you can call me your little sis :3

​Thank God, the doctor told us my mother’s condition is slowly improving. But while her recovery brings me hope, I am terrified of what comes next. Every single dollar we raised went directly to her life-saving treatments, leaving us with absolutely nothing to buy a new tent after ours was buried under the rubble.

​For the past three days, my little brother and I have been entirely on our own—dragging this heavily loaded cart with everything we own through the heat, desperately looking for anywhere we can live. My body is in severe pain, and without any painkillers, every step feels unbearable. Look at us: we are completely exhausted, helpless, and running out of strength.

​Please, my dear friends, I beg you not to scroll past or ignore our cries. We urgently need your help to buy a new shelter before we collapse. Please, check our campaign and talk to us—we desperately need a lifeline right now. 😭😭💔

Day 1 | The Day I Graduated

This photo marks one of the happiest moments of my life. After years of studying Computer Systems Engineering—and after watching war interrupt so many plans—I finally saw these words: "Officially Bachelor in Computer Systems Engineering." It wasn't just a degree. It was proof that even when everything around me became uncertain, I could still hold on to one thing: Education. That day, I made a promise to myself: I wouldn't stop here. Today, that promise has become a Master's admission. But every journey has another mountain to climb, and mine is finding a way to continue. Over the next few days, I'd like to share my story—not just about the challenges I've faced, but about the hope that keeps me moving forward.

Thank you for being here. ❤️ If you'd like to support my Master's journey, you'll find my fundraiser below.

If a doll manages to muddle through the vast, dark ocean of garbage that keeps her from realizing her trans womanhood, she then has to navigate the barrage of bullshit that people constantly, relentlessly hurl at trans women.

'how to be a proper (trans) woman' 'male socialization' 'welcome to womanhood' twerf nonsense, transmeds, 'troons' and a million other bullshit things people make up to give form to their disgust. It's truly impossible to disentangle a lifetime of transmisogynistic programming from actually existing as a trans woman! It's difficult now to actually even write this post without getting in the weeds via abstraction and metaphor!

I have a strong grasp on my identity and my transition goals, and I also have the absolutely incredible insight of so many intelligent, articulate, graceful dolls on tumblr. I'm truly thankful for all of you beautiful amazing women on here who share their stories, even the ones that are hard to stomach. Infact, especially the ones that are hard to stomach.

“The relationship between Blackness and disability is especially important to investigate, because it explains so much about how we ended up where we are. Just like prisons and policing are related to slavery, so is the way we think about disability…(Dustin) Gibson discusses the 1840 census, which was the first time there were questions about both disability and race

That census says that the majority of free Black people were “insane” and “idiotic”, to use their language, while saying that the majority of people that were still enslaved were sane. So it’s creating this idea that to be free and Black, and to have the urge to want to be free and Black, is deemed to be a mental illness.

There was even a medical diagnosis for slaves who had the overwhelming urge to run away: drapetomania. This shows that medicallization has always been a tool of white supremacy in the United States.

Race—and specifically Blackness—has been used to mark disability, while disability has inherently “Blackened” those perceived as unfit. Black people were—and continue to be—assumed intellectually disabled precisely because of race. —Work in the Intersections: A Black Feminist Disability Framework by Moya Bailey and Izetta Autumn Mobley

In other words, white supremacy means that Black bodies are seen as inherently disabled, and disability is inherently bad. Ableism and racism are often used as pretexts for each other, which is why it’s so important that we use for the intersectional approach that disability justice calls for.”