Someone keeps moving my chair.

collegehumor:

pancakes-and-penguins:

This is the single best post I’ve ever seen. 

Parents need to teach their children these man tips.

please help us get to safety

malacophilous:

We need to move, and soon. We aren’t safe here anymore. Our resources are being pulled out from under us after we’ve been repeatedly promised that this would never happen. We need help. We need a new, safer home.

Things have gotten increasingly dire; my pay is being cut down to nothing, and years of attempts and applications and interviews have shown that it’s impossible for me or my husband to get consistent ‘traditional’ employment in this city due to our financial, employment and education histories. On top of that, one of my current employers/housemates has been completely insensitive about the fact that I was raped recently, and has been lashing out at me. This has made me scared to leave my bedroom for fear of being yelled at and triggered. My depression and anxiety have reached a point where I’m self-harming again and seriously considering suicide because I feel so helpless and afraid of what’s going to happen to us.

I’m 26 and my husband Ben is 25; we’re both queer nonbinary people with excellent housekeeping and cooking skills. We’re creative, usually quiet people and we respect others’ boundaries. I have chronic pain and several other physical difficulties which have prevented me from securing outside employment (but I’ve been told I’m not ‘disabled enough’ to get disability benefits), otherwise I would be devoting my time to landing whatever job could possibly take me. I would take anything at this point—but that wouldn’t change the fact that we wouldn’t be able to afford housing, so we’d still be stuck in an unsafe situation. Ben hasn’t been consistently employed since 2008 and is rarely even asked back for interviews because of that; he’s been fired and had to leave several positions before due to being of trans* experience. We run an Etsy shop and take sewing commissions, but don’t get much business. Soon this will be our only income. We have a very friendly, fixed Maine Coon whom we will not leave behind for any reason. He has been my lifeline for years and I cannot give him up, so anywhere we go, he goes.

We’ve been homeless and/or relying on the support of friends for most of our adult lives, though not for lack of striving for independence. I’ve lived out of a car before, and on the street for a short time dumpster-diving for food, but we don’t have a car anymore and living on the streets of NYC as DFAB queer people would probably get us killed. Being on the street really fucked me up before, and I don’t want to have to subject my husband to that kind of stifling depression and hopelessness. I don’t want to have to go through it again, either, but mostly I’m worried about him.

We’ve been on food stamps before, but as the head of household on our account I was subjected to constant personal remarks, transphobia and homophobia from the government workers with whom I had to consult on a regular basis. Sure, it’s a couple hundred dollars a month for food, but at the cost of my emotional well-being. I would come home sick and in tears any time I had to go to the food stamps office to bargain with and beg them to not cancel our account, all while being insulted, called an idiot, and told directly that I was a worthless layabout for seeking aid. I am not willing to go through that again when I’m already feeling so hopeless and scared—especially if I’m going in there without having any employment whatsoever.

Ben and I don’t require a lot of space. We’ve lived in one small room for years, and we keep to ourselves. We sleep on camping cots that fold away into bags. The bulkiest things we own (other than furniture that we can of course leave behind) are my guitar, a bike, our winter coats, and the fabric/supplies for our Etsy shop. We’ve lived in a tent numerous times before (but no longer own it), a cardboard shack smaller than a dining room table, and have slept on people’s couches and in spare rooms. Can we build a tiny fort in your yard? Great. Got space in your garage? Fantastic. We’re not picky, we just need somewhere where we can sleep safely, keep our cat, be respected, and have a little privacy.

We have plenty of food right now, but it won’t last more than a couple of weeks. We have about $150 in the bank. We can use some of that to buy plastic tote boxes or cardboard shipping boxes to pack our stuff, maybe a cheap suitcase and a cat carrier. We can’t afford plane tickets (and wouldn’t be able to transport our cat, since we don’t have his vaccination records), and I don’t have a driver’s license anymore so even if we could afford it a moving van wouldn’t be an option.

We’ve always known that we couldn’t survive in NYC, but we’ve been limping through life for long enough to feel like it was a decent situation for the time being. Now it is no longer, and we need to get out. Please, if you or anyone you know could help get us out over the next month or so, please contact me.

I know it helps to put a face on these things, so this is me (Jack)

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this is Ben

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and here’s our critter

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If you reblog this to signal boost, please do so as text rather than a link so that more people will end up seeing it.  We need as much exposure as we can get.

Signal boosting - also wanted to add that if you absolutely can’t find anyplace and need somewhere temporary to sleep, I live in NJ and have couch + twin bed in my living room for guests. It wouldn’t be a tenable situation for long because my partner and I live in a 1 bedroom apartment and also have a cat, and four humans + two cats in our space long term would be too much, but if you are in danger and nothing else comes up, my email is redtavern at gmail dot com, feel free to contact me.

Other friends in New Jersey, if you see this post, please also signal boost it! Semi-local people in need of space while they find new jobs etc.

snazziercookies:

harrie5:

Sign it here

People like pictures right?

The signatures have started slowing down on this, and that’s not very good.
As of me typing this, there’s still 37K signatures left. That’s a lot!

So keep sharing the link guys!

Eventually one day everyone will use Mx. Lastname as their title and will wonder why in hell us ancient idiots found it necessary to distinguish people’s genders by the titles of their names.

I mean why don’t we have special titles for what race we are or how tall we are while we’re at it.

shimmerymaggot:

ceruleanpineapple:

why do so many people think spiders are evil and out to get you
look at this fucking nerd run away in an overly dramatic cartoonish way just because something touched its butt

literally me 

shimmerymaggot:

ceruleanpineapple:

why do so many people think spiders are evil and out to get you

look at this fucking nerd run away in an overly dramatic cartoonish way just because something touched its butt

literally me 

snazziercookies:

thrifttreasures:

ohtheandrogyny:

magik-aimee:

ihateeveryonefrombektun:

missingkeys:

calystarose:

Girl is pioneer at quarterback for Florida High School

That first picture just fills me with such joy and a feeling of hope.

HEY ERIN HEY!

It’s the last picture that gets me. Her eyes are off reading the defense, because she’s not handing off to the RB, that’s a fake. She’s the QB and she’d doing her goddamn job and she’s doing it well. GET IT GIRL.

“Everybody says, ‘What happens when she gets hit?’ ” Gatewood said. “This isn’t a knock on Erin, but she’s bigger than 10 kids on my team. I have a wide receiver that weighs 25 pounds less than her. And the pads she wears are the same as the pads he wears.”

theres a post going around “imagine a high school romance movie about a girl who works her ass off to play on the football team and eventually becomes the quarterback and she dates one of the cheerleaders” well thats this girls life basically. the cheerleader in the top picture is her girlfriend.

this makes me so happy, it’s ridiculous

Every time I read this I get real happy.

THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY!

Fuck.  Yes.

Not sure I’ve ever put this on my blog before, but it needs to be. Everything about this is joy inducing and excellent. :D

rainbowbarnacle:

ohyeeeahman:

spoken-not-written:

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS

I waited 30 seconds for this 3 second video to load and it was worth it.

*CHOKES*

puke-kitten:

my outfit everyday

puke-kitten:

my outfit everyday

snazziercookies:

jtotheizzoe:

Grace Hopper

Rear Admiral Grace Hopper would have been 107 today, and is being honored with a great Google Doodle. It’s quite literally impossible for us to imagine, as we sit here reading about her on the internet, but people used to use things like paper and pencils and chalk and slide rules to solve (and often not solve) complicated problems. Grace Hopper quite simply helped usher in the modern age, her impact, I think, is no less than the steam engine or the cotton gin.

Some awesome stuff she did: Grace Hopper developed first compiler, allowing computer calculations to move beyond simple arithmetic and into more complex problems. She also developed first standardized computer language, COBOL, which laid the groundwork for all the languages we use today.

One day she found a dead moth disrupting one of the electronic relays in the Mark 1 computer, and upon removing it (and fixing the computer), the term “debugging" was popularized (although the idea of computer "bugs" had been around before). Here’s her daily log from that day, with the offending moth taped to the page:

Beyond that, she was a charming scientific communicator, and she possessed a marvelous ability to make people, and mind you this was in a time when almost no one owned their own computer, truly appreciate both the importance and the complexity of computing technology.

She famously carried around a bundle of nanoseconds in her purse for illustrative purposes. Here she is charming the socks off of David Letterman, and giving him a nanosecond of his very own (don’t miss the picosecond joke, either) :

MY HERO.  THIS WOMAN IS MY HERO.

LET’S NOT ALSO FORGET SHE WAS A FUCKING ADMIRAL.  IN THE 40’S SHE WAS A FEMALE ADMIRAL.

deviousness-carter:

RootxShaw sketch because, dear god, this show actually gets gayer the more it focuses on the ladies, doesn’t it? Playing doctor, indeed.

Best show okay.

deviousness-carter:

RootxShaw sketch because, dear god, this show actually gets gayer the more it focuses on the ladies, doesn’t it? Playing doctor, indeed.

Best show okay.

requested by obsess-poi-newyork

Gotta reblog some ladies of interest tonight too.