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hey guys its aaliyah! a few days ago my land lord basically told me my female roommates aren’t comfortable sharing a room with me because I’m transgender??? they said tht me being transgender & having friends over (which wasnt detailed in the craigslist ad) is huge problem & I’m basically being given a month to leave. if you follow me on IG you know I’ve been trying to get a new job because my current one at starbucks hasnt been cutting it. they barely giving me any hours & because of that I’ve had to reduce my savings these past couple months from $400 to $100 just to get by. Good news is I found a new place in the area tht I can afford Bad news is its gonna be $900 to move ib (monthly $600 plus $300 deposit) if there is any way yall could spare a couple bucks each to help me get there I would more than appreciate it.

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As nightmarish as this is (and it is), this is only new for documented white people. From seasonal archiculture workers to construction workers to sweatshops, ‘sleep where you work and live your whole life controlled by your boss and coworkers pressured to spy on you’, has been very much a thing for a looooooooong time. 

This, however, is not communal living. This is crammed, dehumanized corporate living. This is squeezing as many people as possible into a space defined by work. The inhabitants own nothing in this space and have no control over their environment, they can’t even paint the walls let along organize the space to meet their needs. In such a space, sex is made impossible on purpose:

“We built the pods facing each other so the community polices itself”

“I sold my soul to the company store” isn’t just a line in a song, it’s about Miner’s Scrip. When coal mines forced their employees to live in company housing, paid them in company credit usable only in the literal company store, and they charged astronomical rates for rent and food. 

Most miners ended up in multi-generational debt because their wages were so low they could not afford the basic necessities of food, clothing and shelter and ended up owing so much to the company store their grandchildren would essentially be enslaved to the company to pay off the debt.

Bolwoningen is a Dutch community in Den Bosch, Netherlands. It consists of 50 spherical houses grouped together with winding paths between them. The community was built in 1984 by artist and sculptor Dries Kreijkamp with a grant from the government to build experimental housing.

i’m getting kissed under clover crowns. i’m getting kissed

in the church parking lot

while our lady of sorrows looks right at me, fresh flowers lain at her feet.

i’m getting kissed in the purple jaw

of night,

this

nameless thing where you dance and i watch.

where i look up with big eyes, and

meet you. where you try to

get me to believe in something

terrible and true and tender.

still. i’m getting kissed like a new thing. i

don’t want to confuse instinct and desire.

i bite down and mean it i let myself

want that small place where your neck meets your

strong shoulders i think about your hands,

in relation to other things, and

sigh into the thought.

because you say “i want you to be happy.

even if it costs a little blood”

i just smile and smile and you miracle grin at me, watching me

ruddied and trembling but your teeth are

beside the point (lie). maybe

the point is that even with all this blood i

still shake blues and purple bruise

when you look at me, laureled, heart pumping

quick blood, and say my name.

i can’t believe you wanted to dance with me back then.

i can’t believe i speak and you listen—

nameless thing where you say ‘please?’ and i say ‘yes.’

i’ll meet you. i’ll keep meeting you in the middle of all this hurt.

the center of my fresh wound— a soft, pink thing.

i get to know you for two more days. but i’ll get to tuck this half memory sweet into the