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5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

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So there was this thing on the wof subreddit called dragon of the week, which was basically when the community would vote for a character, and everybody had a week to draw that character and it was pretty cool! Eventually, the person who started it kinda stopped posting it and I think it would be cool to bring it back and I think it would also be cool if people from other social medias got a chance in it participating too, so (hopefully) here's the start of the first unofficial Dragon of The Week

I would really appreciate it if anyone who saw this rebloged so more people have a chance to see this!

Google Docs

New dragon of the Week form

So here's a test for the new dragon of the week here's how'll I'll do it, starting off on the first week people can recommend characters and

Please take the time to read this. I need help desperately to keep my car which is the only place left I have to sleep.

I'm a struggling trans masc. I'm homeless and living out of my partners car right now that I can barely afford (it's about 500 a month). I took on tons of commissions to afford basic necessities like food, hygiene and medical supplies. Even after not paying for phone service and staying outside stores and restaurants to use their public wifi we have no money. My partner has tried applying to almost every job available and no one will get back to us. We were targeted by a lgbt housing support group and had all resources cut off from us because me and my partner are trans masc.

I'm burnt out and it feels like I'm slowly dying. I've only eaten uncooked spam, peanut butter and tortillas in the past week. I'm trying to stay happy enough to work or push myself through the pain and still make art but I can't. And I know soon enough impatient clients will start demanding refunds because as a homeless person people don't view me as worthy of living.

If you can offer any help please do. We try to be very careful with our money to help us survive longer. Please help us pay for our car or at least help us pay for gas so our car doesn't get towed. We desperately need help as we're both disabled and our families both have distanced themselves from us.

This isn't us just asking for a hand out. We're scared, exhausted and we can't make it on the street. We're barely surviving now and if we lose this car I don't know if I'll be able to stay alive much longer.

Please help. Give me advice or at least wish us luck please. I don't want to die before I reach 30. Art is my only source of income you can check out my kofi if you are only interested in art.

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Please. This will save my life. I have nothing and no one wants me or my partner to work for them. Please.

Hey Aussies, do you want your real name and ID slapped on your tumblr account? If the answer is fuck no, our gov’s got a upcoming legislation for banning 16 year olds and under from social media even WITH parental consent. And by “Social Media”…

The code defines social media as electronic services that meet the following conditions:

The sole or primary purpose of the service is to enable online social interaction between two or more end users

The service allows end users to link to, or interact with, some or all other end users

The service allows end users to post material on the service

Such other conditions (if any) as are set out in the legislative rules.

So. You know. Just the entire fucking internet. They even named youtube as banned, god forbid kids out in the bush get access to LGBTQ+ communities online when they could be watching adds for sportsbet.

I am 100 per cent supportive of eliminating bullying and fake information from online platforms. The easiest way to do that is to be able to utilise existing laws, and the easiest way to do that is to ensure there are no fake accounts. Your digital, online life is your real life. If you want to make comments, that's fine, but it should be as you, as a verified account. This means everyone knows who it is that makes those comments, that you can be found and prosecuted under existing laws, just as you would if you express those opinions in a newspaper, for example, or you went on to a television station and said something similar.

Contact an Aussie senator about this shit. They’re trying to slide it under all the USpol news.

a bit late but wanted to revisit an unfinished sketch for today

happy trans visibility day, lets keep fighting for eachother