Mountain Valley

Heya folks! For those of you who've been watching my socials for a while, you've probably noticed an uptick in me having to ask for help.

Last August, I moved out of my overcrowded home in Texas and up to Michigan after receiving an offer from a friend. It hasn't worked out despite best efforts, and making matters worse is that it steadily became apparent that the house we rented is a shitshow.

We all got fucked over by this, and my roommates can no longer afford to accommodate me nor keep sinking money into this place that's falling apart at the seams.

The good news is, @cowgirlroxy and @kittiedwoman have offered to give me a place to stay, with them. The bad news is, we haven't actually secured an apartment yet. The worse news is that we only have until June to do so.

Because we're cutting this close, we've opened up a GoFundMe page in the hopes of reaching our goal before the deadline!

Please, spread the word and consider donating - we're all queer and/or disabled (hi, I'm both those things!) and this means the world to us - and literal survival for me.

( Plus, look at the hella cute art @kittiedwoman did for our banner! )

In case anyone thought I was lying, here is the proof!

Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, it’s the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.

With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.

My name is Saja, I’m 20 years old and I live in Gaza City. I’m married and a mother to a two-year-old child.

Previously, I launched a fundraising campaign with my brother **@jaafar-gaza04**, and we used to share the donations we received to support our family during difficult times😔💔.However, due to the distance between us now, I’ve decided to create my own campaign to help my husband and child, and to provide for our basic needs during these extremely hard days.

After the recent ceasefire was announced, we truly believed the war was finally over and that things would start to get better. Sadly, the war returned with even more force — bringing more destruction, more death, and now, a real **famine**😔😭.We currently have **no food at all** for my baby — not even flour.

My husband is struggling to find any kind of work, but with the current conditions, it's nearly impossible. We have no source of income and no way to provide for our basic needs💔😭.

If you're able to help, please consider donating to my campaign.

Even a small donation can make a **huge difference** in our lives. It can help us buy food for my child and family and bring us a little light in this overwhelming darkness.

Joshua Flint (American,b.1977) 

The Exhibit, 2019