REALLY,

REALLY,

i’m such a good kitty, don’t put up fights

but if you trick me, baby, it gon’ get sticky

pose by @helgatisha​

hello everyone

i am a proud mixed Indigenous lesbian. i struggle to announce this. i know my issues are not that big compared to what is going on globally. it’s hard to see your life as worthwhile when, in the grand scheme of things, it is insignificant. but i fear for my life.

yesterday (9/7) i found out i have cervical cancer. after months of waiting for an appointment, despite having known since something was wrong, due to the injustice that is the American healthcare system. it has completely turned my world upside down + shaken me to my core. with every breath i fear the cancer is spreading. i don’t know how long my own body has been killing itself, all i know is that i need to hurry to get the injured parts of it removed. 

my family has built itself from the ground up and is barely managing. especially with the pandemic.. which has taken a tremendous toll on the alaskan economy.. and as farmers, we lack the means to afford the medical care i’m in dire need of. i struggle with my mental health during a normal day, and this news has virtually killed any light i had left. my waking moments have felt like a nightmare. a nightmare with no foreseeable end in sight. 

if there is anyone out there who reads this, by offering your help you are saving me. whether it be by thoughtful sentiments or contributions or spreading this post wherever you can. my life is not in my hands anymore.

thank you for taking the time to read this. i appreciate all of you

paypal: banhmibaby037@gmail.com 

venmo: mercurialgirl

I’ve seen a few rainbow follow trains, but they’ve been full of blogs that haven’t been updated in months, so here’s a fresh one! Hop aboard the rainbow follow train if you’re a rainbow simmer of any kind!  🚂🏳️‍🌈

HELLO EVERYONE! I AM ASKING FOR HELP IN BEHALF OF OUR COUNTRY!!!

If some of you are not aware, Typhoon Ulysses devastated our cities and provinces. Houses were flooded and destroyed, leaving hundreds if not thousands of families devastated. Though some malls are providing shelter, a lot of their necessities are gone.

This is the second typhoon that hit us, first Typhoon Rolly- and to add information, the provinces affected are still not done from recovering, their towns are still destroyed and in bad shape -and now Typhoon Ulysses, Filipinos are dying and suffering and its up to us citizens to help ourselves.

Here are some of the many ways you can help us, I am doing this because I haven’t seen any post about this and I really want to help my fellow Filipinos, so please please! I am not requiring you to donate, but please do help me spread this information, amidst this pandemic, Filipinos are out there without their needs. All I’m asking for is a reblog, so please help me.

REALLY,

i’m such a good kitty, don’t put up fights

but if you trick me, baby, it gon' get sticky

pose by @helgatisha​

Just casually thinking about 2016 where the day before the election, my professor for the Race sociology class I was taking made mention of the fact that he was nervous, but hopeful. He wished us all a happy election day, told us to go vote, and he’d see us on Wednesday for our quiz and a recap of marginalization and voter suppression.

Then on Wednesday, we walked into that 9:30am class and found him sitting on the table up front with puffy red eyes, wrinkled T-shirt, shoes untied, and no quiz on the board. He just sat there and watched us come in and we all sat in silence and he spent the whole class leaking tears and talking it out with us.

He was a white man, a self-professed privilege magnet: male, heterosexual, Christian, college educated, middle class, etc and so forth, and he was in absolute shambles. He told us that he stayed up all night watching everything he built his career around get ground into the dirt in one evening. He spent all night and all morning fielding terrified phone calls from the undocumented kids he helped get into the university he worked at, who were wondering when they were going to get deported now, from his Black and Latino coworkers just sobbing in utter rage and agony and fear, from his students of color and his LGBT friends and students. And, he said, all he could do was listen, because we, as the majorities, had failed them. We let the worst happen.

Several folks in the class tried to be optimistic and say that it wouldn’t be that bad, but the professor, who up to this point had always been a ray of sunshine and hope, shut every one of them down because, he said, it absolutely would be that bad.

One girl in the corner started sobbing and told us that just a week before her uncle in Arizona, who had a green card, got deported illegally, and they were fighting to get him home, but now she was wondering when it was going to happen to her. She was too scared to go home and visit her parents for Thanksgiving because she was afraid of going through security at an Arizona airport and getting snatched and shipped out of the country illegally just because she was latina.

And our professor passed her a tissue out of his own pocket, looked at all of us and said, “Remember this in 2020. Don’t you dare let it happen again.”

So I’m sending his plea on to all of you. Don’t let it happen again. Don’t let it happen again. Please, don’t let it happen again.