Overheard In A Garden, Oliver Herford

Hi everyone

I did not want to make a post like this but things are kind of bad right now. Terrible stuff has not stopped happening for months now, and I've found it very hard to get back on my feet.

Basically: I traveled "back home" to get my top surgery in June. During recovery, I experienced lack of resources, shelter and was a victim domestic violence. As a result of this, I was not able to prioritize my health.

I wasn't able to return to my physically demanding job in the state where I live due to workplace discrimination as well as needing more time to recovery from surgery, i am trying to get my gender marker changed on my ID and transfer my SSI benefits (which are my only real source of income right now) to the state where I live. As well as transfer my state health insurance. I am on medicaid, but the only clinics that will take it are on the opposite side of the country.

I also need to pass all my classes at school, so i still haven't been able to get to the office and sort it out.

I don't even know how to express how tired i am. I don't have enough money to eat on most days. My bank account is overdrafted and my phone is a piece of shit that's always breaking. I don't have support.

TL;DR Disastrous mistake of a Trans man can't get his life together and needs money

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A detailed woodcut showing veins of essexite and camptonite rock from Zeitschrift der Deutschen Geologischen Gesellschaft Bd.60 (1908).

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Jareth clearly understood the importance of the “conversation pit.”

i love when waves whitecap. the ocean is wild and uncontrollable and im living for it

the rain is coming down in sheets outside, im making hot chocolate, feeling good abt myself and passing well today, life is good right now

peace and love I hope everyone’s doing alright

found this old poem i wrote. i kind of like it and thought id share. feels like it belongs on my blog.

the peace of too much leans over me, grinning wide and yellow // not a threat, but a presence. // I walked down the road today and saw the setting sun in its blazing chalice, // saw winding roads with grass riding their middles. // I let out my arms like a sail on the downwind, // ready to be done. // relief etching itself on the mirror of my mind. // my scars are beautiful and hiding them seems delicately pointless. //  the scar tissue is a red reminder of loss and what my sullen brain has cost me. // it is a reminder that slashing and fighting and kicking gets you nowhere, only luffing // in the wide open bay. // at the bus stop I rolled up my sleeves and stared at my rope-covered forearms. // it was bright and green out. // I forgave myself // without letting go. 

manifesting good vibes and new beginnings