#death -

[illnessfaker]

tw: black+trans death

from the_yvesdropper on instagram:

our beautiful black trans brother, 35 year old Righteous Torrence "Chevy" Hill, was murdered in Atlanta, GA this weekend.

he went by his nickname 'Chevy' he was originally from Macon, GA. he owned Evollusion, which is a black/ queer owned LGBTQ+ salon in Atlanta that provided and dedicated full service to specializing in hair, nails, barbering and makeup. growing up as young black queer boys/kids, the barbershop experience can sometimes be a tricky space to occupy, this was something that Chevy understood and wanted to cultivate a space of safety where you can also get the affirming look and style you want, and he did exactly that.

Chevy was a beloved son, brother, partner, and father.

one of his last posts that had a photo of himself said :

"if you truly know me, you know i am a humble, modest, private man, that i love my community, i have the love of God in me and will give the shirt off my back to any soul in need, also i never post pictures of myself, legaey give myself credit, that stops today, i am my legacy!"

(a close friend of Chevy asked if i could share more then one photo of Chevy, since he never posted photos of himself and in recent years he got the confidence to want to share more photos and now he won't get the chance to)

Chevy, hey king, hey brother, hey angel, thank you for everything, i lové you, we lové you, i'm so sorry. there are a lot of photographers in heaven who will be able to photograph you as the glorious black trans angel that you are.

there will be a homegoing service/memorial for our brother

there aren't many details about what happened but apparently he was shot by a family member last wednesday, the 28th (at least this article was the one linked in relation to his murder.)

judging by both the IG post and the comments section he was well-loved by many people and those people have many good memories with him and nothing but good things to say. this is a comment that was left by tirajmeansgolden which was hidden by IG for some reason:

I started testosterone in February 2020. I hit this man up at the end of 2019 after numerous Google searches for an LGBT-friendly barber near me (and by near me... he was a good 35-40 minutes from the rural area I was in outside of Atlanta: but when I found out he was a trans man and that his business was the first and only LGBT hair bar, I knew it would be worth the trip). I was a dysphoric mess in his DMs one Sunday. I hated how my hair was growing out. I never had a "masculine" hairstyle before but decided one day I would buzz it all off myself, then allowed it to grow out a bit... I sent him a video and despite him being closed on Sunday, he told me to come through. I got my hair braided and he gave me my first really masculine fade. Explained the different terms. Lined me up. Was asking me about my decision to transition and provided some helpful advice + guidance. I told him how I was a therapist and he was hype and said he talked with a group of trans men and he would love for me to stop by and also give some mental health tips. So whoever said he was humble - wow, what an understatement. Such a community man! Made me feel SO comfortable because barbershops were a source of major trauma and triggers for me. They were such an integral part of my early transition (I just celebrated 4 years later week). And he was such an integral part of the Atlanta Queer community with hosting events like Queer Con. How I found so many other great resources + queer businesses/artists. May you rest in peace, Chevy. You'll be missed. You've made such a different in the lives of countless people. You definitely were living your Purpose + left a legacy behind ...

[softwaring]

omg this is so sad :(

[astronomarten]

how sweet

[jelliegirl]

coming to terms w the fact that in order to reconnect with my favorite hobby i have to keep doing my favorite hobby without alynn. tried to make progress building some mechanical d&d stuff so i can play for the first time since he died but i had to stop because i feel like a traitor and my heart hurts fhggh. my whole approach to the game is from the campaigns we played together. i gotta get back to it cause i miss it so bad, our dnd games were a huge part of my life every week for years and years and me stopping forever would break his heart but man. man. ouch. such a literal and acute reminder of his absence and the gap he's left in my life. can't shut this feeling down any longer i need to move forward and find ways to be happy but i'm scared. also i'm beating myself up for not getting much done. i feel like i "wasted" my entire day just feeling off about everything i was thinking about instead of just getting over it and making stuff when i actually had the motivation and energy to do it. grief sucks. miss u alynn i think of you every day

[inchwormed]

kurokei week day 5: family

[botaniqueer]

Heavily r-selected species are like, “Hey, watcha doing there? :3c” [Careens directly at your glass of water and instantly drowns in a single drop of condensation]

[fornora]

The following is a transcription of several tapes found in the personal effects of Harold Clarke, a founding member of Seaboard Cryonics. The two main speakers have been identified as Dr. Victor Fries and his wife, Nora Fries.

VICTOR: The time is 2:22 in the afternoon on April 5th, 1972. I am here with Nora Fries–

NORA: Your wife [laughs], don’t leave that out.

VICTOR: My wife, Nora Fries, for her pre-procedure interview. These interviews serve as documentation for an individual’s decision to undergo cryopreservation and should be viewed alongside their living wills or advanced directives. Nora?

NORA: My name is Eleanor Grace Fries, and I am of sound mind. I’ve chosen cryopreservation because I was diagnosed with Huntington’s three years ago, which is an inherited condition that causes progressive degeneration of neurons that eventually results in death. My family doesn’t have a history of it, so I, um, was just unlucky. Oh. I’m shaking.

[Sound of rustling.]

NORA: Thank you, dear [sighs]. My prognosis was about twenty more years, with worsening symptoms. I’m currently thirty-six. I work– worked for New York’s Department of Environmental Conservation as a biologist. I…

[Conversational pause – 10 seconds.]

NORA: I don’t want to die. It’s really that simple. We’ve all got to go eventually, I know, but I don’t want to spend the rest of my life on a decline. Victor started this career for me, I hope you know… whoever’s listening to this in whatever year it may be.

VICTOR: [Quietly – hard to make out] It was in our vows.

NORA: Most people don’t make career changes off of “in sickness and health”, dear. But… you know I’m glad you did. Where was I? Decisions, right. I don’t want to die. If I stay here, I will. If I go into cryopreservation, I have a chance. And if it doesn’t work, then it’s not like I would have lived anyways. So I might as well have hope.

NORA: Besides, I helped with some of the compounds. What sort of scientist doesn’t have faith in her own work?

VICTOR: Without Nora, we wouldn’t have the methodologies currently in use. “Help” is… an understatement.

NORA: You flatter me.

[More rustling – someone shifting on a bed? Gurney?]

VICTOR: Never.

NORA: That’s my story, then. You can look at my living will if you’d want it written out.

[Conversational pause – 4 seconds.]

NORA: Victor?

VICTOR: Yes?

NORA: I’m terrified. It’s silly – I’ve thought it all through, we've thought it all through, but I’m still…

VICTOR: I am too.

[TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: Victor’s emotional affect has remained the same throughout this tape. Flat.]

NORA: I know. You’ve got that pull to your lips. [Attempts a laugh, it trails off.] Well, I guess we should get on with it. Promise you’ll be there when I wake back up?

VICTOR: Always. Do you promise not to leave if I’ve gone gray?

NORA: [Laughs] I think you’ll look distinguished, dear.

[Brief conversational pause.]

VICTOR: This concludes Nora Fries’ pre-procedure interview.

[Tape recorder clicks off.]

[Background noise – machinery humming and some sort of pressurized gas, the beeping of a heart monitor.]

VICTOR: The time is 3:01 in the afternoon on April 5th, 1972. This is a recording of Nora Fries’ cryopreservation procedure. It is intended to be used as reference material for her future cryorevival procedure. I am here with several members of Seaboard Cryonics’ medical staff.

VICTOR: In this instance, we begin with general anesthesia… Nora?

NORA: I’m ready. Are you?

VICTOR: Yes.

NORA: Come over here before you put me under.

[Brief footsteps. A noise of surprise – from Victor?]

NORA: Did you really think I wasn’t going to give you a kiss goodbye?

VICTOR: I… wasn’t sure. [Clears his throat.] Do you want me to put the mask on for you?

NORA: Please. And Victor?

VICTOR: Yes?

NORA: I’ll see you again. Soon.

[Various background noises. It sounds as though other people are moving around the room, presumably the medical staff.]

UNKNOWN MALE #1: She’s under.

VICTOR: We now substitute cryoprotectants for blood. Nora– the patient’s blood type is AB-negative. The body is also cooled at this stage.

UNKNOWN MALE #2: [Unintelligible.]

VICTOR: What?

UNKNOWN MALE #2: Nothing.

VICTOR: Legal death occurs during this stage.

UNKNOWN MALE #2: Christ.

UNKNOWN MALE #1: I’m starting transfusion.

[Various background noises. Eventually, the heart monitor flatlines.]

UNKNOWN MALE #1: Time of death 3:29PM.

VICTOR: [Unintelligible.]

UNKNOWN MALE #2: You don’t think this is fucked up? I didn’t sign up for… this.

VICTOR: Then you can leave.

UNKNOWN MALE #2: That– she was your wife! This is murder, they– they’re going to put you in jail and throw away the key, holy–

VICTOR: [Sharply.] If you were going to be squeamish, you should have left. Don’t talk about Nora to me.

[Sound of a door being thrown open and slamming shut.]

UNKNOWN MALE #1: New hire. Sorry, Dr. Fries. I didn’t know he’d crack up. Um, anyways, it’s just the total transfusion now and lowering her temperature.

VICTOR: I know.

UNKNOWN MALE #1: I can step out if you want to be alone. Just page me if…

VICTOR: Please.

UNKNOWN MALE #1: I’ll come back when it’s time to transfer her over. Get someone else to help too.

[Sound of a door opening and being quietly closed. No speech for six minutes.]

VICTOR: …Nora.

The next four hours of tape are silent, punctuated only by the occasional medical observation about transfusion process or temperature. Fries is alone for all of it.