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Click here to support Trans poc trying to leave bad home organized by Craig Williams

I'm a trans poc who is out to their family and am constantly being denied very simple things that would help me feel better. They refuse to let me keep my hair long, refuse to talk to me about what I am, and all around treat me generally worse than my sister. I wake up everyday feeling physically...

Hello.

I’m a trans woman of color who’s graduating in a week and have nowhere safe to go. 

Constantly my identity is trivialized and brushed aside and I’m incredibly suicidal and in a place where I can’t get help. 

What I really need money for is a ticket to get to a place where I can stay and can be safe. 

Anything anyone can spare is appreciated

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To The Monster In My Skin

Kill this monster He morphs my skin to fit his grotesque physique A cage of flesh and I am nothing but his cross A framework for something not quite right But the only thing being exercised is my right to feel uncomfortable He puts up these picket fences full of razor blades Hoping that in some small way I’ll be scared of getting cut At the same time he prays for the splatter of blood against his own putrid flesh He tries to empty my stomach whenever I want it filled So that I may know the feeling of nothing When I refuse he cries His soft pitiable body carrying itself on a holy crusade for conformity He sets up my own personal Christ crucifixion where the romans are played by shiny silver mirrors He pumps hormones in my veins that burn like holy water through my person Convincing me that it is too late to fix the chemical burns on my heart Tearing it down for spare parts Saying that a better one can be made and that I only need to be patient I’m tired of being patient Either stick me with a holy spear or set my stand ablaze so that I may perhaps burn to ash like the witch I am And in my wake I will not be remembered for spells to turn good harvest to bad or to conjure demons and ghouls It will be a spell of change caught on my lips To transform my body into my own So hot glue your eyes wide as you watch them press my ashes into diamonds No auction because these stones have already been sold Advanced payment for the crimes I seek to commit Made out in full To the monster in my skin

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Suffering

Suffering was meant to make us stronger We cry rivers to float our hopes and dreams on Pain was made to push us forward And avoid the mistakes we’ve made We have suffered We have cried We have been in pain So we will be strong Stand united on a common front Take action to rectify our situation We will not stand for this torture any longer Just like in every trying time before we will crush our expectations So brothers and sisters don’t be afraid to cry Instead cry together Grieve together Feel together Then stand up together Stand and be strong Not to dam your river But to make it mean something

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The second chapter to my damkri fix “If All Were Perfect” is here! (All be it extremely late)

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It’s hard to hope

If roses are red  

And violets are blue  

Why do my eyes change  

When I’m next to you  

Why are we tearing ourselves apart

Where does it end

And where does it start

If were stained with red

Then why are we so blue

What are these beast

That are tearing at you

Who bring you to tears

They gnaw at your fears

And then there is me

A middle man

Not even a man

Do you fear even me

Your wife to be

I hope not but

It’s hard to hope

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Me

Stop loving me.

Stop following me.

Stop staring at me.

Who are you to me.

You’re no one to me.

Too lowly to me.

You take a picture of me.

Make it your version of me.

But it’s not me.

You don’t love me.

You love the idea of me.

Of loving the idea of me.

But you love a fake me. Your romantic me.

Your unrealistic me.

But you don’t know me.

So that picture of me?

Will never be me.

That fake me?

Will never be me.

You don’t know me.

But an unknown me.

And that’s not me.

Your sweet rotting me.

The sickly smelling me.

The over embellished me.

The white knight me.

The dead me.

The old me.

Your loved me.

The gone me.

The moved on me.

So where does that put you?

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You

I need you The real you The naked you The scared you The incomparable you The unstoppable you The after rain you The silky haired you The pale and fair you My perfect you My loved you The center of my attention you The quiet introverted you The purple haired you The raw unkempt you The male you The female you The bright smile you The thunderous storm you Who mourns you The scorned you The hated you Berated you The broken you Unspoken you For if it’s you Then is death you? Is it dead you Who says you Are undead you But I say to you That you Is a false you No bad you But misunderstood you What could you What should you What would you What have you Improved you My you My rose you My diamond you My love you My trust you True love you Smoking gun you But caring love you And who but you To be my soul mate you Because me I love you

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If All Were Perfect

“We’re cheaters. We’re horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now.” You are quickly pacing the messy oriental style room, hands furiously gripping your tasseled albino hair. “Not even real mother.” You glare venomously back at the bed you got up from, and specifically at the girl with a cigarette on her lips who was currently winding her waist long hair back into her signature bun. “The fact that she’s my adoptive mother means nothing. Were still cheaters. I knew going to that party with Porrim was a bad idea.” You slump down, legs crossed on her carpeted floor. “Shh, too loud, wake up sister.” Your pale skin turns red as you lower your voice to a harsh whisper. “How can you be so calm with this. You’re in a relationship. You just cheated.” You watch her roll her eyes as she reaches over to her nightstand, grabbing her cell phone. “Oh, so now you’re ignoring me. Was I just another sexscapade for you? I don’t know about you but I actually care about other people’s feelings.” That seemed like it was too far. You couldn’t see her face but you saw her grip the phone so hard you thought it might break. Than you see her grip relax and you see her shoulder shake a little. Your stomach drops as you realize what you actually said, and quickly get up. “Damara, Im sorry I didn’t mean it like that.” You got a little close to her to see if she would let you comfort her. She suddenly turns and pushes you to the floor. Before you could even catch your breathe the phone lands softly on your stomach and she speaks so softly you barely caught what she said. “Look.” You read the texts on the screen and you feel even worse for the words you said. “How long?” “Two days, third time this month” “Damara I didn’t mean-” “Congratulations, morality saved, get out.” You consider trying to say more, but even you knew to keep your mouth shut now. You move to grab the case for your contacts from the nightstand but she’s faster than you. “Natural eyes better, red cute on you” You mumble your thanks and find your way out, hoping that what you did wasn’t permanent.

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I stand in the middle. I step to the left and walk tall, my skirt flowing softly at my ankles, a soft pull over jacket over my bare shoulders. My footsteps are light and playful, kissing the ground in a tender embrace. A small gentle laugh fills the hair around me as I spin and spin. A beautiful dance that only I can perform unfolding two steps ahead, and constantly four steps back. I blink and my breath leaves me. I’m back in the middle. I step to the right, and find myself in a pair of well fitting jeans. A plain button up shirt rests on my torso, sleeves carefully rolled up above my elbows. I walk with authority, and confidence. My feet firm, and my gaze held high. No hesitation in what I want, who I am. I stumble on my own feet, and fall. I’m back in the middle, staring at the mirror in my bedroom. I am neither, yet both. At the same time I am much more. But right now, I am uncomfortable. With my skin, my hair, my clothes. Who I am. I…who am I?

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Describing the color blue without saying the word blue

Its the calming shades of the ocean in its purest form. The soft cool style of the sky. The sparkle of her eye in the illuminating night, and the flowers you brought to match them. The sadness that takes you in the midst of solitude, and the soft stretches in the early moments of the dawn. The tart berries gushing in your mouth, staining your tongue. The cold creeping up your limbs, threatening to take them. The face of asphyxiation, sometimes a game gone too far.

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Black Dragon

You stand before a dragon, with shiny black scales and breath that brings your skin to a boil. At your feet are your only three possesions, a bag of coins, a sword, and a crude invisibility cloak. “I must fight this dragon because it is a violent animal” you think to yourself. You pick up the sword and shield and stand ready to slay the beast, but as you square off the dragon looks at you curiously and lowers its head in front of you. It beats its mighty wings and sends the sword flying out of your hands, far behind you. You expected to be eaten, but it only continued to stare at you. “If I can’t fight it I could always try trick it, seeing as it is only a dumb animal” you think. You wrap yourself in the crude invisibility cloak, and slowly walk towards the dragon in the hopes to escape. The dragon sniffs the air and in a swift moment brings its claws down. You flinch, closing your eyes and await your death. Once you open them however you find the cloak in shreds, and yourself quite alive and unharmed. “If it is stronger than me and smarter than me, it might be greedier than me as well.” you smirk. Carefully you hold the bag of gold out, getting down on one knee and carefully watch the beast. You hear a strange sound come from it and smile in triumph. The smile quickly fades as the dragon spits a small glob of fire igniting the coins causing you to drop them and watch as they melt into a pool of molten gold. You become furious, screaming at the dragon,“What do you want? I’ve no options left. Where do I go from here? The visions in my dreams could not have been for nothing! ” The dragon only responded by lowering its head again and you being focused only on it now a strange thought arose. You raised your hand and walked slowly toward it. The dragon watched as you approached, until gently you touched its glossy scales. Your fingers sliding on the polished surface, you hear a voice that is not your own. “I am glad you finally arrived, I have been waiting for you.”

[alebriges]

Link from the future taking care of one of the littles links of his past, maybe the one of ocarina.

this is just for fun….

it would be enjoyable to have a game crossover, like instead of having midna or fi to help you you could have one of the links form the past legends.

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NB Rant

being trans but nb can be very… lonely? Because cis people think you’re a joke, and a lot of trans spaces think you’re a joke too. Or, trans spaces just don’t recognize you as trans, they recognize you as like… very unorthodox cis people. No one refers to us. When buzzfeed makes videos with trans folks, they’re all binary. And I’m sorry, but Ruby Rose is not AT ALL the nb communities leader or poster child. It’s very frustrating, and to be honest, I’m so tired of people thinking it’s a phase just because a lot of non binary people don’t figure it out until later. WE LIVE IN A BINARY WORLD, I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW GENDERFLUID WAS A THING UNTIL I WAS 17. I wasn’t a boy, I wasn’t a girl, but I didn’t have the vocabulary for that. I am trans. I am genderfluid. And I just want someone to talk to us directly. 

[jaealexgray]

THIS ^^^

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I feel this deeply. I didn’t even figure out about genderfluidity until I was no longer a minor, and there’s so much stigma and hate for genderfluid people to deal with. On top of that there’s no one to really connect with or lean on because of the aforementioned lack of safe spaces

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I stand in the middle. I step to the left and walk tall, my skirt flowing softly at my ankles, a soft pull over jacket over my bare shoulders. My footsteps are light and playful, kissing the ground in a tender embrace. A small gentle laugh fills the hair around me as I spin and spin. A beautiful dance that only I can perform unfolding two steps ahead, and constantly four steps back. I blink and my breath leaves me. I’m back in the middle. I step to the right, and find myself in a pair of well fitting jeans. A plain button up shirt rests on my torso, sleeves carefully rolled up above my elbows. I walk with authority, and confidence. My feet firm, and my gaze held high. No hesitation in what I want, who I am. I stumble on my own feet, and fall. I’m back in the middle, staring at the mirror in my bedroom. I am neither, yet both. At the same time I am much more. But right now, I am uncomfortable. With my skin, my hair, my clothes. Who I am. I…who am I?

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Describing the color blue without saying the word blue

Its the calming shades of the ocean in its purest form. The soft cool style of the sky. The sparkle of her eye in the illuminating night, and the flowers you brought to match them. The sadness that takes you in the midst of solitude, and the soft stretches in the early moments of the dawn. The tart berries gushing in your mouth, staining your tongue. The cold creeping up your limbs, threatening to take them. The face of asphyxiation, sometimes a game gone too far.

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outfit appreciation post (2/2)

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