Today is the day I pay the money to get the keys to my new home. I'll be renting it, but, it's not an apartment, it's a new mobile home in a trailer Park that looks quite tidy and quiet.

A fair housing lawyer is working with my family to try and sue the landlord for discrimination and damages. I can't even put my focus on that right now, as I still need to get everyone moved over to the new place, and make sure they are all happy and safe.

Here goes the next chapter of life in a new State.

For next June, I propose we rename this month "Stonewall Month" or "Stonewall Remembrance Month" or "Stonewall Heritage Month" or something like that.

Why? Here's why:

+ PRIDE is a corporate festival in a time where LGBTQAI2S+ people are actively being unalived, unhoused, harmed

+ The events that unfolded at Stonewall and the courageous women who fought for their lives and the lives of their loved ones aren't widely known by LGBTQIA2S+ people. That is our heritage, our history and it must be centered

+ This month should be ALL about 1) advocacy (2) activism (3) redistributing wealth and giving out resources and aid (4) and organization. We need to be getting into groups and organizing politically and socially to save lives!

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I cannot celebrate who I am when I'm resisting my literal unaliving . I am crying out for help and no one is answering my distress call. We must get together, we must organize. We can celebrate once we have won our peace and safety, and our equality.

Hello Lovelies,

Today marks Pride month.

I leave you a poem by Janine Booth (and a link)


Stonewall Was a Riot
It wasn’t the Stonewall focus group
or the Stonewall business case
It wasn’t the Stonewall let’s-present-
our-most-acceptable-face

Long years of asking nicely had not
got us anywhere
Our rulers did not hear us when
we whispered: it’s not fair

So when re-writers try to say
we won by being quiet
Remind them of our history –
that Stonewall was a riot

It wasn’t the Christopher Street parade
or carnival with floats
No candidates turned up and smiled
to win themselves some votes

It wasn’t the Stonewall letter or
the Stonewall resolution
It fought all night to light the dawn
of the gay rights revolution

When glossies feed you tales that serve
a bland and spiceless diet
Remind them of our history –
that Stonewall was a riot

Starbuck’s did not sponsor it
nor Barclays Bank nor Nike
It wasn’t led by lobbyists
but drag queens, fags and dykes

The advertisers did not book
a rainbow centre spread
And coppers did not dance with queers
but beat them till they bled

When corporations claim our cause
then comrades – do not buy it!
Remind them of our history –
that Stonewall was a riot

Now, every tactic, loud or quiet
is welcome on our stall
But unless we’d had the Stonewall riot
we’d have no Pride at all.

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janinebooth.com/stonewall-was-a-riot-2/

TW: Sad


The wound in me speaks:
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There was never a time I didn't experience violence for being "different", and being shut out of EVERY SINGLE COMMUNITY OF EVERY INTERSECTIONAL IDENTITY that is part of me. I have no queer ancestors , or trans ancestors that I can respect, because no one respects my disabled and sick body, my agency, or sees me as a person. My ancestors are the animals. I am an animal. The ancestors I long to not have been broken away from, were seen as animals by the original colonizers of this continent. I'm reclaiming the term animal--- because it's more than a term, it is a biological fact. Every part of me and every conscious and unconscious expression of those parts is imprinted onto my DNA.
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This is the only time I will ever be alive. There is no afterlife, no meeting the ancestors. They too are gone. The only "afterlife" they have, is in my genetic zentangle. It's only now. My past is a past life, and I've died thousands of times, and been born thousands more--- and it's only been 41 years.
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I been Largely alone in this world.
I consciously gave birth to my family so I'd no longer be alone--truly a Creator god. I am my own god, other than me, no god exists in my life. The children are gods, and I listen to all of their fresh wisdom so that I may survive day to day.
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When my death comes, it will be as it should be, no matter it's form. I will die in the metaphorical or literal jaws of a hungry Being. Whether that Being is another animal or whether their body's hunger is appeased by my blood, or their hungry Ego is satisfied. But, until that inescapable moment of bodily death, I will fight for my life, I will fight to survive, and I will run, and relocate as many times as I must. Be it me and the children, trying to survive a society and world of hungry Beings, that hunt for our Lives.
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Pride month is a distraction for me. A distraction from a fact that is was a riot (so it is said), where trans folx were fighting for their rights to exist, and beating back predators with all their might and Being. That is what the stonewall riot means to me. It isn't Pride, it's remembrance.

Remember stonewall... and we each have walls to climb then destroy..