even if you can’t do anything else, reblogging helps me a lot!
im a homeless black trans person (i was cut off by my Christian family for being trans) and i’m disabled (OCD, autistic)
i’ve been wearing the same pair of pants for two weeks, my phone charger is broken, but i can’t even worry about that because i have $216 to my name right now, and i owe about $300 to my college for tuition fees
honestly, i have too much money stuff to worry about…but i’m going to just focus on school and clothes for now!
I particularly love that they put that flag onto a lesbian of color, given that the creator of the lipstick lesbian flag is a racist (and several other ists) shitshow.
Miscellaneous me. I’ve been listening to a podcast called Attack of the Queerwolves about queerness in horror movies and I’m really into it. It’s like an audio version of Tumblr.
I’ve been starting to find out after the fact that apparently original recipe me was considered a sort of hot, cool and unapproachable type person and I cannot fathom it. I’m like I WAS UGLY AND DEPRESSED OH MY GOD. I don’t know, I literally cannot see old pictures of myself as anything but like… marginally average and largely forgettable at best. And somehow I still didn’t know.
I just read the podcast description for “Attack of the Queerwolf”:
The token queers at Blumhouse go through the horror canon to see where
on the undead Kinsey scale your faves belong. Don’t be nervous: we’ve
done this before.
I subscribed immediately.
I seriously can’t reconcile people who tell me “Oh I thought you were hot/had a crush on you/we could have banged back in the day”. Like, it causes such a mental segmentation fault because I was totally sure I was an unfuckable lump, and also I wasn’t too aloof or too cool, I was fucking terrified all the time.
I’ve taken medicine now, but until it kicks in I’m likely going to feel the exact inverse of how I look. #sickday #girlslikeus #ginger ((she/her. okay to reblog.))
Today I learned that I shouldn’t plan an outfit without trying it on in advance, and that I am hopeless at matching clothes without my wife. A lesson is learned, but the damage is irreversible.
On this day I claim my right to Lesbian Fashion Disaster.