Dante

PLEASE HELP ME SURVIVE !!!

I’m a chronically ill, disabled, trans man in a small, conservative town. I’m currently unemployed and broke because of my disabilities. I’m currently in a health crisis and I’m scared and exhausted. In between having to travel to specialists and doctors, I have no money. I’m three months behind in bills and my power is going to be shut off if I can’t pay it. Everything I have goes towards my meds that I need to stay alive.

If you can donate anything, it would be GREATLY APPRECIATED. If you can’t spare anything reblogging/boosting helps so much. Thank you ♥️🙏🏻

I’ll follow back the first people who donate!

I truly need whatever help I can get. No one has donated yet. Liking this doesn’t help, reblogging does.

Zane: You're drunk.

Ty: I loved you before I was drunk.

- You wake up. You lay in bed with that special beautiful person by your side, and you hold them against you, skin tight. You are shirtless, flat and comfortable with your body. You couldn’t be a happier person than you are right now.

- You wake up and put a shirt on, only a shirt. You haven’t owned a binder for many years now. You no longer have to layer yourself. You feel free.

- You can now wear those clothes you really liked in the shop. You bought them; they fit and suit you perfectly. No more baggy, ugly clothes.

- You look in the mirror and see your sharp jaw line, facial hair and adam’s apple. Your eyebrows are thick and your hairline is masculine. You smile, because you finally love and feel comfortable with the way you look. You feel attractive.

- You are walking down the street and the warm breeze hits your chest from underneath your shirt. You can feel the wind, it gives you shivers.

- You can stand up straight, run, swim and hike. You are no longer in pain. You enjoy being able to use your body and exercise to its potential.

- You can sleep over at another person’s house, hug, dance and cuddle without worrying about your binder.

- You speak in front of your family, friends and peers; your voice is deep and mellow, you feel confident. You are no longer afraid to speak, nowadays people can’t shut you up!

- Your family sends you birthday cards: “Son!” / “Brother!” / “Uncle!” / “Father!” - They accept you for who you are.

- You look down and touch your chest. You no longer find your body unnatural or misplaced. It is now what it was always meant to be.

- You use the men’s toilets and locker room. You no longer feel scared or paranoid, it’s just a toilet/locker room. It’s natural.

- You look at your birth certificate, ID and passport, it has “M” next to sex.

- The elderly neighbour asks, “How are you, son?”

- The shop keeper asks, “Would you like a bag with that, sir?”

- Your peers all refer to you as “He” and “Him”

please get this going around!!! boost!!

staycalm-killzombies submitted:

When I was about 15 (I’m 18 now), I took a trip with my Dad from Texas (where I’m from) to Michigan to visit my aunt, uncle and 2 cousins. The night after we got there, my uncle took my dad to a baseball game. So I was at my families house with just me, my aunt and 2 little cousins. At about 9 o'clock that night , I went out into the garage to grab the rest of my bags from my aunts van… I grabbed my stuff and right before I were to step on the first step leading into the house from the garage I heard knocking on the garage window. I turned and noticed that it was my dad wearing sunglasses….at night… “Dad?” I said. “What’re you doin? Where’s Uncle Toni?” ~This next part will forever be burned into my memory.~ He didn’t say anything, all he did was put a large smile on his face and then started to point at something behind me. I turned and looked behind me to notice that he was pointing at the garage door button. “Oh. You want me to open the garage door?” My dad nodded, still pointing. Right before I pressed the button, my finger lingering inches away from the glowing yellow button, I got this weird feeling in my stomach..a mix of butterflies and fear. Something was telling me not to open that door. “Don’t press that button, Andi. Dont” . That’s what I heard going through my head.. So I went with my gut feeling and didn’t open the door. I turned and looked at my still smiling dad

“No, dad. I won’t open the garage door”

As soon as I said that, he slammed his fist against the window, and the facial expression of my dad changed. I can’t even explain how mad he looked. (Even behind the sunglasses, I could feel the anger and hatred.) My dad stopped smiling and dropped his hand. Him still staring at me, he picked his hand back up and I remember seeing really long nails, and his hand had a gray tone to it. Staring at him, frozen in place as I watched him drag his long nails across the window making a loud, nails on a chalk board sound. I ran straight into the house and into the living room where my aunt and 2 cousins were sitting, watching Finding Nemo. I sat on the couch, staring down at my feet. And I remember my aunt looking at me with a bit of panic asking me if I were okay, and why I looked so white. And I just remember asking her to pray with me, and so she prayed with me and stayed up with me until my dad got home. That night when they got back, I calmed down enough to explain to all of them what had happened, and the next day we went outside to look at the garage door and you could still see 3 scratch marks going down the window..

I actually even recently called them to wish my aunt a happy birthday about a week ago, and I happened to ask about the scratch marks and my aunt said that they were still there.. When I got back to Texas, I decided to do a little research, and I read that some Demons aren’t strong enough to completely change some parts of their bodies.. mostly it being their voices and eyes. (Somethin like that) Hence why my ‘Dad’ never spoke and why he wore sunglasses.