Nevermore to feel the pain...

If you care about Trans people at all, please sign and share this petition. Lives are at stake. 

I’ve been on the waiting list for 2 and a half years and I still haven’t got my first appointment at the GIC. I had lost hope until I found the GenderGP where I can be prescribed hormones to bridge the gap until I finally get seen by a GIC, at a cost. I’m lucky to have come into a little bit of money, enough to see this private clinic, but not everyone is so lucky, and they rely on the NHS services to transition.

The current state of services in the UK leaves trans people feeling hopeless, depressed, and suicidal. I know, as I felt this way too. The feeling of helplessness I felt, just waiting, waiting for my real life to begin, was crushing. Not knowing when, or even if, you will get your first appointment destroys your morale. There’s only so long a person can take before they give up hope. 

If you care about Trans people at all, please sign and share this petition. Lives are at stake. 

I’ve been on the waiting list for 2 and a half years and I still haven’t got my first appointment at the GIC. I had lost hope until I found the GenderGP where I can be prescribed hormones to bridge the gap until I finally get seen by a GIC, at a cost. I’m lucky to have come into a little bit of money, enough to see this private clinic, but not everyone is so lucky, and they rely on the NHS services to transition.

The current state of services in the UK leaves trans people feeling hopeless, depressed, and suicidal. I know, as I felt this way too. The feeling of helplessness I felt, just waiting, waiting for my real life to begin, was crushing. Not knowing when, or even if, you will get your first appointment destroys your morale. There’s only so long a person can take before they give up hope. 

Hello tumblr, my name is Cheyanne and I desperately need help.

2017 was a really rough year for me. My health got worse and I recognized the relationship I was in was toxic and detrimental to my overall well-being. 

I did my best to fix things and change what needed to be changed, and towards the end of the year I met my wonderful new partner who is everything I could have ever hoped for. They uprooted their whole life to be with me, and I truly felt like I finally found happiness and now it seems like we’re going to lose everything.

My partner is (mostly) able and has been desperately seeking employment but hasn’t had much luck. They’ve been given a fantastic opportunity to pursue their passion of coding- a free course at an amazing school, but we need to make it until that can pay off for us. Our power is due in three days (200+200 security deposit), and we have zero way of making rent next month. I had to reach out to my abusive parents to get money to feed not just ourselves but both of our service dogs and the rest of our pets.

I’m pursuing disability, I saw a doctor today and there’s a good chance I may need to go to the Mayo Clinic- something I have no chance of affording and desperately need. I haven’t paid my health insurance this month and am honestly kind of terrified for what to do when my prescription for my psychiatric medication runs out, as it genuinely keeps me alive on the worst of days.

I may be too sick to work but I can draw. Please, let me draw for you. I will draw absolutely anything. 

When my partner gave up their family and loved ones to come to be by my side, I promised to take care of them. I promised to provide for them. I am doing everything in my power to keep that promise. I’ve applied for disability (and discovered my identity was stolen in the process- which, y’know, I really don’t need right now), I’ve looked into local assistance programs, I bought cheap groceries like canned goods and rice. I do mechanical turking through amazon to make extra money, and browse craigslist ads for people who need cheap labor or guinea pigs for medical studies. I am at my wits end for what more I can do. I am actively thinking of selling my cintiq, our washer and dryer, and other things around the house just to bridge the gap until we get on our feet.

I hate being a charity case and a sob story, but it would be incredibly stupid for me to be prideful right now. Pride does not keep our power on and keep a roof over our heads.

All of this is to say I’m taking commissions. As I’ve said, I will draw anything. I will paint your son, your boyfriend, your inflation femdom giantess fantasy. As long as it won’t get me into legal trouble, I will draw or paint it for you. I can draw digitally or traditionally. I can do oils, acrylics, gouache. I’ll try to match any style you’d like.

I’m asking for a minimum of 30 dollars for a full color illustration or painting. 13 commissions will keep my power on, I don’t even want to think about rent right now though I know I’m going to have to.

My paypal is [email protected]