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Three days have passed without a single donation. Three long days of refreshing our fundraiser, hoping to see even one act of kindness, but all I see is silence. It’s heartbreaking to feel like our cries for help are slowly disappearing 💔

My mother survived her heart surgery, but her battle isn’t over. She still needs her medications, follow-up treatment, and hospital care. Every day I worry that without the care she needs, her recovery could become even more difficult. As her daughter, there is nothing more painful than watching her suffer while knowing money is the only thing standing in our way😔

We need just $500 more. If only 20 kind people donate $25 each, we can almost reach our goal together. 20 people that’s all I’m praying for 🙏

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Every day takes a little more of her strength. Today, her doctors told us that her treatment can no longer be delayed, and waiting any longer could make her condition even more serious.

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I never imagined I would have to write a message like this, but I am asking for your help during the hardest moment of our lives.

My wife is currently in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) and she urgently needs medical treatment. We are trying everything we can to get her the care she needs, but we are facing an emergency financial situation.

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Just two hours ago, we were sitting safely at home. I was exhausted and needed to sleep when, suddenly, I heard the screams of women and children in the street. I went to see what was happening and discovered a threat to target a house—located right next to ours, barely 15 meters away. They gave us only ten minutes before striking it and completely destroying it.

My children’s suffering worsens day by day; they lack the most basic necessities of life, foremost among them a safe environment. The conditions inside the tent are deteriorating. It is damaged and unsafe, while insects, rodents, and snakes pose a serious threat to my children and their health. We need to build a safe life for them and provide the essential supplies they need to survive.

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In October 1890 a judge sent Dick/Mamie Ruble to the state insane asylum because of “a hallucination that she should wear men’s clothing and wants legal authority for doing so.” Ruble was arrested for violating cross- dressing law, but the case took a dramatic twist in court, when Ruble refused to identify with available gender categories and explained to the judge, “I’m neither a man nor a woman and I’ve got no sex at all.” While many cross- dressing offenders pled for mercy and claimed their crimes were innocent “pranks,” Ruble challenged the judge to locate femininity on his/her muscular body: “Did you ever see a woman with a hand like that Judge . . . ? Look at that muscle. Oh I tell you I couldn’t pass for a woman anywhere, even if I tried.” Unimpressed by Ruble’s declarations, the judge called in the police surgeon, who referred the case to the Insanity Commission, located in a small basement room in city hall. The two-member commission reviewed the case, declared Ruble insane, and ordered his/her indefinite commitment to the Stockton Asylum, where the admitting doctor noted that Ruble “imagines she is a hermaphrodite. Wears male clothing. Wishes to have legal authority to wear men’s clothing.” Such “evidence of insanity” doomed Ruble to life in the asylum; s/he remained there for eighteen years, until dying from tuberculosis in 1908. [...]

Similarly in 1899 the commission found Sophie Lederer to be insane, noting that the twenty-three-year-old domestic worker “talks irrationally— acts silly and claims to be a boy.” Pohlmann spent two months in the Stockton Asylum before being deported to Germany, while Lederer effectively received a life sentence, dying in the asylum of heart disease in 1908.

From Arresting Dress: Crossdressing, Law, and Fascination in Nineteenth-Century San Francisco by Clare Sears

Its just like. wow. we will never know how many cases of this there were. everytime someone talks about how "oh they just didn't care that much" "women crossdressing was never a threat" "trans men can pass effortlessly" like!!! survivorship bias!!! this book specifically highlights how wealthy socialite women were treated totally differently & could get away with crossdressing by appealing to their status and cisness. while poor, non-white, and sex worker people could not.

Although Murray always denied being a lesbian, she occasionally admitted to “homosexual tendencies” as the only available descriptor that people would accept. As for the report that she was taking hormones, nothing in her correspondence with doctors supports that claim. She wanted testosterone badly enough, however, that she may well have told the corrections officer that doctors had agreed to give it to her. Barry did not arrest Murray for hitchhiking but rather escorted her to the New York City Police Department, where officers decided to take her to Bellevue Hospital. There, Murray poured out her story to a psychiatrist, who gave her a diagnosis of “schizophrenia.” In the doctor’s view, she suffered from a delusion: she believed that she was a man. Permitted to call a family member, Murray contacted her “cousin” Mac. The next day, Mac checked her out of Bellevue and, probably on the recommendation of Dr. Chinn, took her to a private psychiatric facility, Dr. Rogers’s Hospital, at 345 Edgecombe Avenue, on the corner of 150th Street. Murray was lucky. If Mac had not come to her rescue, Bellevue psychiatrists were prepared to seek her commitment to one of the vast, overcrowded state hospitals for the mentally ill. On the typewriter Mac brought to her, Murray itemized the causes of her “nervous collapse”: overwork; lack of desire to either eat or sleep; anxiety over parental responsibilities; and the “temporary disappearance of a friend.” All of these factors played a part; however, Murray believed that the principal source of her emotional crisis was the same problem with which she had wrestled for a decade: the fact that she repeatedly fell in love with women without having any “opportunity to express such an attraction in normal ways,” that is, as a heterosexual male in love with a heterosexual female. The only people who seemed to accept her for who she was were “the unsophisticated people in the environment” [people like her aunts and the ever-loyal Mac] who “accept me pretty much as one of nature’s experiments; a girl who should have been a boy, and react to me as if I were a boy.” Doctors at the Rogers hospital proved no more willing to cooperate in Murray’s efforts to become the man she knew herself to be than those elsewhere. When they released her in mid-March, she had nothing to show for her stay beyond a medical bill for $80, which she could not pay.

As well as Dylan Scholinski, who wrote a memoir called "The Last Time I Wore A Dress" about their experience being institutionalized from ages 15 to 18 in the 80s for being a gender non-conforming girl. They recently re-released the memoir under their chosen name and with a new foreword; I recommend reading it but massive TW for all kinds of child abuse, sanism, and queerphobia. From this interview:

Alison Stewart: You were able to access your medical records and you put them actually in the memoir. Dylan Scholinski: Right. Alison Stewart: What did the medical records reveal to you about how the medical establishment was thinking about you and then they were thinking about your treatment? Dylan Scholinski: Well, some of it was very diagnose-based. Like I said, I think they saw the cure for my depression if I would just learn how to be more feminine. That was the treatment that I was supposed to learn about what boys like. They actually put me in some really unsafe situations, hoping to inspire sexual behavior in order for me to be more feminine. They were putting me in situations that seem really unreasonable and unsafe. Alison Stewart: Could you share a few? Dylan Scholinski: When I was put into my third hospital, they put me on an all-male unit. I was the only girl on an all-male unit. I was the first girl to be. That's when it switched to not being an all-male unit. That in and of itself, you're like a little piece of meat there in the middle of 20 young men. That would be an example, or having me in four-point restraints and having male patients sneak into my room while I had no way of defending myself. Alison Stewart: At one point, you had to start wearing makeup in order to gain good points for good behavior. Dylan Scholinski: Right. Alison Stewart: What did it feel like when you wore makeup? Dylan Scholinski: Oh, my God, you feel dead. It causes a separation from your body. That is kind of hard to explain. I was on a point system. I would receive points for good behavior and lose points for bad behavior. My treatment was I was supposed to learn how to apply makeup and then say something nice about myself. Nice not being like I'm really good at baseball or I can really hit the ball or I can run really fast or any of these other things, or I can draw things that I was really proud of. Instead, I had to say things like, "I love looking pretty." I would feel like such a liar that I was performing and deceiving. I think they were hoping if I repeated it enough that it would change who I was going to become.

@redliongeneral yes!!!! i wrote a whole post on jeanne d'arc & how her crossdressing was very much not just a protective measure, but something personally and spiritually significant in itself. And it was her commitment to wearing men's clothing that got her murdered.

From the transcript of her trial:

Hi anon! Thank you for asking. I'm really happy to hear you're interested in reading up on feminism :)

It just so happens that I'm in the middle of compiling a list of works of feminism for an upcoming project. Specifically, I'm collecting works that can be considered part of the feminist canon: my method for selection isn't to collect works that I personally agree with the most or that I find the most relevant to me, but to collect the works that in my opinion offer a good insight into the positions and arguments of various "strains" of feminism. All of these have provided frameworks that have been adopted and built upon by subsequent feminist theory - even when a work or authors's observations and perspective has been rejected or criticized by theorists in the following generations, they have still remained influential even by virtue of the fact of bringing a hotly debated topic to light.

I will list (some of) them here, with links to their PDFs. I encourage you and whoever else wants to read any of these to be disciplined and diligent, but easy on yourself. Many of these readings can be referential of other philosophy, written in technical language, and/or abstract in their approach, all of which can be hostile to someone approaching them for the first time. My advice is to read each word carefully, stop as many times as you need to work out what is being said in your mind, and if you must, read even only a small amount or a small part of them. If something intrigues you but you're not sure if you're understanding it fully, look up explanations of it online (even on very basic, sparknote-type websites). Not so you can adopt that source's interpretation of the reading, but so you can figure out your own understanding by reading someone else's. (This is a bit tricky to explain, but it works, at least for me! When I was a student, listening to other people's interpretation or usage of certain theories made it much simpler for me to come back to the source and say: Wait, this doesn't say that. Or: wow, yeah, that is what that says!)