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Hi all! My name is Aloe, I also go by Ellis, and I'm a trans guy in Kenya. I've been trans… Aloe Kogei needs your support for Fundraising fo
Hi all! Please read through my story & share if you feel called to!
My name is Aloe, I also go by Ellis, and I'm a trans guy in Kenya. I've been transitioning for about 7 years now. Now that I have consistent access to HRT, I would like to get top surgery at MP Shah Hospital in Nairobi with Dr. Sandeep Acharya.
TW: mentions of violent transphobia
I grew up in the US, but was sent abroad in 2023 by family who intended to stop me from accessing the resources I needed to support my transition. I live about 6 hours outside Nairobi, go to school online, and would like to schedule my procedure during the break period. Right now, I am funding my daily living through FAFSA and mutual aid, but am unable to find work here due to the unemployment crisis.
I cannot leave the country as I am waiting for court proceedings to conclude from last year, when my travel documents were revoked after I was stoned by a mob who falsely accused me of stealing children because they believed I was impersonating a woman. I was stripped naked and about to be burnt alive in a tire before the police came and took me into custody. I am still seeking legal recourse through partnership with various human rights organizations in the country for my own dignity and by extension many other transgender members of the nation.
Alongside the blessing of alleviating my dysphoria, I feel that accessing this procedure is a matter of safety in a largely anti-LGBT society. If I can pass with more masculine features, I would feel a lot more comfortable going about my daily life without worrying if I will be harassed again. Despite the recent ruling on a transgender protections act in Kenya this past August, I still feel that life on the ground is different. I want to secure my safety more concretely, and feel better in my body.
I would like to move forward and take advantage of the opportunity I have to fundraise solely for top surgery without having to worry about other living expenses like I would have to do if I were still in the US. Although there is no insurance that will provide coverage for the procedure here, the out pocket costs are definitely more accessible. I am looking to cover a hospital stay, aftercare during recovery, a couple months of HRT, and any potential legal fees I may acquire in the future concerning my case. Please share widely, and thank you so much for reading through to the end. Much gratitude and peace to all of you!
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why do we spend all our lives learning to let go? especially when it is so natural to grow dependent on our environment. comfort is an illusion and deluded one into thinking there isn’t more than what meets the eye, but the way things once were will always be. does entropy exist in a world like that?
when a girl feels good
i wrote the inaugural address of this show earlier this year on substack. i’ve been procrastinating putting out its first installment. ironically enough this was supposed to be an expression of my willingness to do hard things in order to bring myself closer to the expansiveness of my existence. it’s rough and for the most part unedited but it’s out there.
moving in silence, when you want to be heard
chamomile peppermint, does ashwanghanda work? is it strong enough to free the anxiety in my body?
i’m so obsessed with perfection with the upmost optimization that i silence myself before i lead by example.
for a while the initial inspiration motivation movement forward was an invitation. like most things in my life i feel better about it when it is asked of me. what is asked of me began to conflict with who i didn’t know myself to be just yet albeit knew this person was present. i go back and forth and deny myself. for a while i didn’t think i had anything to say. expressing myself has to have this major purpose for me otherwise what’s the point in sharing myself with other people.
i feel that without being to privy to it there’s an immense strength and exploration that occurs relative to that of another person. something within a connection connects you to some aspect of yourself. the vagueness of this phenomenon, its specificity its uniqueness inhabits itself in the subtleties of our innocence. our mundanity. my shayla whatever that means. i am afraid of getting to know myself. i never get really far, i’m surprised at how much i actually know, i’m always confused about who i am and what i want a enough to declare this part of my life, which is only the beginning, a crisis. i’m afraid of vulnerability not looking good on me.
there’s so much to learn, and i want to be seen as right, even if it is wrong. i want to make sense to people. don’t misunderstand me, blinking, in my body language. not everyone possesses a soft stomach.
i’ve been given the task to be myself in this life. quite the feat. in this quest of confidence… it seems like i have to fight that much more for everything i want in this lifetime. to be me that’s not it i’m still figuring out what i’m fighting for there’s mysteries that lie in this question of confidence.
succumb to self loathing and fussiness around a lack of direction with such clear vision times like this im grateful for my jupiterian influence. the wisdom and innocence. as i like it, i forget and it’s infuriating fairness life isn’t fair. but you’re not defeated. fairness doesn’t exist. only chaos.
where does destiny exist in that? moments so random that the sheer tangible possibility is something to revel in the fact i’m conscious or was conscious and wrote this sentence.
self compassion, what does that mean to me rather what does it look like? how do i care for myself long time? Truly reveling the body i’ve been born into. sometimes that looks like rotting, decay. anxiety driven depressive episodes where the evil of confusion confuses you to where you are only a reflection of all you were and wanted to be. feeling good is realizing in what ways resistance is helping you.
there will be signs and what if i lived life the way i perceive my best self rather than how i want people to perceive me? the obsession with how i’m perceived and basing my comfortability on how comfortable i make everyone else feel. i wonder why it isn’t easy to cater to myself. catering to others brings me joy or at least used to. an over-identification with this aspect of myself left me no choice but to resent it. i resent everyone else for putting my themselves first.
thinking about death. i fear it not the end or endings rather but not having enough time to say all that needed to be say or do what needed to be done. there’s been many a time where i’ve felt this profound emptiness that barred me from living life. lord forgive me for how i used my time trying to be anywhere but here. there’s been times where i thought not feeling was the gift death would give me. i’m so terrified of not death but a life unfulfilled. leading a life that wasn’t mine to live, i pray that i’m successful. in the black, there’s a goal to reach in this experience that can be wasted on your mortality, in the white everything is to be gained, in the truth in the reality the gray the mute none of that matters but feeling experiencing breadth of life’s force, oneness of love. it’s quite boundless a concept i’m only really able to contextualize within jupiter and saturn, they often dictate these decisions that either lead me elsewhere forward i presume, or in loop.
thinking about repression and how visible excitement and embarrassment feel the same to me…. to the point of doing something to minimize the feeling like downplaying a clear achievement or not really being able to see the achievement as such. or being afraid to admit i like something.
i spend so much time thinking, trying to make sense of everything, trying to reason, reason with chaos. it’s not until this moment (waiting on a train to another state) that i delved into a new dimension of free will’s meaning. When a girl feels good there will be signs.
boundaries unlocking boundlessness in relationships, intimacy, with within and without in othered and in self. structure is boundless. i’m at a crossroads marrying the child i ounce was with this new entity i’m trying on, trying to embody. Evidently in this process of embodiment theres this relization that it is continuous. i will continuously shed and adorn and shed. Just to find out i didn’t know what i thought i knew.
i’ve always wanted to be exceptional…so i must act even if i can’t see my feet. i must act even if i may not be able to grasp you. i must act even if i become self elusive. through oxymoronic means my loss is my gain.
thank you for watching. i’m sorry if you didn’t comprehend, i think you should be too. much love,
ange
p.s. in the process of making this my Pinterest account got suspended. although i dreamt of a new version of myself on there, i feel free knowing i might not get it back.
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The crossings are closed again‼️
We need your help, the situation is unsuitable and dangerous, we need your help, you are our last hope... Food, clothes, milk, and everything else has become expensive, and we are in the holy month of Ramadan...😭😔🤲
We want food to eat after fasting for 15 hours, nothing is like before... The prices are very expensive...😞
The elderly, our children, us... we all need food, drink, medicine, milk and winter clothes... We live in tents that do not protect us from the cold of winter. 🥶
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Hello! 👋🏻 My name is Bethany-Grace. I'm the founder of Gaza Giving Tree, and I am sponsoring a Chuffed campaign specifically to help Hossam Al-Qazzaz and his family either rebuild their home or safely relocate out of Gaza.
Due to lack of infrastructure and income, the family has been forced to use the funds from their GoFundMe for essentials in order to survive.
Not wanting this precious family to be forced to make the decision between saving to eat and putting a roof over their heads, I made this separate Chuffed campaign to help Hossam, Hanan, and their family save for their future. 🌱🌳🏠
Hossam's campaign has been vetted by @gazavetters and is (#287) on their list of verified campaigns.
My name is Bethany-Grace, and I am the founder of The Gaza Giving Tree, a volunteer initiative dedicated to amplifying the voices of civilia
Hello my friends
first I would like to thank my friends on the Gaza Giving Tree page for their continuous support for all of us, and I hope that everyone will help us start our lives anew.
Please donate to us.
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Your donation can make a difference in saving my family, even if it is limited. I ask you, my friends, to increase your donation, even if it is a little, I really need your help.
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The war is not over yet and the palestinian families are still in need of your help!!! Even the smallest tip on gofundme can help @ahmad-ashi to care for his mother and rebuild their home. If you can't donate a repost and generally a share could help a lot too!
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Hello, There’s no place on Earth more difficult to live in than this. It’s the most chaotic region on the planet. Our daily struggle just to get water is exhausting — we fill containers and carry them over long distances Unfortunately, famine has returned, and securing food is harder than anything you can imagine! There’s no infrastructure here, and the streets are filled with sewage, spreading disease, especially among children Despite all this, we’re desperately trying to find a place that is even somewhat livable I can’t return to my job yet to support my family because I need reliable internet and stable electricity, which are both expensive here. I still need your help, and I hope you can reblog this message and donate if you’re able to Thank you 🌹
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€14,504 / €50,000 as of March 10th, 12:45AM UTC-6. Please donate what you can, this campaign has been vetted.
Even with a few spare dollars, you can help them secure the substances and help they need. If you’re reading this, you can help.
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Hello my friends, I hope you hear me.
After years of pain and loss💔, war has cast a heavy shadow over our city. The streets we played on as children are now in ruins, and the homes we sought refuge in have been reduced to rubble. Our lives have changed profoundly.🥺💔 We have lost our loved ones, our homes, and our sense of security. But we have not lost hope. We are a group of survivors dreaming of a better future. We want to start over, rebuild our homes, send our children back to school, and return to the life we deserve. We have the will, but we need help to make this dream come true💔🙏. We are launching this campaign to raise funds to start our new lives. The money we raise will be used to rebuild our homes, provide basic necessities such as water, food, and clothing, as well as support our children’s education to ensure a brighter future for them. We believe in the limitless power of humanity and the goodness in the hearts of people all over the world.💔🙏💔 Your contribution, no matter how small, will make a huge difference in our lives. We are not asking for much, just a chance to start over. You can be a part of this story – a story of rising from the ashes and building hope. Help us light the way through the darkness of this long road.💔
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look at the baby’s expression…must be universal to think ur mom is so beautiful
Everyone here on Tumblr you know that the war in Gaza is over but for me the war is not over because when you see yourself living in a tent that does not protect you from the rain and cold or you see yourself unable to provide food for yourself and your family and you see your memories become a dream and you cannot do anything and you are confused this is the real war your donation makes a difference in my life
Those who cannot donate, please do something, share or like. Please do not leave us alone.
Please all share so that it reaches the helpers or donors. Thank you very much to all of you.
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More than a year and still suffering 😔
Hello 👋, my name is Mahmoud, and I am a high-achieving high school student from Gaza. For more than a year, I have endured living under constant bombardment, facing fear and immense suffering. The struggle for basic necessities has been relentless, and the pain of losing loved ones and experiencing injustice is overwhelming. Despite these challenges, I remain hopeful and optimistic, constantly seeking ways to rebuild our lives.
I have been blessed with the opportunity to complete my final and most crucial academic year at the Al-Azhar Institute in Egypt. However, to make this dream a reality, I need to travel and cover my living expenses there. The costs for coordination, travel, and living in Egypt are significantly high, and I am in dire need of assistance. 🙏
This is why I am reaching out to kind-hearted individuals for support. With your generous donations, no matter how small or large, you can help me overcome these hurdles and continue my education. Your support will not only help me achieve my academic goals but also enable me to assist my family and contribute positively to my community.
In times of hardship, it is hope that keeps us going. Your contribution can be the light that guides me through this challenging journey.
Thank you for your time and consideration. ❤️
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🌟 A Cry for Help: My Family’s Struggle to Survive in Gaza 🌟
Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.
We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.
💔 A Life in Ruins The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.
With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.
✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨ I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.
🙏 How You Can Help
Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.
Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.
Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.
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Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.
With love and gratitude, Areej Kassab ❤️
