#ouppy

OUPPY NEED CAR

Hello, I'm Saint! I'm a butch biracial trans man. You might know me from moody mediocre gay poetry, real life organizing or chilling on your couch with a cold one, or maybe you know me from tumblr discourse about whether trans men should be treated like human beings or not (I vote yes).

My hobbies include paying my rent, barking at the mail-man, longingly gazing at my driver's license, getting shoved around on public transit, howling at the moon, and begging people to let me work.

While I was begging for work, I got the chance to join the cement mason union. This would be a major win for any poverty stricken transgender dog, such as myself. They have an opening in April.

The issue is, Ouppy Need Car. You see, a car is needed to drive to the union hall where you get dispatched to a work site, you then need to drive to that worksite with your tools in your car. These worksites are typically nowhere near a bus stop, and even if the nearest bus stop wasn't an hour's walk away, the time that you have to be on a construction site is so early that even if you catch the earliest bus, after the three hour bus ride (that could have been a 45 min car drive), you'd be so late that they would fire you on the spot.

Currently, I am working only covers. That means, when someone calls out at the cafe I used to work at, the owner will give me that shift to work. Which means I make between zero and 6 hours a week right now. That is not enough to pay my rent and it's certainly not enough to put money aside for a car. I'm living in the red, with a bank account that is nearly always in the negatives. This job would change my life and allow me to help others in turn.

If you can please donate to my spotfund.