idk what else to do

it’s getting,,, to the point where i see??? more posts??? about how TERRIBLE girls are for derailing male positivity posts,,, than i actually see?? girls DOING that??? and im,,, confused tbqh

I added a donate button to my blog because I’m struggling to keep up with rent with my roommates and pay for setting myself up here with furniture and stuff at the same time, as well as trying to afford gender neutral clothes. I would ask my parents but I haven’t spoken with my mother in four years and my relationship with my father is all downhill since he kicked me out. I’m not asking for much, but the help is greatly appreciated. I’ll throw you a follow or a million selfie reblogs in return for a small amount <3

The Story

I’m a 27 year old queer woman in Chicago, urgently trying to raise funds to get out of the city and my toxic relationships and living situation here. I have a supportive and healthy community in Boston I’m desperate to move to and begin rebuilding my life.

And I have an amazing opportunity in June to move there, to live with a close, incredibly supportive friend! I have transportation for myself and my sweet dog in the form of another friend just so happening to be in my area at the end of May, who’s super generously offered to provide transportation back to Boston! Basically everything is finally really, really ideal to move this summer, specifically.

The problem is, I work in the service industry trying to cobble any kind of a career back together after missing an entire year of work due to medical disability, and I live paycheck-to-paycheck. Saving anything is a challenge with rent, bills, and the therapy/medication that makes it possible for me to work again, but I’ve scraped together some funds from tip money since last year. And then Jan 25, 2016 I got queer-bashed by two men who followed me out of the bar I was at. I came out of it with a lingering injury where my skull hit the ground twice in quick succession. I caught a fall entirely on my face as well, which among other things ended up breaking a tooth on the sidewalk cement.

Fixing that tooth means dipping into my Boston savings. Getting my head checked out (it’s been two weeks of constant headaches since then) means dipping into Boston savings. I have first month’s rent budgeted out in my financial plan I’ve followed since November. That’s a predicted $700 - which is where my medical expenses will have to come from now. And that ruins any chance of starting over in Boston.

There’s so much that is perfect about this opportunity, and I hate letting the chance to get out slip through my fingers because I can’t keep my head above water until then. If you feel so lead, I could really use any help you can give. I know the goal is absurdly optimistic. But honestly - even a few dollars is a huge deal for me right now. Here’s my page. 

Thank you so much and so much love to all of you.

Open to all

Ant wasn’t much of a swimmer. Old stereotypes aside it was just not something that appealed to him. Splashing around in chlorine filled waters just seemed…incredibly dull to him. Which would naturally beg the question why was he in the pool in the first place? Well…what the hell else was he going to do besides sit in water to that it just covered his nose and see how long he could hold his breath— which was a hell of a long time— in this place? Damned collar.