I’m an introvert/ambivert to strangers but I really love talking to people
I’m transmasc (maybe nb leaning) but not out to my family because they’re not accepting
Hobbies: playing guitar, singing, drawing/painting, crocheting, writing poetry
Current music: Muse, Nirvana, Oingo Boingo Hozier, Mustard Service, benches, Amy Winehouse, The Strokes, The Smiths, IDKHOW, MCR, Will Wood and a bunch of random songs from other groups
Probably have ADHD
Any original posts here will mostly be about me being trans/neurodivergent because I can’t share my thoughts about it anywhere else
And I’m open to chatting about shared interests if anyone’s interested :)
Subject : collecting money for my father's emergency operation in his head
Current process :
USD 1,699 / $2,513
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I am raising funds to support my elderly parents who are currently living in extremely difficult condition… Mohammed H needs your support f
Urgent Appeal for My Father’s Life 💔
I am begging you from the bottom of my heart, please do not scroll past my father’s suffering.
My father was seriously injured in the head after a nearby bombardment. The injury is severe, and his condition is getting worse. Doctors have told us that he urgently needs surgery as soon as possible to prevent further deterioration and potentially save his life.
We are devastated and completely unable to afford the cost of the operation. The surgery costs $1,200. So far, we have managed to collect $386, but there is still $814 remaining, and we must raise it as quickly as possible before it is too late.
Every moment we wait puts my father at greater risk.
This appeal was originally posted on 30 May 2026, and we are still urgently continuing our effort to gather the remaining amount.
Please, I am pleading with you. If you can donate, no matter how small the amount, you could help save my father’s life. If you cannot donate, please share this appeal with others. Every share may reach someone who can help.
I cannot bear the thought of losing my father because we could not gather the money for his treatment in time. Watching him suffer while feeling helpless is a pain I cannot describe.
Please, help us give him a chance to survive and recover.
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
I write these words with a broken heart. To everyone who reads this and ignores it, you might skim this post quickly, but my child might not even have two seconds. His body is collapsing from malnutrition and a rash as you read these words.
My children, Qamar and Omar, are completely exhausted. A rash is ravaging their frail bodies, and malnutrition is stealing what little childhood they have left. All I want as a mother is safety for them; treatment to heal their wounds, and milk and food to sustain them. What we are asking for is not a luxury, but their most basic right to survive. Please don't let them wither away before my eyes; donate now.
Please guys, any small donation affects Nour's life. She suffers from thyroid enlargement, which makes it difficult for her to breathe and requires treatment and surgery. If you cannot donate, share the post.
My brother has suffered a serious wrist fracture (distal radius fracture) and urgently needs surgery to avoid complications and regain full use of his hand 💔
Total cost: $1200, divided as follows:
• Medical tests : $100
• Surgery (including plate & screws): $600
• Hospital & anesthesia fees: $200
• Medications & wrist support: $100
• Physical therapy sessions: $200
Current Progress: $23,148 / 24,171
In the heart of Gaza City, amidst the turmoil of conflict and resilience, Tawfik's… Tawfik Wal needs your support for Support Tawfik Dream o
We are doing everything we can, but we truly need your support 🙏
Any contribution, no matter how small, will make a real difference ❤️
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Can you help me and my children, please🙏🥺🍉I am Nisreen, a mother of three children from Gaza. We lost everything in the war. My husband was injured in the war and he cannot work. We are living in a state of hunger and displacement. Help me save my children from death. If you can help, do please even if a little
Please I just wanna save my kids , help us and don't leave us alone. Please🙏
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I am a widow from Gaza… and I am barely holding on.
I lost my husband to the war, and since that moment, I have been carrying an entire family alone.
My children are trying to continue their education, but I have no source of income to support them.
My son is studying medicine in Egypt. He was accepted before the war, and now he is alone there, struggling daily to afford tuition, rent, and basic living costs.
My daughter has been suffering from rheumatoid disease since childhood. She needs ongoing medication just to live with less pain—but it is expensive and difficult to obtain.
As for me, I am living with a serious spinal condition and urgently need surgery. In Gaza, the healthcare system is collapsing—there are not enough doctors, medicines, or proper medical equipment. Even basic scans like MRIs are difficult to access, and leaving for treatment is nearly impossible.
I am exhausted… but I am still trying.
We urgently need $950 as a first step to survive and keep my family going.
Please don’t ignore us. Even the smallest help can make a difference.
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