Hate Wins and Love Loses | Inhuman and Heartless (original) (raw)

United 24: General fundraising

Come Back Alive: Specific projects

Prytula foundation: Specific projects

Dzyga’s Paw: General fundraising (animal themed 🐶)

They need all the help they can get.

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Hospitallers: Volunteer organization of paramedics who work directly on the front line.

Kolo: Targeted campaigns and subscription.

Via the link above you can donate to OHMATDYT -- children's hospital in Kyiv.

Russians hit Ohmatdyt cancer centre today. Clearing the rubble is still in progress, there are casualties.

Sign the Petition to Make Global Change in Modifying Inaccessible Sidewalk Curbs this Disability Pride Month!

Hi everyone. My friend and I created this petition after my wheelchair almost tipped and sent me flying into oncoming traffic yesterday. I am terrified to go anywhere on my own because the city I live is so inaccessible in terms of sidewalks that I often have to go on the road.

I know that I'm not the only disabled person that deals with this, and sadly, won't be the last. We've tried to make this petition inclusive to the world because we know Canada isn't the only country dealing with this. Please share this across Tumblr, disabled people deserve equitable access to public spaces! 🥰

happy disability pride month !

I want to let you know , for whatever being is reading this :

I hope you get the most personally fullfilling and desired life you can get, you deserve the best , and be accommodated

Whether it greatly impacts you, or barely does, you deserve to be heard

Bonus : Aubrey holding a disability flag

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An edit of Aubrey from Omori holding the disability pride flag.

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Here are the Mo fits

I don't like drawing cartoonish scars cause it doesn't really fit my art style, but in case you were wondering

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So many fucking people dont seem to grasp the concept transfems that are not women exist. Like, they might think they grasp this idea but you never see them account for people like me. It sucks that many cis ppl dont even know we exist yet alone account for us. It hurts more when its a transfem who is enforcing this shitty idea of femininity = binary womanhood. Like, erasing nonbinary transfems is exorsexism.

Whenever the terms transfem and trans woman are used interchangeably it is exorsexism.

Whenever tme/tma is used to ignore enben or categorize enben into woman lite or man lite it is exorsexism.

Whenever all transfems are reffered to as sisters it is exorsexism.

Whenever all transfemininity is equated with MTF it is exorsexism.

Whenever transfems are expected to medically transition it is exorsexism.

Whenever transfems are expected to pass it is exorsexism.

Whenever transfems are conflated with non-men it is exorsexism.

Whenever transfems are expected to always be transfem it is exorsexism.

If you are talking about binary trans women, say binary trans women. If you are talking about ALL transfems, say transfems. And for gods sake if you are talking about trans people say trans people (bathroom bans effect many trans and intersex people, not just transwomen).

Ok. I saw a post and I'm mad again. The same way you shouldnt use transfem and trans woman as synonyms...

DONT FUCKING USE TRANS AND TRANS WOMAN AS SYNONYMS. STOP ERASING MY FUCKING EXISTENCE YOU PIECES OF SHIT.

You are contributing to the erasure of trans men and nonbinary folks. You are enforcing transphobia when you do this. I am sick of the fact that so many trans people and allys are solely focused on trans women.

You know who does not forget about us? TERFS!!!! GOVERNMENTS!! FASCISTS!!! Erasure does not mean that we are forgotten by the people who want us dead or detransitioned. Erasure means we are forgotten by everyday people, means our history is forgotten, means that our victimization is not acknowledged.

I live in complete poverty and disability. Trying to make art to sell as prints as I am not getting commissions the way I used to. I am disabled and diabetic, immunocompromised from recent surgery, and I live in a traditional filipino house partially destroyed by storms and termites. I work 3 jobs, but they are all very unstable. Please please please, if you've ever derived joy from my art or insight from my posts or book recs, if you could pick up a print, send a tip, or subscribe to my patreon where I have 400+ exclusive drawings / early access, it would help keep me alive, in the most literal sense. I have been given a second chance at life, and I would like to keep living. Thank you so much

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Inprnt / patreon / ko-fi tipping jar / paypaI tipping jar

Many new art on my patreon. Running out of thyroid medicine. If anyone could please help out. Would appreciate it forever

I am speaking with epistemic authority here that this is something that all members of our ingroup agree with, and I would know, because I personally take part in the harassment and ostracization of anyone who steps out of line.

a stylized collage graphic of a blue black hole over a pitch-black ocean. over it is superimposed an excerpt from Stardust:  Salt-wind sang brilliantly over your skin as you stood on the shore of the sea—the sea! The Sea!—the pitch-black foaming rush that rose and fell in verses of rhythmic sea-song, lapping gaily at your feet and pooling in inky jettisons on the silver-glowing sand.  You tilted your face back, your sweet, sharp, brand-new face, and in the blue-black sky overhead you saw more stars than you’d ever seen in your tiny, insignificant life. They spilled across the sky like God had spilled a glass, sent the galaxies tumbling through space in an overwhelming, dizzying rush.  And the sea sang to you, songs of how it cradled you, held you when you were nothing more than a frenetic, burning molecule, hot and lonely in the vast emptiness of the universe. It sang to you of salt-life, water-life, the deep and black abyss where slow-growing things came to be, and you did not understand.  You did not understand, so you took your hands—soft, brown, so very new—and fell to your knees, plunged your palms into cool sand that felt like moonlight against your skin. There, you wept.ALT

you should read stardust. we've got black holes, oceans of stars, toxic lesbians, jewish assimilation trauma, pretentious poetry, dreamsharing, gender troubles, the horrors of the family, lizard aliens wearing booty shorts, and imperialism. it's free forever on my website and on ao3.

Hey, here’s a transabled positivity post from your local Certified Cripple — I’ve been thinking about how saying like, well I fit your standards and I still think they are shit devalues self-advocacy and frankly invalidates at least half the point, but I realized, and heard from others, that validation of your trans identity from those who are cis in that identity might be a huge support, so 💖

And this is also very much just a transability positivity post in general, regardless of my own disabilities, too.

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Your identity is not ableist.

For those who

And support for all other transabled experiences, all of them, all of you! I will post this now because if I save this into drafts I might not go back to it in a long time.

And happy Disability Pride Month.

It *is* for you too, whatever your experience is.

I am so sorry that transphobia is currently so high.

Your life and identity and experiences are about you, not about others. Their experiences are about them and not about you as well.

I don’t like mixing this blog with my personal life too much but also I’ve been pretty humbled and lost a lot of pride this year—I haven’t had a lot of time to make comics. My partner is very sick and disabled with no income and treatment bills have been swiftly draining both our savings. So many people have already been exceptionally generous and I think it’s saved my partner’s life, but our need continues. Recovery sure isn’t linear, but it seems to be slowly happening, and I want more than anything to continue making that possible.