matt, 32, fat bigender intersex polyam lesbian (all pronouns but make it fun) here since 2010 and just vibing. austria, disabled/chronically ill bitch, social worker/activist. I try to only reblog stuff with IDs and if I ever fuck up or you need me to clarify things, please let me know. I'm easy to talk to I promise. I try to keep this blog mostly PG. [header ID: a content calico cat (Ari) grooming a resting orange cat (Nori) while lying on flower bedsheets. icon ID: digital art by @nwarrior777 . it shows a smiling fat white person with a wavy purple hair mullet and shaved sides in a blue electric wheelchair. they have round glasses. they are wearing a white shirt with purple and yellow cereal on it that reads queerios, black sweatpants, and purple boots. they have a little mustache. they're doing the "I love you" asl sign and are surrounded by purple and yellow flowers. end ID]
okay hi friends just fyi I'm available on mastodon @[email protected] and on discord or insta if you ask nicely 💜 tagging some folks I don't wanna lose under the cut please msg me if you wanna make sure we stay in touch
Sorry to ask but I have $4 to my name and need some extra cash to make it to the 5th so that I can afford some necessities for my wife and I if you can spare even a few dollars it'd help a ton! Thank you 🧡
Im working all the way to Saturday and have to drive 80 minutes (40 there 40 back) every day for work right now, Im completely broke until the 5th and need anything you can spare to keep my wife and I fed and gas in my vehicle so I can get to work right now. Anything helps and thanks for sharing
Happy pride month I am scheduled to work every single day this first week of pride month so itd mean a ton if you'd help me, a trans woman eat and pay bills!! 🧡
A lot of criticism of delivery apps focuses on the fact that they offer convenience and variety, which I find much less compelling than criticizing the fact that the apps often send their contractors on fetch quests from Hell.
There are real labor problems here. Base pay is often insulting. Customer tips carry too much of the burden. Workers need better protections, more transparent algorithms, protection from arbitrary deactivation, and actual recourse when the app or a customer screws them over. Car-dependent delivery is also an environmental and infrastructural problem, though in a denser city I’d still be doing this work; I’d just be doing it by bike.
But when people talk about delivery work, I rarely see them talk to actual delivery workers. I see a lot of abstract arguments about convenience, consumer decadence, “hustle culture,” and internalized neoliberalism. Meanwhile, when I’m out working and waiting in restaurants for orders, the other Dashers I meet are usually people who only speak Spanish, people who read as neurodivergent, visibly physically disabled people, or some combination of the above.
I have not met this mythical Disco Elysium poor ultraliberal hustlegrinder-wannabe people seem to be arguing with. Maybe that archetype exists somewhere. If it exists among any kind of gig worker, it would probably be rideshare drivers. But most of what I see looks less like “rise and grind” and more like “this is one of the few forms of work available to people who need flexibility, low barriers to entry, limited managerial surveillance, or a way to work around language barriers, disability, burnout, chronic illnesses and injuries with symptoms that come and go unpredictably, caregiving, résumé gaps, or discrimination.”
That does not make the current system good. It means the current system is filling a real gap that a lot of supposedly better systems do not even acknowledge.
As a disabled person who is burnout-prone and demand-sensitive, contracting as a delivery driver has given me an unprecedented level of financial flexibility. I can work when I have capacity. I can stop when I’m deteriorating. I can build my day around my actual body instead of being trapped under a manager who thinks “reliable” means “able to perform the same way every day no matter what.” That matters. It does not cancel out the exploitation, but it is also not fake just because it is politically inconvenient.
And delivery itself is not some inherently decadent evil. Sometimes people live alone. Sometimes they are sick. Sometimes they are disabled, exhausted, overwhelmed, grieving, overloaded, or recovering from something else - perhaps the stress and fatigue induced by their own job. Sometimes they need medicine, groceries, or a meal that will actually unplug their sinuses instead of whatever generic community-care slop someone thinks they should be grateful for. Humans are allowed to need specificity. “Food” is not the same as “the food I can actually eat right now.”
A serious labor critique would ask how to make delivery work safer, better-paid, less tip-dependent, less car-dependent, less algorithmically punitive, and less precarious. It would ask what kinds of flexible, accessible work should exist for people who cannot thrive in conventional employment. It would ask how cities could support bike delivery, worker cooperatives, public infrastructure, and real protections without simply replacing one bad system with a moral sermon about how nobody should ever want takeout.
But a lot of the discourse does not do that. It treats convenience itself as suspicious. It treats wanting flexible work as false consciousness. It treats the needs of disabled people, immigrants, and other people who can't fit into traditional employment structures as details to be swept aside in favor of a cleaner political image.
I guess the opinions of delivery workers only count when they are politically convenient.
auto immune disorders happen when the immune system ignores regulatory factors and begins attacking healthy bodily tissues, due to what scientists refer to as "sheer love of the game"
Transcripted version below, for anyone who'd rather read than watch:
(Themsbloke plays two characters in the video, so I've just labelled them A and B, for simplicity's sake)
A:
Oh my fucking god. I've just realised something incredible.
If you want to erase an illness, you don't deny it exists.
You rename it.
I'll take a devastating neurological illness, one that collapses immune systems, starves muscles of oxygen, scrambles blood flow to the brain, and I'll give it a name that sounds like being a bit knackered.
B:
You mean...
A:
Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.
B:
That's unforgivable.
A:
Perfect, isn't it? Because now, when people lose the ability to stand, to speak clearly, to tolerate light, sound, touch, everyone will think they just need an early fucking night!
B:
What does it actually do to them?
A:
It destroys them. It turns effort into poison. It makes thinking feel like lifting concrete. It makes bodies crash so hard people can't feed themselves, they can't wash, they can't remember words! Some will lie in dark rooms for years.
B:
Years?
A:
Decades. Children will get it. Teenagers will lose their education. Adults will lose careers, independence, homes.
I'll make exertion Actively dangerous, where one walk, one conversation, one shower can cause a multi-day systemic collapse.
B:
That's sadistic.
A:
I'll erase it from medical textbooks. I'll defund research. I'll tell patients to Exercise, even when exercise physically harms them!
B:
So, this isn't fatigue?
A:
... What did you just fucking say to me?
B:
... This isn't fatigue?
A:
No. Fatigue is a warning light. This is systemic collapse. Hmm?
This is the body failing to recover from efforts!
This is energy that does not replenish! Huh?
This is a disease where Trying makes you Worse!!
B:
Why hasn't this been taken seriously?
A:
Because of the name. Because once you call it 'Fatigue', you give people permission to dismiss it. Doctors stop listening, government stop funding, friends stop believing, and patients stop trusting their own reality.
B:
So the label matters.
A:
The label is everything. Because when you misname suffering, you mistreat it, you mismanage it, you abandon the people inside it, and ME/CFS patients have been abandoned for generations.
B:
So what are they fighting for now?
A:
To be believed, to be studied, and to be named fucking correctly. Because ME/CFS is not tiredness, laziness, nor a fear of effort; It's a brutal, disabling, life-altering disease. And people are still disappearing, unheard, into dark rooms because we chose a comforting lie over an accurate truth.
B:
So what should we call it?
A:
Myalgic Encephalomyelitis. Say it properly.
B:
*fumbles, not even getting past the first M*
A:
Myalgic
B:
Myalgic
A:
En-ceph-a-lo...
B:
Encephalo
A:
My-e-li-tis
B:
Myelitis.
A:
Myalgic Encephalomyelitis.
B:
Myalgic Encephalomyelitis.
A:
Good.
Right! Time to invent Brain Fog!
*end credits jingle from Looney Toons plays, complete with the "That's all, folks!" written on the screen*
It's funny to imagine a world where everyone has a home and health and food and fairly exhanged stuff like entertainment to trash disposal, because I think like "how would we be able to afford all this?" then I remember in a world where humans are safe to be alive, CEOs couldn't exist and all the resources held by CEOs and/or multimillion dollar corporations would suddenly be possible to share, oh yeah, for a moment I forgot how starvation doesn't need to exist.
Living inside it, so easy to forget everything investors and ceos and such have is stolen and held by systemic violence. So easy to forget borders are just another mechanism to violently enforce resource ownership. Ahhh none of this has to be so bad, no one has to die like this, it could all change almost overnight. So easy to forget.
hi! maybe you know me or maybe you don't. i'm an aging disabled genderqueer who has been living on this site for ages. i've shat posts, written poems, made music & videos too. i also host a few tumblr communities like my book club.
i have been unable to work for a while & am currently surviving in a low income apartment with help from family support, weekly plasma donations, commission orders & pawning old items. i am in a tighter spot than ever now with little help from assisted living services so far.
if you have enjoyed anything on this blog & want to help me live:
theme songs for just about any story or idea you have
background/AFK/intro & outro music for streamers and youtubers
8-16 bit retro sounds for game projects
battle songs, lofi, from breakcore & triphop to classical & country
and literally everything in-between
CURRENT PRICES (REDUCED):
$30 for a 0-2 minute song
$60 for 2-3
$90 for 3-4
$120 for 4+
i got my start playing live instruments with my dad as a child, & have both self training & classic training influences under my binder i mean belt. i made the transition into digital production about 9 years ago, although i still live record as well & enjoy blending both mediums.
i have completed quite a few orders since then! there is no genre I consider off limits, but i will tell you if I have less experience with something in your request. for more questions, just DM me or send an ask. have a safe day.
the person who helped today when I fell out of my wheelchair actually did a really great job, so I want to share in case other people wonder what to do. [Note: this is not universal, this is merely a suggestion from one person, every wheelchair user's needs are different! I am a person who uses a manual chair usually pushed by someone else who is also disabled.]
Scenario: you see someone in a wheelchair fall out of their chair, and you have the ability to help.
1. Approach and ask "are you okay?"*
2. Next question if they say no, are vague, or open to continuing conversation** is, "is there anything I can do to help?" Or "what can I do?"
If they say no to help, then that's the end, just leave and go do whatever you were doing!
If they ask for help or say they are mildly injured, ask "what would you like me to do?" And wait for an answer before doing anything! If they seem dazed or confused, they might have hit their head or had another medical event*, or they might just be like that due to regular disability. Be patient.
Do not touch the person unless they say to, or they are like, unconcious in the middle of the road, ya know?? Wheelchair users usually have conditions that mean being handled improperly can severely injure us, you could cause much more damage than the fall.
Some things they might need you to do:
Bring their wheelchair closer (mine went about 5 feet away after it dumped me)
engage the brakes of the wheelchair
hold wheelchair steady if it's an unsteady surface (mud, hill, ramp, wet, etc)
offer an arm for them to hold onto to get up (them grabbing you, not you grabbing them) or move another solid item closer for them to use (i.e. a chair) [only do this if you physically have the ability to!]
If the terrain is rough (i.e. a parking lot), they *might* ask you to push their chair to a more stable area once they are back in their chair
nothing
Something else
Do what they ask, NOT what you think would be helpful. If for some reason you have to do something (i.e. you can't stop oncoming traffic and need to get them out) ASAP, tell them what you plan to do
Keep in mind they might also be D/deaf, have a communication disability, be stunned after the fall, have a head injury, not trust other people, etc. Be patient and treat them as a person with autonomy and agency! They might need to just sit on the ground for a few minutes to recover before trying to get back in their chair. They might want everyone to leave them alone. They might ask you to call someone specific. Their chair might have broken and that can be extremely distressing. All of this is like if your legs spontaneously stop working when you're out and about!
A lot of wheelchair users (NOT ALL) have ways to get into their chair on their own once the chair is close enough and brakes engaged (but it's hard from the ground!). Here's what brakes look like on a lot of manual wheelchairs, in case they ask you to lock the brakes. They're levers on each side and pushing the lever pushes a bar against the wheel to hold it still.
ID: A manual wheelchair with the brake levels circled in red and labeled "user brake levers"
*There is also the possibility of course that a person fell out of their chair due to a seizure or other medical event, so that is why it is important to ask if they are okay. If you saw them hit their head, tell them so. If they had a medical event, follow protocol for that, I'm not gonna get into it here (thought I could).
**sometimes a person will be clear after the first question i.e. "I'm all good thanks" clearly means they do not need you to ask another question, you can just leave them alone. Keep walking and don't stare. A lot of the time people will be a bit banged up but be totally fine and able to manage on their own.
TLDR: Ask the wheelchair user if they're okay, then what they need, and then do exactly that, including leaving them alone. Thanks!
[ID: A reply reading, "It's worth noting that unless someone is in immediate danger (on a road, near a chemical spill) there's basically no justification to move a unresponsive person on the ground, basic first aid will tell you that your objective is to stabilize and support until actual trained professionals arrive. Even outside of the context of pre-existing disability and being mishandled, if someone has a brand new neck injury you could seriously, permanently harm them by causing undue stress on the spine. You should always assume an unresponsive person on the ground has internal injuries you can't account for, and unless they're about to get smushed or asphyxiate on vomit leave them where you found them and call an ambulance." End ID]
Really is interesting to me how Steven Universe remains hands down the most consistently and deliberately non-evil cartoon in terms of it's depiction of fat people. You don't notice how consistently it's putting it's money where its mouth is on that point until you watch like literally any other cartoon
Over 90% of parents of visibly intersex children opt for cosmetic surgery on their infants.
The ones that don't experience medical violence then, likely experience it as a teenager.
I didn't.
I am very rare in that I did not experience medical violence.
Why? Because I learned what intersexuality was as a young age, and I actively fought against what doctors wanted to do to me. All the way down to legal research on what medical care minors can be forced into. I remember walking into that doctor's appointment with the state law written down that proved that if I did not consent they could not do surgery.
That is why intersex activism is important. It saved me and it will save more.
ID: A screenshot of a line-graph with multiple points titled. They read: "Hysterectomy for trans men 1917, Vaginoplasty for trans women 1923, HRT for cis women 1935, Chemotherapy 1946, HRT for trans people 1949
Phalloplasty for trans men 1951, Birth control pill 1957, Hip replacement 1962, IUD 1964, Heart transplant 1967, MMR vaccine 1971, Puberty blockers for cis kids 1980, Hepatitis A vaccine 1992, Puberty blockers for trans kids 1994, HPV vaccine 2006, Uterus transplant 2011"
my wife got a new bathroom rug for her birthday. we put it in front of the shower and I am not exaggerating, less than 2mins later:
[ID: a black cat being held by a big white person. he is looking at the camera with white carpet fibers stuck in both front paws and one in his mouth. end ID]
senior/elderly nonbinary people. I adore you and you make the world a better place. whether you've known for multiple decades or you just found out last year. thank you for just Being. so much love from me.
sending this to your 25 year old mutual is funny and all but I hope you all genuinely take this post to heart! if you are over 60 years old and nonbinary? you mean the world to me. thanks for showing me what my future could hold one day [:
having a really low day today. yesterday it was my wife's birthday and I really would love to bring some leftover cake to my friend who is going through a very rough time while recovering from surgery. she wasn't able to come because of this.
I cautiously asked my wife if she could take it there on the way to her parents' place but she's very burnt out right now so she can't. I also wasn't able to find any bike courier services or stuff near me.
I've been doing very very badly physically, partially cause my wife is burnt out and unable to handle any small let alone medium or large issues. so I've had to strain myself (which atm means anything from getting something to the fridge to making a phone call) and progressively gotten worse.
I can't help my wife. I can't do any small thing for my friends. and that really just makes me want to cry. but I also feel so let down by the people around me.
it's not fair bc my wife is so overwhelmed. but I'm helpless and when things come to a head she is unable to push herself so I have to, which in turn means I'm in constant pain and less and less able to move or think.
what sucks extra much is that even if I knew who to ask for help, my wife is even more stressed out when people come into our space and do stuff, no matter what it is. we can't get help from the state bc we would need to do applications that my wife won't be able to fill in and gets overwhelmed just from thinking about, meanwhile I don't have the cognitive abilities for that any more.
we don't have enough money to pay for help round the clock but most importantly, again, Sarah doesn't want anybody in our space. my mom was over last week and helped a lot and Sarah absolutely hated it. I just. I don't know what to do.
if things keep going like this I'll lose all remaining abilities I have and then I can't deal with emergencies. then nobody will. I get that sometimes stuff just happens and sometimes Sarah can't deal and usually it wouldn't be an issue for her to have chips for dinner occasionally or things like that. but I'm almost completely dependent on external help.
at this point it just often feels like Sarah can't help me and isn't willing to have somebody else come to help me so it's just either one of us being miserable/not having needs met without a solution. I'm so tired. I don't know what to do.
having a really low day today. yesterday it was my wife's birthday and I really would love to bring some leftover cake to my friend who is going through a very rough time while recovering from surgery. she wasn't able to come because of this.
I cautiously asked my wife if she could take it there on the way to her parents' place but she's very burnt out right now so she can't. I also wasn't able to find any bike courier services or stuff near me.
I've been doing very very badly physically, partially cause my wife is burnt out and unable to handle any small let alone medium or large issues. so I've had to strain myself (which atm means anything from getting something to the fridge to making a phone call) and progressively gotten worse.
I can't help my wife. I can't do any small thing for my friends. and that really just makes me want to cry. but I also feel so let down by the people around me.
it's not fair bc my wife is so overwhelmed. but I'm helpless and when things come to a head she is unable to push herself so I have to, which in turn means I'm in constant pain and less and less able to move or think.