Wonderful

That is a very derpy Shakespeare... Silliam Derpspear if you will

Would you hang or would you sink?

Flutter like butterfly or moth?

Freeze over or return to ash?

some days, you’ll learn to be selfish, too

you’ll drink straight from the

jug. wipe your mouth with 

your forearm. you’ll dance 

past dizziness. let the nausea

carry you to bed. you’ll laugh

and laugh until your cheeks pinch. 

~K.T.

Facing the Struggle as a Queer Transgender Refugees. We Need Your Help. 🌈

Hi there,

I'm AshleymilesPhil, a transgender queer refugee, and today I’m reaching out with an urgent plea. Life in the refugee camp is incredibly harsh for our LGBTIQ community. We’re facing extreme shortages of food, clean water, medicine, and safe shelter. Each day is a fight for survival, and without basic necessities, it’s getting harder to hold on.

It’s difficult to ask for help, but we have no choice. We’re in a dire situation, and we need your support to make it through. Your donation, no matter the size, can provide life-saving essentials like food, clean water, and medical care for our community. Without your kindness, we are left vulnerable, struggling to survive.

If you’re able, please consider contributing to our GoFundMe⬇️🙏

https://gofund.me/4d80b32c

Your generosity could truly make the difference between life and death.

I also ask you to visit my blog, reblog my post, and share our story to help us spread awareness. The more people know about our struggle, the more help we can get. You can be part of amplifying our voices when we have been silenced for so long.

I know it’s hard to ask for money, but we are in desperate need. We can’t survive this alone, and we rely on the compassion of those who can offer even a small bit of help.

Thank you for your time, for caring, and for sharing this journey with us. Your support is everything.

With deep gratitude,

AshleymilesPhil

gofundme.com

Donate to HELP LGBTIQ REFUGEES IN EAST AFRICA SURVIVE, organized by James Goebel

Hi, my name is James Goebel and I'm from the US. I’m organizing this fundrais… James Goebel needs your support for HELP LGBTIQ REFUGEES IN E

URGENT HELP🚨🚨🚨🍉🇵🇸

Hello,

How do you do ? I hop to be in a good condition.

This is my special campaign

We hope to help us by donating or sharing to others.

Every donation makes a different even if it a small.

As you know, the war began on October 7 and lasted ten months. During this period, we were unable to obtain food, drink, or treatment because we did not have money.

There is no source of income for the family at the present time, so we are unable to buy food, clean water, and medicine, especially after we are afflicted with the ongoing infectious diseases spread in the north like Hepatitis C disease.

Our house has been damaged a lot since the beginning of the war. We are from the north of Gaza and we are still in the north and have not displaced to the south. We displaced 10 times from place to another seeking to safety .

We hope for your help and support, even if only a little.🙏🙏

Vetted by Femme intifada on telegram.

Also, vetted by gazavetters on tumbler and my number is #60

My campaign was recently vetted by butterfly effect group on Instagram and my number is #964

This is the link if you would to read our story well 👇👇

https://gofund.me/4e896ac1

Thank you all

Spreading the word forward.

The color of the wings is just perfect. It's so well done!

Fly, my broken wings

The Questions I Ask Before I Leave

Had I been brave?

Was I strong?

Unafraid to speak the truth?

What did I do with my time?

Did I fill the world with love?

© Johnny J P Lee

06 December 2024

A Gogyoshi Poem 5

beneath the barren trees I am finally home

you solar flare, enkindle all

lounging poolside plague the apartments nearby yeah, im on your back you're, easy to second god them assume i need your — i really need your — my theoretical models more shameful than Jane Birkin theses and ripped red camelias these are no times for innocent eyes, bordellos our overeducated elbows — passers-by pre-September matchsticks arrival of late — trains you've seen it all, all it seems you've, waved goodbye, if it's fantasy made of swallowtail sensation drunk on your humid breath, — chisel your truths out: of my Mongol hordes hands that warm-up Prajnaparamita Sutra three am — is never deceased, a mouth of Korean cabbage heatwave artform, and we can superglue like last two pages, silky moist after hurricane rains

Words all jammed together.

No room in your mouth

for all your heart's burdens,

they spill out. A red mess.

There is no vacancy in me,

empty as I am. 

I have no price.

You can't stay.