butch bait

it would be so awesome

Many, many people celebrated Pulse. We were told we deserved it. That it was God’s punishment for our sin of loving the same sex. We are sent messages like these I received in 2018:

We in the community often call the victim count 49+ to include the survivors who couldn’t live with the pain.

The event was never officially declared a hate crime or targeted homophobic attack and is rarely listed as one in databases.

At our vigils for those slaughtered, Extremist Christian groups showed up to protest, holding signs like this:

ID: Me kissing a woman I was casually seeing in front of an angry looking man with a “Sodomy is Sin” sign.

Please understand how much more than just a mass shooting this was. We are still to this day harassed and told we deserved it by some.

The bad news is that it's only half and I've got 750 and change to go. And it was all due yesterday. Thankfully, i've got an extension until friday, but that means asking for help and working my ass off.

So, wanna help a trans woman not get evicted while she's trying to get up and moving post-recovery?

If you can, I'd really appreciate donations here: http://paypal.me/tormentedartifacts

Or if you wanna get something awesome in return for it, there's also http://tormentedartifacts.com

<◇> ca$happ <◇> v3nmo <◇> k0-fi <◇>

no food

in the negatives

Or if you want to support me directly you can donate to my cashapp. Every penny counts and I greatly appreciate any and all help✨

(if it helps just imagine me getting more and more turned on with every dollar I receive, it's not that far from reality 😉😗)

need to have a couple of girls watching me all evening from the other end of the bar, see me downing shot after shot in hopes the alcohol will help me relax, see me flirt in an embarrassingly bad way with the bartender, see me, obviously well inebriated, make my way to the floor and dance all alone, unsteady on my feet.

need them to notice all the people watching me and seize their chance before someone else snatches me away. they join me on the dancefloor, one in front and one behind, their hands respectfully reaching for my waist, my arms, but their eyes wandering all over my body. i'm all giggly and touchy, making heart eyes at them already. we chat a bit as we dance, until they ask if i'd like to come home with them for the night.

need them to both ride in front, leaving me in the backseat babbling away as they look at each other, silently agreeing on what to do with me. we drive for a while, and i don't pay attention to where we're going until they stop the car in the middle of nowhere, just empty fields and a desolate road around us. i'm not drunk enough not to get scared, so i ask why we're stopping and they don't answer, simply turn to look at me. i'm not sure if it's the light, or the booze making me see things, but they both almost look like wolves, eyes shining in the dark and teeth too long and pointy when they smile at me. "run," one of them say—snarls—, and my liquor-addled brain reacts on instinct. i'm running out of the car before i can think, unsteady on my legs and not helped by my heels. when i look back at the car, i freeze for a moment, blinded by the high beams.

like a deer in headlights.

the sound of slamming car doors breaks me out of my stupor, and i start running again. i can hear their footsteps pounding behind me as i flee. the night has only just begun.