehumanizing. 

**He has received two foot surgeries since 2012 and now is awaiting a third for the his left foot that has been hyper-compensating for his permanent disability. The Worker’s Comp system is an excruciatingly painful and dissonant climate for a Transgender Person of Color. 
I am exhausted and taxed mentally, emotionally, and physically to the point where pain heightens. Often times, WC doctors, surgeons and professionals will accompany gender shame or victim-blaming without understanding the particular difficulties that someone with several identities has to face professionally.

The money you offer will be solely for the costs of:
-three root canals ($725 each, total $2,175)
-three fillings ($650 each, total $1,950)
All completed by NYU School of Dentistry

Help K. continue his dedication to theirself and communities in struggle with less pain! For more info on K’s work & dedication to community, please see:
http://www.transjusticefundingproject.org/who-we-are/#2013 Grantmaking Panel
http://transbodies.com/people/kay-ulanday-barrett/
http://www.poormagazine.org/node/4722

Please help and ease strain for K. during this taxing time. We appreciate any love, intentions, goodness, and donations that you can offer.

A few examples of workshops our communities actually need in real life #5

1) “Woo without boundaries: how polyamory is used as an excuse to be irresponsible*.”

2) “Stay at home & watch a netflix comedy of your choice without guilt.”

2.5) “This is why I stay home: how party kids & political protests embrace respectability & ableism.”

3) “How puppies, kittens, and waffles are awesome. Always.”

4) “Derailing is my middle name: when white guilt fucks with your mental health.”

5) “But what about my partner? How white love in qt/poc spaces colonises shit. AKA why we can’t have our own (read: nice) things.”



**check: previously used the word “dick” in which was dfab to dfab note, is transmisogynist. Noted, my mistake, my apologies, won’t happen again. Check made by @ojo-de-venado.
A few examples of workshops our communities actually need in real life #14

1) “Leave my bed FOR WHAT?! the myth of bootstraps, productivity, & worth.”

2) “White transmasculinity, bro: how qtpoc get “overlooked” for paid jobs, partners, & resources.”

3) “I eat meat (or not), stop being an asshole: the white skinny cis savior american standards on desire & health.”

4) “White social workers are the worst.”
4.5) “Why do white social workers want to study me/sleep with me?”

5) “Psst… you’re rich: how wealthy POCs take up space in qtpoc, not-profits, & our neighborhoods.”

6) “fuck your music festival: why womyn & cissexism are obnoxiously violent.”

A few examples of workshops our communities actually need in real life #34

1) Ah, reactionary agreements & the partners who have them.

2) Being vague with tantrums: how to deal with irresponsible polyamory (A master class).

3) How ableism fucks you over: It just does.

4) You can do your art & survive! No, really. It’ll be real cute.

5) Rock with me: a guide on reciprocity for sick and disabled trans & queer people of color.

[i was inducted into the #trans100 just recently. i am one of two pilipin@ people and possibly, one of the only who attempts to work on #disabilityjustice work being recognized. there are many fiery and bright #transgender community members who are committed to social change in every asset to society who aren’t recognized enough. I’m humbled to be included and know that so many strive daily for the rights and liberation of an extensive #transgender community in the u.s. there are hella people who brought us here, who may or may not have been recognized. special insta congratulatory shouts to @beaverfuzz, @fakerapper, @janetmock, @ninothefunnyman. #tpoc #tapi #transpeopleofcolor #queer #kaybarrett]

things too late to text you, so in your dreams, i'll whisper this. [freewrite]

1.
in this love 
let our words to be
as harmonic as our moans.

let our promises
spread more muscle 
than our legs have ever known.

2.
we aren’t just satisfied tendons
but the cupping of hearts,
pulses again and again,
a generous wavelength.

our rumbling bodies will rest here—
the shiver of your feet like lullaby,
the ache of my feet the timbre in thunderstorms,
yet every morning, we’ll wake up a new song.

we’ll be an unforgettable hum, living a melody we’ve 
always wanted to dance to
but never thought we deserved.

[i want to call and ask you to come over...

you’d say, “of course I’ll be there.” the story ends with your exhale at the nape of my neck, my palms eclipsed to your palms, our legs overlapped in the manner of tree branches, and quiet. that’s all I want with you. the need and the leisure of our blended breath. just the thick delicate shape of us after midnight. that’s not what is happening. instead, you and I are beyond miles. we are rivers and roadways apart. if I think too hard about it, I even start to hate the wind between us. we’re so far, we might as well be strangers. and don’t try to console me with, “well, at least we’re under the same moon.” at least the moon gets to see you beam in person. I wish I was the moon. if I were the moon maybe I’d understand the rise and fall, the variation of us. if I were the moon maybe I wouldn’t be so worried to shift my own shape just to get the chance of you.]

Food for me is an unquestionably collective act. It’s beautiful. Learning politics has always been centered in pamilya and homies eating food, sharing recipes, and telling stories. My first political meetings and cultural work spaces, in all kinds of movement work, always guaranteed a delicious spread where everyone showed up to feed one another as a subconscious spiritual connection. I find that cultural awareness starts with food and art. I cannot build with a stranger if we bust out with internalized racism or systemic ableism off the bat. People unfortunately find it difficult and abrasive. However, start off with some cute appetizers, and soon enough we can talk about how our families made recipes from backyard gardens or reminisce about the first time we made something from scratch that felt like home. Read more at: http://bitchmagazine.org/article/food-from-the-cusps

— 

—-Kay Ulanday Barrett- ‘Food From the Cusps,’ via Bitch Magazine.
www.kaybarrett.net

[Description: a brown boi wearing all black, has big black hair & glasses. He’s smiling sweetly & using crutches.] This is what my first hour being 33 years old looks like. Thanks for the celebrations everyone & for @aemiliusmilo_ramirez & @wompnjboi for the dinner. #qtpoc #qpoc #qtipoc #transmasculine #translivesmatter #transpeopleofcolor #qtpocsupremacy #kaybarrett #chronicpain #ohshitimadeitthisfar #sickanddisabledqueers #sickqueertimes #thirtyfree

[Description: light blue book cover days CRIPTIQUES in bold black letters, encased by a black rectangle.] Shouts for the props & post by @ryryelle: “Just got my copy and excited to read this now that I have more free time! Just realized that @brownroundboi is in too so I’m excited excited. #criptiques #cripstudies” Amazing & brilliant people I’m happy to learn from/with also included are: Lydia Brown aka The Autistic Hoya, @menacemingus, and Krip-hop / Sins Invalid dynamo, Leroy Moore. #qpoc #qtipoc #qtpoc #sickanddisabledqueers #sickqueertimes #disabilityjustice #qtpocsupremacy #disabilitiesstudies #sdqlove #transpeopleofcolor #qpoc #peopleofcolor #writing #kaybarrett #chronicpain #spoonies #spooniesaturday]

[Performers/teachers/singers/dancers/organizers from Asian Desi Pacific Islander American Freedom School in Eugene, OR. Hosted/organized by @webstersofia! Photos taken by the sweet & mighty, @mightyfemme! So much love for this.] 💜 #apia #qapi #pacificislander #qtpoc #boi #desi #asian #hawaiian #nativehawaiian #pinay #spokenword #Kaybarrett #boihustle #freedomschool #sickdisabledqueers #sickqueertimes

Description: tempura fish fillet, shrimp, shishito peppers, eggplant, & nori with rice in a bowl. A smaller bowl contains miso soup. Brunch with Kit.

This was my day before surgery lunch. I got so much fatshaming about my high blood pressure the next day from the medical staff. Fuck y’all. This (and every fried delicacy) was worth it times all the bowls of all the tempura eggplant in all the world.

[Description: brown bois, one chinese hawaiian & the other pinoy, make hungry faces with their tongues sticking out. They hold green tea & black sesame soft serve icecream.

Reposting: By @kityanpoet “With @brownroundboi yesterday at Mitsuwa getting our groceries and green tea and black sesame soft serve on!”] #chosenfam #sickanddisabledqueers #qapi #transpeopleofcolor #qtpoc #qpoc #transmenofcolor #transmasculine #Kaybarrett #kityan #brownbois #previously #gratitude #icecream #qtpoceats #qtpocsupremacy]

[Morning pages: 20, July 2014]

1) somehow, I think I’m writing the same poem over and over again. same sounds, patterns, even the promises are flashbacks. the people mouthing the words, enveloping arms, the characters always softer as i go (thank goodness), always just different enough not to resemble the same twilight twice. I don’t think it’s my best work, just the only work that knows how to open me up enough to not shut tight. gotta switch it up. How is it that I know how the stanzas end and though I’m never surprised, I’m never fully prepared?

2) mama said, “your pouring is the problem,” for cleaning up other people’s houses she sure could spot my blemishes. I think she’s perpetually going to begrudge me for not being more like her—- guarded, stone, a smiling satisfaction of restraint. Unquestionably immersed in love, but never revealing it till she knew the whole price or her whole worth, whichever came first. I’m going to rebel and love and fall and ache and rebel again. her american dream got me this far. i got a blotchy college education, an apartment big enough for some presentable craigslist furniture, and the tongue to tip big or bargain in the right setting. It’s not her biggest accomplishment, but for my heart to be more foolish than the ones before me, I’d consider it a leisure.

2.5) Child of an immigrant, heart redux. Love sick or very sick and in love? It used to be a balikbayan box full of talcum powder, tube socks, gym shoes, lotion, pain meds, and missing pamilya by phone. Now it’s baggage full of old poems, coconut oil, pain meds, missing family who’s dead. All never go far without letters tightly packed together in hopeful cursive, never sure if they’ll make their way home again. Questioning: was there even really a home in the first place? did I make it up? The long loop of the L’s like lassos for limbs they could hardly remember. Loving from afar is a blood right.

3) “…so I tell you
your heart can unfold
like maps
if you let me
find my way to you.”

4) to be brown, queer, and in love isn’t always as grandeur as it sounds. sometimes it’s trauma on trauma, skin on skin, a leaning into eachother to fight stiff seating on a Brooklyn-bound subway car. it’s braided fingers like rope or thread keeping you together. it’s the delicacy of never being seen or heard fully but hardly ever ignored. sometimes at dawn, it could be voices trailing in soft staccato, as faint as the stars, as stark as opposite timezones, distantly murmuring in their sleep, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

At hospital admitting room waiting for foot joints & nerves surgery! Please send love… And snacks… And prayers… And ancestor channels… More snacks… And blessings of pain management. Thanks @aemiliusmilo_ramirez for going with me & for bring care support!!

[Description: two brown round #transmasculine people at varying handsome, smile awkwardly. They both have glasses. The guy on the right has facial hair and holds crutches, the guy on the left holds a cane.] #sickanddisabledqueers
#sickqueertimes #qtpoc #qtipoc #qpoc #transpe #transmasculine
#transmenofcolor
#translivesmatter #brownboichronicals #brownboi #kaybarrett

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