hi everyone, i just finished compiling fifteen poems for my fifth chapbook “visions of utopia”. in the ebook i ponder about the potential for encountering utopia while navigating through the inevitabilities of racial capitalism in daily life, from perspectives of a queer desi transfem. some of these poems have been locked up in a vault for years.. just like my p*ssy… and some i’ve written recently, but i hold all of them dear to my heart! please support me cus im in between jobs rn and i wanna save up for myself in the future/to donate to friends in cases of emergencies <3
HEY YALL the GoFundMe is back up!!! Please donate! I need it now more than ever after dodging that huge bullet and finally splitting off from my family!!! Thank you so much, all of you, for helping me make the decision to leave them behind and go through who I truly am! Thank you, thank you so much!
Hey friends! I know a lot of you are leaving Tumblr, and if my blog gets affected, this post obviously won’t be circulating on here ;; ! thank you for all who have donated and helped spread this around, I’ve reached almost halfway of my goal and if anyone would like to donate more, it would be very well appreciated! Right now my living situation is a lot better, and my parents are starting to come around, but I do need to save up for top surgery + bottom surgery in the future (I think my insurance will cover top surgery but defo not bottom surgery gdfhgsgfd and my bottom dysphoria is . awful.. and i defo plan on having it done in the future)
you know what? women shouldn’t be expected to shave anywhere and that’s the tea
But women shouldn’t be shamed for shaving if they want to!!! ♡♡
literally no one has ever shamed any woman for doing what society expects and teaches her she’s got to do to be desirable! thanks! that’s the opposite of the problem!
Nomitkon, Tajikistan — I’d never seen a bread eating cat before. But this cat loved bread. He would practically sit down at the table and wait to be served. The owners would throw him a few pieces and then throw him out of the house, but he would soon sneak back in and continue looking longingly at the loaves.
