What Do I Do With All The Gold On My Fingers @pocket-deer-belly - Tumblr Blog

Everything I own in the world is in this picture.

I am a long-time tumblr user and a chronically homeless Albanian refugee.

The government of Albania is a bourgeois dictatorship of zionist wallkissers supported by the United States and Europe, with open connections to the Epstein clique. This government has run me and hundreds of thousands of other Albanians out of our home to work shit service jobs and be agricultural slaves in Europe and elsewhere so that they can sell our socialist industry for scrap and our natural resources to Canada and the Zionist entity.

Even that much hasn't worked out for me personally, because I have autism, and also tumblr. I am not even doing particularly well as Albanian refugees go.

Obviously, I have never gotten serious help from the government of Albania or any other country despite repeated and persistent attempts, some of which I have liveblogged in detail over the past few years on this very account.

The only pair of pants I currently own is the one I am wearing, which does not fit. My other pair got a hole so I jetissoned them to get under the weight limit on my baggage allowance for the flight homeward.

I have done this every 6-18 months for the past decade.

I am now going home because my people are overthrowing our government (source) and win or lose I'm staying in the homeland because I simply cannot live like this anymore.

I will be joined in this by my sister whose circumstances are quite similar except that she is a trans woman in addition to everything else, and she is also stupid, and has cooties.

Both our lives have been on emergency footing for many years now and I am requesting tumblr's help in fixing this.

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#sent you 5 euros

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it actually shatters my fucking heart how closeted repressed trans women are made to go through the most heinous mental gymanstic pseudoprogressive bullshit in order to keep them in the closet and keep them from transitioning. And the perpetrators will pat themselves on the back for being Super Heckin Progressive and "not reinforcing the gender binary" and whatever else fuckass fairy tails you all like to tell yourselves. while the closeted tranny contemplates suicide over in the corner, alone.

as always, I kind of hate it here I hate you all

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the REAL story behind touhou: In 1931 a man named Touny Houston opened an all-girls orphanage but due to poor oversight the girls often ended up getting in fights and throwing darts at each other. the girls had to either learn to dodge the darts or be killed

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while people are discussing how misogyny shapes girl's bodies from childhood, we should especially consider how transmisogyny shapes transfems' bodies, all the dehumanisation we're subjected to on top of misogynistic standards. It's not just a coincidence that transfems are so often chronically ill and disabled from a young age.

From as soon as we learn to talk we're told our wants and opinions don't matter. When our self-expression is deemed off-limits, it's natural that food choices, experiences of pain & sickness, passions and aspirations cannot be our own either. Basic medical care is held over us in exchange for compliance. We're told our sicknesses aren't real. Exercise and fitness are used as a cudgel to coerce us into proving our masculinity. School sports and extracurricular sports are basically used as sexgendered hazing rituals, sexual & physical & medical abuse enforced by teachers, parents and same-age peers alike. Our relationship to domestic labour is that we're taught that domestic labour is how women prove they are women, so we take up that role aggressively as the only means of feminine expression we're permitted, but without ever being rewarded with recognition as women. And everyone else around us gleefully accepts the way we overwork ourselves to the bone. Medical transition is completely out of the question for most of us, so you'll very commonly hear how we tried to completely starve ourselves during puberty to prevent our body from growing, the only bodily autonomy we can afford. And what little choice we do have for medical transition is basically doctors subjecting us to years of puberty blocker monotherapy, widely known to cause lifelong chronic health issues, just to prove that we're really actually trans. Then once we pass that trial they continue underdosing us anyway.

And through that whole process we're horribly aware of the way that society talks about us, how the entire landscape of entertainment treats us as a punchline, how the news playing everywhere calls for our erasure, how laws shift to delay your medical transition another year every year, how grown adults will write fantasies about hunting down and dismembering us, and will actually coordinate harassment and assault circles to target us, how the police & parents & teachers & any authorities won't do anything to protect us against that, instead preferring to enthusiastically call you by your deadname over your grave. They all want us dead. And so we play the part. We hide, we shrink ourselves, recluse into the corners of society to find solace. Dissociate from our already neglected bodies. Hope that a safety net will divine itself upon us by chance when we have no control over the forces dictating our lives. And kill ourselves if it never comes.

That's only really covering the socially acceptable ways that we're physically transmisogynised. All the things that parents and society can pull while still calling themselves "inclusive", "supporting", "good parents". All the ways that are entirely protected by law. But we're not protected by the law anyways, we're seen as acceptable targets. If we're unlucky enough to be birthed by bigots, then we might be forcibly starved, shaved and bleached and lacerated, have our bones beaten and broken and reshaped, murdered, disowned and dumped on the side of the highway, kidnapped into evangelical torture camps or military service... The list of horrific things I've heard done to my sisters are truly endless