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And here I am sitting at work alone waiting for someone to show up to our meeting. For what seems like the hundredth time. It’s always before our open dialogue on the third weekend of the month. I can’t tell whether everyone is just apathetic as fuck or really bad at scheduling. Doesn’t help that I feel like shit because of major trigger last night and waking up too late to eat anything. I need to meditate and get out of this negativity…

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agoldenprincess asked:

How do you feel about ben hall for mayor?

Well, I heard he gave Food Not Bombs a $100 donation, so that makes him seem like an ok guy. But to be real, I don’t really think changing around politicians is relevant to creating any real change for the people who face the most oppression in this society. And it certainly won’t abolish capitalism and all the violence and inequality it brings, so I honestly feel pretty apathetic about Ben Hall and mayoral politics. 

invisiblelad: lexuswillow: This is an old family picture. My family does not support my being in the LGBTQIA community. They actually are opposed to it. They tell me every day that its disgusting and that it’s sinful and I’ll go to hell for liking women. I moved out when I was seventeen, and in January I moved back in with them because I couldn’t handle everything that was going on. Every day one of my five siblings tells me to go back to Minnesota. My little brother Charlie (the black baby in the picture) is now 8 and he constantly physically attacks me and tells me that I’m not his sister and to leave. My other siblings make it very obvious and clear that they don’t want me here and my parents tell me constantly that they’re gonna kick me out soon. I’ve been saving every penny for a bus ticket to Oregon to stay with my best friend and today I found this picture in my sisters’ room ON DISPLAY. Not hidden. On display. They cut my face out of the picture. And that… That was just the last straw. I don’t care if anyone reblogs this or whatever, I don’t wanna get popular, I just want people to know that this is not what a family looks like. This is not something people should have to go through. This is no life. Heartbreaking.  “I just want people to know that this is not what family looks like. This is not something people should have to go through.”That thought is heart-breakingly true. I hope the best for you. No one should have to deal with this.
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invisiblelad:

lexuswillow:

This is an old family picture.

My family does not support my being in the LGBTQIA community. They actually are opposed to it. They tell me every day that its disgusting and that it’s sinful and I’ll go to hell for liking women.
I moved out when I was seventeen, and in January I moved back in with them because I couldn’t handle everything that was going on. Every day one of my five siblings tells me to go back to Minnesota. My little brother Charlie (the black baby in the picture) is now 8 and he constantly physically attacks me and tells me that I’m not his sister and to leave. My other siblings make it very obvious and clear that they don’t want me here and my parents tell me constantly that they’re gonna kick me out soon.
I’ve been saving every penny for a bus ticket to Oregon to stay with my best friend and today I found this picture in my sisters’ room ON DISPLAY. Not hidden. On display. They cut my face out of the picture.

And that… That was just the last straw.
I don’t care if anyone reblogs this or whatever, I don’t wanna get popular, I just want people to know that this is not what a family looks like. This is not something people should have to go through.

This is no life.

Heartbreaking. 

“I just want people to know that this is not what family looks like. This is not something people should have to go through.”

That thought is heart-breakingly true. I hope the best for you. No one should have to deal with this.

Body image

So, I thought I was over have body image problems, but the last few weeks or maybe months have proved me wrong and I feel like I need to acknowledge that. I feel too small. I feel too thin. I’m tired of being mistaken for a child. Some days I want more curves, and some times I’m glad I can look more androgynous. I don’t love my thighs and booty like I used to. I feel like I’ve lost weight and attractiveness at the same time. Sometimes I look in the mirror and see someone beautiful or handsome and other times I see an awkward looking little boy. Sometimes I hate my smile. Sometimes I hate my nose. Mostly I hate that I can feel my ribs and hip bones so well. I hate being so small and skinny. And no matter how much I try to gain weight and meet some idea of more healthy looking, nothing changes. I don’t know what’s going on in my head anymore. I do know that my partner told me I looked sooo handsome last night and he gave me a big kiss, and I reflected on how crazy I must be to feel this way.

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