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@samriedel
My latest for The Establishment.
And so I find myself a privileged member of a group defined by its lack of privilege: a girl who cherishes her mother while her sisters long for their parents to talk to them like they’re people.
My latest on The Establishment: I Ache For My Trans Friends Abandoned During The Holidays
Please take care of each other.
Chelsea Manning has only 10 days to secure 62k more signatures on her petition for the commutation of her sentence and release. please take a moment to sign. you do NOT have to be american to sign the petition.
like not to be negative but yr not gonna get someone’s sentence overturned or commuted with a whitehouse.org petition
Chelsea Manning’s legal team filed for a formal commutation of her sentence on November 14th. you can read the full application here. while the petition is not the sole basis for her release, it is being used to expedite the process of assessing her eligibility for commutation while obama is still in office and the acting president.
comments like this are not only a little irritating but they’re also just totally misinformed. like political prisoners rely on petitions a lot to gain local, national and eventually international support and have been effective in the past in expediting their release process. this defeatist “nothing will ever change oh well” attitude is such a waste of time and kind of pretentious. like i can understand the cynicism and pessimism–but it would be worthwhile to recognize that there is no better time than right now to campaign for her release. this is the most optimal time period to apply pressure to the obama admin to commute her sentence. sign the petition.
Bad news, y’all :( The mobility scooter that I rely upon to work, travel, basically function outside my home, has suffered a catastrophic break. It happened just as I was getting off the bus on my way to work. I am ok, but the scooter is done. I will either have to replace 2/3 of it or get a new one. I am permanently disabled and cannot support myself without a functioning mobility device. This was the worst thing that could have happened. I cannot miss work or I’ll lose my job. I had to spend all of my money on a temporary rental. I needed that money for rent, but it was an emergency. Now I’m trying to recover and rebuild. I have opened an etsy store, if you would like a nerdy backpack I have 7 styles to choose from. Check out Jay Justice Designs. I will be posting handmade costumes and props there soon. I have started a GoFundMe as well, if you’d like to donate or share, any help at all is greatly appreciated. I’ve been trying to stay positive throughout this whole thing. Thank you so much for your support.
The GoFundMeLink is broken, here’s one that works
"Make America Great (Scary)" Graffiti at Winthrop St Station, Brooklyn NY.
I haven't posted much about the election, but at the eleventh hour, here's a little thing to consider: If you vote(d) for Trump, whether as a protest vote or in earnest, you are not my friend.
There is a school of thought to which I formerly subscribed that says people must remain friends regardless of political affiliation; this is patently false when the politics of one person directly harm others. A vote for Trump is a vote for the anti-LGBTQIA policies of Mike Pence, like conversion therapy, which kills people like me. A vote for Trump is a vote for suppression of a free press, the industry in which I work. A vote for Trump is an endorsement of nationwide stop-and-frisk & brutality against black and brown bodies.
I have problems with Clinton which others have expressed ad infinitum. But if you support her opponent today, please let me know so I can block you, because I don't want your toxicity in my life.
(And as a Nader fan: Stein's a crap candidate. So is Johnson. Let's have a *smart* third party revolution, please, and save the protest votes for down ballot.)
10 track album
My band’s first album is a live show we did in September! I finally got to mix it and posted last night. Please share it around if you enjoy! And if you’re in NYC on 11/21. we’ll be playing Bizarre in Bushwick at 10pm (after the November installment of UNDISCOVERED COUNTRIES at 8). For FREE, even!
Hey you look great on your selfie👍👍 I really love your look😍😍 Don't let sexist bigots tell you that wearing a pink top and eyeshadow makes you somehow less of a man😊😘
Well, uh. Thanks?
But I’m not a man. Men can absolutely wear pink tops and eyeshadow, but I’m a girl and I’m thrilled to be one.
My body is that of a trans woman. Not a man.
(Hey, I’m back!)
hey there guys I usually never do this but here we go i guess.
my names rooney im a 19 year old gnc trans girl from southern california and i really need some short term assistance. in june i was fired from a year long food service job for “tardiness” (ie working while trans) and income since then has been inconsistent. i currently live with my abusive mom who i rely on financially while im in school. a month ago i got a new job that is giving me no hours (5 hours a week) but recently i got a job at a nonprofit where i drive around southern california collecting donations. luckily they do compensate me in my paycheck for my gas and parking but unfortunately im flat broke and simply can’t afford to work right now.
there is currently 4 dollars in my bank account and i don’t get paid until next friday. between my phone bill and car insurance not to mention gas and food right now i can’t afford to travel to my first few shifts. i only need to reach a goal of about 40-50 dollars so i can pay for gas and parking fees but after my paycheck i should be able to support myself. i don’t feel comfortable asking my mom for a loan since i already owe her a lot of money and she’s been talking a lot about kicking me out lately. im currently unable to support myself on my own and as a queer trans woman im petrified of becoming homeless.
please if you have any spare money send it my way, i really need all the help i can get. even if you can’t donate please signal boost this.
https://www.paypal.me/rooneywoolridge
please help me out here guys i know this doesn’t sound like an emergency but if i lose this job i most certainly will have to drop out of school and will live out of my car.
Or much of anything. || Sam Riedel
Hey, another column of mine is up!
Fuck you, Bill Maher!
July Patreon Poem: “Dirt Queen”
This month’s form was a set of 3 haiku; since I’ve been so bad at getting Patreon rewards out, I stretched it up to 5 as an apology. None of my $10+ backers requested a theme, so I chose to write about the evolution of my anxiety over the course of a weekend spent with friends in the Catskills.
If you’d like to support my poetry and other writing, please pledge to my Patreon! Enjoy!
1. Ants’ staccato feet Creep to black sanctuary No sun; no fear; peace
2. Night’s gloom welcomes sleep, Daylight’s shadowy mercy. Then the terror feeds.
3. Flames lick the stricken bodies of our deepest selves ‘Neath gasoline seas
4. She cannot last the night. Herself is out to get her. Outside, a cat screams
5. Deep underground, as Soldiers guard the crum’bling hive, A queen takes her throne.
Genderfluidity provokes contempt. || Sam Riedel
Friday column’s up. Some dude on Twitter was mocking trigger warnings and I wasn’t having any of it, so this is my rare “fuck you in particular” article.
Bonus material: he won’t get out of my Twitter mentions with his shitty, Gen X anti-trans discourse. Because of course he won’t.
Here’s June’s poem--I’m so sorry for the delay. As some of you know, I’ve been dealing with a bedbug infestation lately, so between that and becoming @themarysue‘s new contributor editor (with a corresponding raise in hours), my organization has gone completely out the window. I’m hoping to change that in July! This text was made available exclusively to my Patreon backers a little while back; if you’d like to be one of them, click here. Enjoy!
How We Talk
My father rarely talks to me anymore He just sits there On the piano His box an ornate ashtray: Body-as-cigarette leavings
When he does talk, it's through song Much like in life Meaning echoing Up through the decades To grab me by the vocal cords and yank
My mother talks to me every week Every detail No question unasked Her soul is deep, capable Of speaking for hours without mapping her self
When she doesn't talk, she listens Careful, with intent Storyteller's ears Perked up to snag the scraps From tales I who lived them left behind
Our three-legged table had a foot sawed off. But we stuck a box underneath to stabilize it. In the evenings, we sit together to talk awhile.
More informal calls for interviews!
I’m writing more stuff about trans experiences (big shock) and need a little outside help from the community! Please feel free to slide into my DMs if you are an AMAB transfeminine and/or nonbinary person who:
-has or has had an eating disorder characterized mainly by a general hatred/avoidance of food, regardless of calories (possibly but not necessarily with a high sugar intake); and/or
-has experienced profiling while traveling out of your home state/province/territory/country due to your gender identity
Thanks everyone! As always I am happy to keep identities private upon request.
Still need AMAB trans folks to comment on disordered eating as described above--I want to make sure I do this story justice. PM me!
Pursuant to my last post, I did pick up this cute-ass top on a Pokemon Go walk yesterday, so there are some unequivocal bright spots in the universe.
On Pokemon Go & Being Trans
On Friday I posted my usual transy column, which was about why Pokemon Go gives me a reason to go outside and face transmisogyny from the world. You can read it here. Over the weekend, I had a couple experiences that reinforced this:
+ I spent Saturday night at my good friend @soidanae‘s place, because bedbugs have kicked me out of my apartment for several weeks. We said our goodbyes on Sunday morning, and I left to go find a bus home, booting up the game as I left. I stood under a grocery store awning to see my screen better, sizing up the neighborhood’s gym situation. While I stood there, a large masculine fellow exited the store and addressed me with an obviously suggestive “How you doin’.” I suspected being polite but quietly dismissive was the best path forward, so I said “Hi,” and looked back down at my screen. He stopped. “OH! That’s a dude,” he said, no longer addressing me but speaking in a normal voice from five feet away. “Shit,” he marveled, and continued walking.
Significantly more anxious and sad than I had been a few minutes before, I left the “safety” of the awning’s shade and chased down a lure that had just dropped by a church. It yielded a Gastly, which I considered to be of religious significance. I then met several pleasant folks who were also camping out there, and talked strategy. My spirits quickly recharged, and I proceeded to my bus feeling more confident in humanity.
+ Later that evening, before heading over to another friend’s to crash, I strolled over to another lure in my neighborhood. There’s a nice ledge on which to sit right outside the PokeStop, so I sat down and waited for the ‘mons to roll in. A few Caterpies later, I heard a shriek from the two girls sitting ten feet away, also waiting on things to catch. “It’s BACK!” cried the younger of the pair. “Ponyta’s back!”
Eager to up my candy count, I abandoned the lure and followed them in search of my beloved infernohorse. I caught up with them and we began our hunt together, each of our enthusiasm levels compounded by the presence of the other two. Unfortunately, Ponyta decided to spawn directly under a PokeStop, making the capture difficult--but not impossible. I managed it quickly, but the girls took longer...which prompted the elder to remark “he got it.”
Suddenly, I felt deflated. Our adventure was no longer three girls going pony-hunting, but a boy with tits accompanying two young ladies. They were nice, still, and I excused myself soon after rather than press the issue and out myself.
My column is partially correct, still; Pokemon Go makes these little injuries into acceptable losses. I still want to level up and expand my team so everyone in the neighborhood knows that trans girl on Team Mystic (my tag is Transamus so it’s pretty obvious) is a force to be reckoned with. But the hurt’s still there, and even the siren song of my favorite video game franchise doesn’t make it better.
More informal calls for interviews!
I’m writing more stuff about trans experiences (big shock) and need a little outside help from the community! Please feel free to slide into my DMs if you are an AMAB transfeminine and/or nonbinary person who:
-has or has had an eating disorder characterized mainly by a general hatred/avoidance of food, regardless of calories (possibly but not necessarily with a high sugar intake); and/or
-has experienced profiling while traveling out of your home state/province/territory/country due to your gender identity
Thanks everyone! As always I am happy to keep identities private upon request.