Marie Howe, from What the Living Do
Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights
[UPDATED FOR TRANSPARENCY]
My name is Eden and I am a transmasculine person trying to raise money for gender-affirming top surgery for this summer (2021) before my insurance expires. I have known I was trans since I was about 13 and learned about transgender people, and I socially transitioned in freshman year of high school. I have been on testosterone for about two and a half years, since I was 18, and now need your help with next steps towards easing my dysphoria and affirming my identity.
I am paying out-of-pocket for my surgery because the top surgeon capable of performing keyhole surgery in my area does not accept insurance, and because my student health insurance does not adequately cover the cost of top surgery regardless of the surgeon I choose. My insurance may or may not reimburse me for up to 70% of the first incision; pre-authorization is required and it is largely up to their discretion.
The out-of-pocket cost for my top surgery with Dr. Beverly Fischer in Maryland in total is $9,700. This includes $6,700 for the actual procedure, $800 for the anesthesia, and $2,200 for the facility fees. I was hoping to schedule my top surgery date during June 2021, Pride Month, so that I could receive a $750 discount, but was unable to reach this goal in time. A 10% deposit ($970) is required to secure my surgery as the current cost. I am hoping to raise enough to get my surgery this winter (2021-22) so that I have a chance of being partially reimbursed by my college insurance; this differs from my original fundraising goal where I hoped to raise enough to cover the cost of surgery before August, when my insurance from my previous academic institution expires. I am using my college’s insurance to hopefully be reimbursed and this reimbursement will go towards the recovery process and any educational expenses incurred. I have already had my consultation ($100) and have received psychiatric and medical documentation of this being a medically necessary procedure. I am unable to put the cost on a medical credit card such as CareCredit because I do not meet the income requirements; I am unable to ask my family for help either.
I am a chronically ill student, so I cannot work the hours necessary to save up enough for top surgery. I have been trying to do so for years to no avail, so I appreciate any help whatsoever. The money I’ve raised will go directly towards the out-of-pocket cost of the surgery and related expenses, as well as the recovery process. I will update this fundraiser with more information as necessary. Thank you to everyone for your support. You have my gratitude and love.
Hey all, I’m still working towards my goal of top surgery and I’m waiting for the deposit money to transfer so that I can finally make my appointment for the winter. Gofundme takes a portion of each donation, so continuing to donate and share is appreciated, as the amount I’ll have to pay upfront is greater than anticipated due to me not being able to secure the deposit in time to receive the discount.You can also opt to donate at my PayPal/ Venmo (ask off anon), or my Cashapp: $stoat
The trees change shape at night. In the darkness, limbs relax, leaves droop. Branches reach out for each other, like holding hands. It’s tiring, raising boughs to the sun, making energy of sunlight. Come night the trees’ bodies have less work. The pressure in their cells falls a little, like ours. Like us, like any creature, they don’t stop at night. Some tree-mind keeps the respiration running, tends the flow of sap. Some green thought reads the turning of the earth and the slow tilt towards winter. The woods expand, settle down for the night, offer a little more shelter to those who need it. Trees sleep, more or less. Maybe some nights they dream and wake, check the darkness, sleep again till dawn.
my heart is the shape of a wobbly handmade ceramic bowl
i’m crying so hard
this is my friends uncle, one of the teachers at ketab—an organization some of you might remember me posting about a few months ago.
ketab not only provides financial aid, personal supplies (clothes, food, whatever to accommodate the needs of the people in kabul), aid to displaced families, and medical supplies, but also nourishes the lives of the future generations in afghanistan. omid, the teacher mentioned, was my friend’s uncle. my friend, who started this beautiful organization. this fundraiser is for his funeral expenses, as he was the breadwinner for the family and his family didn’t have anybody else to earn income for them.
this is him teaching literacy to one of his many students. he was a kind soul, and refused to get paid the regular salary of a teacher as he wanted more for the students. please share this. for my friend, for the students, and for the family mourning. thank you all, and may God have mercy on him.
here’s the linktree for all of the current ketab gofundmes and other important links :
you can also follow their instagram : @ketabeduservices for more updates, both on the current news of what’s happening in afghanistan, and of the new events and donations for ketab.
After signing, instead of donating to the change.org petition, which only funds the site, donate to Ashley’s gofundme here or subscribe to her patreon:
You can also write to her via the FreeAshleyDiamond website:
Another petition to sign and send her words of support is through the petition via the Center for Constitutional Rights:
June Jordan, ‘Intifada Incantation: Poem 38 for b.b.L.’
Rilke’s Book of Hours
Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, “July”
[text ID: The figs we ate wrapped in bacon.
The gelato we consumed greedily:
coconut milk, clove, fresh pear.
How we’d dump hot espresso on it
just to watch it melt, licking our spoons
clean. The potatoes fried in duck fat,
the salt we’d suck off our fingers,
the eggs we’d watch get beaten
‘til they were a dizzying bright yellow,
how their edges crisped in the pan.
The pink salt blossom of prosciutto
we pulled apart with our hands, melted
on our eager tongues. The green herbs
with goat cheese, the aged brie paired
with a small pot of strawberry jam,
the final sour cherry we kept politely
pushing onto each other’s plate, saying,
No, you. But it’s so good. No, it’s yours.
How I finally put an end to it, plucked it
from the plate, and stuck it in my mouth.
How good it tasted: so sweet and so tart.
How good it felt: to want something and
pretend you don’t, and to get it anyway.]
“Being Boring” by Wendy Cope
‘May you live in interesting times.’ Chinese curse
If you ask me ‘What’s new?’, I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it’s better today.
I’m content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.
There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion – I’ve used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last.
If nothing much happens, I’m thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you’re after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.
I don’t go to parties. Well, what are they for,
If you don’t need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I’ve found a safe mooring,
I’ve just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.
this is a long shot but we need people to write about this!!! –
as part of my internship with the critical childhoods and youth studies collective (CCYSC), we’re working on a feature series pertaining to themes and issues of childhood, memory, trauma as experienced by children, how children made sense of the partition in the 1940s and later, the 1970s, its aftermath, and their own drastically changed lives.
please follow the link below to read our concept note and understand better the objective of this project::::::::::
please reblog for wider reach!!!!!!!! thank you!!!!!!
“What I want from the river is what I always want: / to be held by a stronger thing that, in the end, chooses mercy.”