she/her
A lot of shitty things are done under the guise of, “It makes me feel uncomfortable”
Trans people especially, anything to do with them really, Oh I make you uncomfortable, guess we will just magically stop existing.
And for the uncomfortable people out there, most times the “stop existing” thing, comes in the form of unaliving because we aren’t cis like everyone else… that’s kinda the whole thing
our glorious pig’s glorious lipstick of the highest caliber*
Oh I forgot I was @Kyatto here >.>
That was silly of me, Thanks Zink <3
kyattophilic?
Well not only do you deserve to exist, but I am glad you exist.
thank you -
Of course, I do enjoy the fantasy, especially on the precipice of an election that decides my right of existence.
The walls were to keep us in, not the other way around, after all.
That would be a great thing but I also had another idea, why can’t a test be devised and codified into law, to tie minimum wage to. I know the main reasons why, obstructionist capitalists, but a test to find a living wage, average rent costs tied with other bill expenses and grocery costs. The companies raising costs feel free but the minimum wage will rise. Could something like this work? Tie wages and service/goods costs together to incentivize either livable/thrivable wages or lower costs. either way we need one of those two things, more buying power, or… more buying power.
Something to stop the decages long stagnation of worker compensation.
Thank you <3
It’s infuriating and scary they way it feels most people miss that, I just want to live my life, maybe even love it. But with the billionaires on one hand and the bigots on the other it’s really hard on so many levels. There’s an element of fear and uncertainty in my home and I am sure in many others. The fear of self sustainability, looming threats of homelessness and poverty if there is anything to disrupt our productivity for the owning class along with making decisions based on when, not if, unjust laws are passed that threaten our very existence. Saving and moving house, trying to get to a point where we eventually live in a northern haven isn’t a retirement prospect, a grasp for opportunity, or a change of scenery, it’s a requirement to make sure we can continue the being alive part.
Sometimes it is hard when the future seems so bleak and I spend so much of my time barely keeping my head above water, having a seemingly lofty goal as a near necessity. This society is a fucking joke, but at least there are people, like you, in our corner. Hopefully in time things can unshittify but things are getting bad, fast, at the moment.
At the same time, I can’t help but feel so incredibly lucky despite everything, There are people facing harsher systemic difficulties, less access to opportunity, and harsher local conditions. Despite everything I’m alive, I’m here now, and it makes me angry, and sad, that people like Nex are forced to end the fight so early due to heartless politicians and their base of vultures.
Sorry to trauma dump, it’s been brutal lately.
Oh absolutely, and making something creative takes days, weeks, months.
Drama, complaining, conspiracy theorizing, and hate-videos take a few minutes to make more than the video itself lasts.