Gina

datingdisastersofaqueergirl:

There are people that exist in your life and they are just it for you. From the moment you meet them, you know, “Yes. Yes. This is it.” I remember the first time I came across the phrase “kindred spirit” when I was 8 years old, reading Anne of Green Gables. They are rare and beautiful people in your life and they are everything.

Andy (boy on the left) is one of those people for me (girl on the right). Ever since we met at Camp Trans 2009, he has been my platonic soul mate. We call each other “brother” and we mean it. 

In the last three months, both of our lives have fallen apart. Some of those things happened in tandem (one of our best friends killed themselves in December) and some of those things have been completely separate (he got in a 4 car pileup just days after the funeral; I watched my neighbor bleed to death in her driveway last Saturday). But he needs me. And I need money.

I live in Oakland. He lives in Michigan. A couple of weeks ago, his partner, with whom he has been for many years, was poisoned. He has an incredibly rare neurological condition called dystonia, and he is now suffering from brain damage. Andy is doing his best to take care of him, but all the stress of the last three months got to him and he had a massive seizure, breaking his arm in two places. His partner now uses a wheelchair and is also having seizures. His partner was also the sole financial provider for the family and obviously can no longer work. My best friend is struggling to keep afloat.

I have been an aid for folks with both physical and neurological disabilities for 6 years. I can help them. I just need to get there. 

I’ve asked for money from tumblr before, to get to my friend’s funeral. Y’all saved me then, and I’m hoping beyond hope that lightening might strike twice. I need a good thing like you would not believe. And flying to Michigan to take care of my friends is that good thing.

I need help buying a plane ticket and making up for the week of work I’ll be missing. My partner and I are way below the poverty line and we could not pay rent if I missed a day of work. So. If you’re able and willing, please consider tossing me like 5 bucks to go take care of the platonic love of my life. If it makes you feel any better, we’re both queer and mad activists, he’s trans, and we’re poor. I’m not above exploiting identity politics to get to him. 

here’s the link to my paypal.  I don’t have the words to properly thank anyone who even considers donating, but thank you. Thank you. 

Gus is just a thoroughly lovely person whose work in the world consistently impresses me & brings me joy. Consider throwing her some love & cash, folks.

Just had a fantastic meeting with my advisor about my Thesis and How To Have A Body. I wanna say more but I’m also fussy & superstitious & private about things till they are set in stone.

But suffice it to say: My pupils are like exclamation points right now. I feel like today’s beautiful & unexpectedly balmy February sun is shining Just For Me.

Excuse me while I blast terrible 90s hip-hop and settle in to write some more. (Srsly, I am having to restrain myself from posting video clips from MTV Jams.)