Stay safe, folks I love on tumblr. <3
A friend of mine (Sar) invited me out to western NY for a mental health vacation from life (helped with gas, etc). I’ve been hanging with her and G and some other folks since I moved (I didn’t move out west, god I wish, I love being close to the Lakes).
We’ve all been going femme every day, flowers in the hair, skirts and dresses and shit, hitting up Lake Ontario’s beaches and guy (and for me, girl too, cuz I’m the only bi chick in the group) scoping. Eating delicious comfort food (I’ve yelled out NO REGRETS on the toilet like five sep times now).
I totes got asked out on the pier. This wicked cute guy needed a marker to write his name on the pier’s light tower thing. He climbed up with a marker borrowed from me and his mom (or grandma or older auntie or whatevs, you could tell they were related) and I helped him brace himself up there. After he was done and going his way he turned back. I guess I had kinda been a little flirty with my eyes and he caught them again and I kinda melted and he walked back over, trying to look all cool and though but you know he was nervous and liked me. He was all “hey girl what’s your name?” And we talked and flirted and he got my number from me. :D
I spent the rest of the day strutting like I was the sexiest bitch in the world I was so pleased.
Sar got a good meetup with a guy too. Her coworker (L, who I swear to god looks like she could be Raven Symoné’s long lost twin sister or something, Sar and I both noticed that) introduced Sar to her cousin, who’s also goddamn cute and really compatible with her. I also got to play with L’s kid and continued to feel phantom ovary explosions cuz this little girl, omfg she was adorable (so sad I can’t have kids. I want a million babies you have no fucking idea). We crashed toy cars into Sar’s feet and she’s like “<Kinsey> stop being five” and then L and I hung out and talked in the kitchen about my living situation/unemployment and my work as a live in nanny and both of our disabilities and her work troubles. Then we all got taco bell (after dropping her baby off with another relative, after she just had soda, cuz we’re jerks XD) and watched bad tv in Sar’s living room and bullshitted for a while
Also I went to a few bars over the course of this week and only felt the faintest of cravings, didn’t touch a drop and everyone was wicked supportive. It’s been about 10 months now? Almost a year dry and it really seems like I’m getting a serious handle on this. I’m really proud of that. I’ve got more hope than ever I can stay away from alcohol now.
So yeah, I’m a lot more relaxed now, this really made up for the shitstorm of the last few months. I feel like I can tackle unpacking my shit when I get back and hitting the streets for more job apps.
I’m gonna make it. Cuz fuck you, universe, that’s why. XD
I had to shell out around 240 dollars on car repairs and I’m almost in broke territory, still waiting on more interviews and possible job offers. Anything you could donate right now would be super appreciated.
Love y’all and I’ll prolly be back in June (cuz I still gotta put my compy back together)
See you in a week, maybe
Not the rig itself, just unhooking the monitor and the speakers and any shit I have jury rigged to it
Now I won’t unplug the wrong things in the wrong order.
Friends, and friends of iPhone. Hi, my name is Billy. I wrote an iPhone app called TranSquat. In a nutshell, it is a gender neutral bathroom finder that locates bathrooms that are gender free relative to your current location. You can search, add and share safe, discreet locations. It was written by and for the trans community. It is powered by data from safe2pee. You can help build the app by downloading and adding locations in your own communities.
On a personal note, I wanted to write an app for the trans community. It is also my fundraising goal to get 3000 downloads to help finance my surgery with Dr. Charles Garammone. So far, I only have 2956 to go. Every download helps.
Even better, if you would like to support this project you can donate to my top surgery fund at:
http://billyjack.chipin.com/dr-garramone .
Any help appreciated.
Finally, if you could share this with others whom might find this app useful and would like to support this project that would be much appreciated too!!! Thanks for reading.
http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/transquat/id521546602?ls=1&mt=8
This necklace is from fucking years ago and I thought it was gone and I’m wearing it right now
(Source: mega00antthony, via polerin)
50: Percent who are black
10.7: Average time, in years, from conviction to exoneration
10,000: Combined time, in years, the 891 exonerated prisoners spent behind bars
1,170: Convicted defendants cleared in 13 “group exonerations” since 1995, following large police-corruption scandals, usually involving planted drugs or guns
lol 50% black
just leaving that there for y’all
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There’s a picture going around, a protest picture, of a kid holding a sign with his face on it that says “if you take away my entitlements, can you take away my autism?”
This is an emotionally abusive thing to make a kid do. Have your own politics. I don’t give a whiff of a shit. BUT DO NOT MAKE A KID CARRY A SIGN THAT SAYS “I AM BROKEN FIX ME”. DO NOT DO THAT SHIT.
Do not then argue with a disabled survivor of abuse that it’s just “keeping it real”. If I am calling out abuse, it is abuse, because my notion of normal and not normal is a bit skewed. That shit is not acceptable.
If you think it is, you are not an ally. It’s all over facebook & probably here as well. If you’re a decent person, collect.
Will collect when/if I see it!
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Because I’ve seen several people do this within the past week or so…
If you’re going to reblog one of those rapidly constantly flashing “drag this image to see what random fate awaits you!” thing…
The random fate that awaits many is migraines or seizures. And that’s without having to click or drag.
Please. Tag these sorts of things “epilepsy warning” if you reblog them.
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Now I gotta finish eating and stack all my shit in the car. Someday I will have a permanent address (5+ years living there) of my own with a lease or whatever and I’m gonna throw a party.
The Fuck You I’m Staying Here Party.
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It’s really not appropriate (Edit: Citation removed on request of person cited) for me to reblog any of that as a white chick, so my bad.