I can’t stop crying. I’m so fucking upset and angry and hurt and confused and I just don’t understand.
Fuck this country.
I just want to be with my fucking girlfriend
And they won’t let her in. They are sending her back. We can’t even see each other. FUCK this
This fucking hurts
I love you Fel
I’m so heartbroken.
I’m about to board my fourth flight in 48 hours. It’s 5:36 in the morning and I’m waiting another 5 hours to board back to Argentina. I haven’t slept a wink and I’m so frustrated, angry, so sad. They kept me in isolation the whole day and made me sleep in some bunk bed. They weren’t “comfortable” with me visiting after “reviewing my case” and confiscating my phone the entire time and not allowing me to contact more than one person for 3 minutes.
They revoked my visa. I can’t visit the states again unless I fight REALLY hard for my case, and I don’t even know how long that will take or if they will change their decision.
I’m gonna be using all the money I brought to buy Casey a plane ticket to come see me. It’s a lot of money. (No, Sapphic funds will NOT be touched). We just threw 1000 dollars in the trash can from this whole mess.
If you want to help me out, please consider commissioning me (my art tag is tagged/my-art, or if you feel like it, donating to the gofundme.com/ldrlesbos or to my paypal, paypal.me/felitomkinson
Hey guys, my friend’s dog isn’t doing so well and she needs money to pay for his treatment. If anyone could donate even a little bit or just reblog this, it would mean a lot.
Once my friend Henry was accused of wearing wireless headphones by a substitute so she said for him to hand them over so he took them off and handed them to her. Then later on she asked him a question and he didn’t respond so she said it louder and he still didn’t respond. She asked why he was not responding and he said “I can’t understand you ma’am, you took my hearing aids.”
HOLY SHIT
one time we had a sub that was handing back papers and called my name. I asked if someone could grab it for me and she started mocking me for not even standing up. taunting me asking why I was not walking up to the front to get the paper myself.
my classmates went dead silent and after the sub’s laughter ended someone informed her that the wheelchair parked nearby belonged to me
My sister once had her insulin pump ripped off of her because her exam proctor (a sub) thought it was some cheating device. He soon figured out that it was, in fact, not, when the port on her side (the place the needle goes in) started bleeding through her shirt. Her pump started beeping frantically, because that’s what it does, and it was general chaos until my sister ripped what’s basically her pancreas out of his hands, told her friend “Let the next proctor know I’ll need extra time,” and walked out of the room towards the nurse.
Literally schools are shit with disabilities. In elementary school I was having a high blood sugar reaction(cold sweats to rapid passing in and out of consciousness, vomiting and finally leading to a massive seizure before you die) and I KNEW I had to go to the nurse cuz I was getting worse. Kept telling my teach I needed to go and he kept saying no till finally I felt myself about to throw up and I’m screaming LET ME GO (i was a little kid to me i couldnt do anything in an institution without an adults say so or id basically go to hell) and the bitch said SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH AND PAY ATTENTION TO THE LESSON where I proceeded to projectile vomit all over my desk and he jut kept going on with the lesson. Finally I just booked it out of the room but I was too far gone to even REMEMBER where the nurses office was let alone where the hell I was that my class literally just left and helped me to the nurses office. I immediately went to the hospital and officially died for 5 minutes before I was revived. I could have stayed dead all because some fuck twad thought his lesson was more important than a students life
After Columbine, a local school installed metal detectors and made everyone walk through them and put their bags on a table for a teacher to search.
A few days into the school year, a teacher ripped a boy’s insulin pump off him because she thought it was a weapon, despite he and his sister insisting it was an insulin pump and he needed it to live.
I don’t know how many of you are still in school but I have some valuable knowledge that might actually help with this problem! In the United States there’s this thing called a 504 Plan that you can get which basically gives you legal protection from disability/chronic illness discrimination in public schools.
Students can qualify for 504 plans if they have physical or mental impairments that affect or limit any of their abilities to:
walk, breathe, eat, or sleep;
communicate, see, hear, or speak;
read, concentrate, think, or learn;
stand, bend, lift, or work
Examples of accommodations in 504 plans include:
preferential seating,
extended time on tests and assignments,
reduced homework or classwork,
verbal, visual, or technology aids,
modified textbooks or audio-video materials,
behavior management support,
adjusted class schedules or grading,
verbal testing,
excused lateness, absence, or missed classwork
I’m a type one diabetic and my school nurse would do stuff like keep all my meds in a locked cabinet, not let me take my insulin or test my blood sugar unless she was watching me, and lie to my mother about me inducing low blood sugars in order to get out of class. She wouldn’t even let me keep glucagon (emergency sugar injection) on my person in case I passed out from low blood sugar.
So one day I casually mentioned all this to my endocrinologist and she was really mad. She was really angry at the school nurse for mistreating me like that and informed me of this thing called a 504 plan. A 504 plan protects students with disabilities and chronic illnesses from discrimination by outlining exactly what a student needs to meet their special needs. For me, this meant I had to be able to keep ahold of my own meds in case of emergency and keep track of my own glucose levels, that I would never be marked late for a class if I was busy treating a low, and I could pause the clock on a standardized test to check my blood sugar and treat it.
If you have a disability and you’re still attending public school, PLEASE read up on 504 plans because they saved me so much grief when I was still in school. It might help you too.
Myself, along with CSU LGBT Resource Center Director Aaric Guerriero can confirm that multiple students have been scammed by this doctor, who is changing the medical codes for the surgery post-op. This is resulting in $30,000 medical fees that should have been covered by insurances and were not agreed upon. He (Dr. Hartley) is taking advantage of the fight we have with the legal system to get covered by insurances and scamming trans individuals seeking care in the Colorado area. Please be safe and spread this information!!!
Guys seriously please spread this, we were almost affected by this. The front desk staff at his clinic in Boulder were so kind we had no idea. I saved up for so long to get this surgery I can’t imagine other guys loosing it all to this asshat
That’s Dr. Winfield Hartley of Boulder Plastic Surgery & IV Seasons Skin Care. Yelp link.
he puts up flys are places outside of Boulder, too
many lgbt youth groups ive been to have had his flyers outside or around the meeting area
it really should scare anyone with human decency how #DACA is being put to an end by trump. over 28,000 immigrants are going to lose their jobs over this xenophobic and racist decision… and before anyone whines about how these immigrants don’t deserve jobs because they’re not “real Americans”,, dreamers have been in America since they were children. DACA literally stands for
Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals. imagine being a child who comes into a country where you have to immediately adapt to learning a new language, get used to a new culture, and get to work a few years later right at the legal working age. these children have went through hell and back just to make a living in america, and it’s very disgusting how the trump administration wants to take that all away just because he wants to make america white again.
there is no valid reason why trump wants to take away DACA other than blatant xenophobia because immigrants are not “stealing” your fucking jobs. that bullshit claim has been debunked a million times by professional economists. the #Dreamers caused no harm to this country, they’re just young immigrants who want to make a living for themselves and their future families. DACA has helped over 800,000 immigrants achieve their goals and dream of becoming successful in a different country. only racists who want to “purify” this country with whiteness would be against such a helpful program. anyone else who knows how to sympathize with other humans would know that this program is well needed.
there is a way to help. simply text RESIST to the number 50409 and the resistbot will fax a custom made letter to your local senator(s). It doesn’t have to be super long, just to a short explanation on why you think DACA deserves to be saved. after that it will automatically send a fax to your senator. and that’s it! It’s free, it’s easy, and you can also do it more than once. congress has 6 months to make sure this doesn’t become a nightmare for immigrations so let’s make the most of it!! we can fight this!
here’s another piece of vital information specifically for the DACA Dreamers. you guys still have rights and it’s very important you know that.
You never think it happens to you until it does. You never think that you’d be the one that people reblog tips for.
I wash just closely followed and taped by a man at a convention today. The only reason I’m here to talk about it is because of said reblogged tips. They might have just saved me.
When I saw that man behind me, I did a run-through of everything I knew to keep me safe. Everything I saw on this website that would help me. First, I made sure I was being followed. I picked up my pace, went around tables sporadically, mixed up my directions. I never stopped moving. When I saw he was still the same distance behind me, I knew.
Second, I looked for my friends. I had come with three other people and had split up to look at merch. But when I couldn’t find them, I did what I never thought I’d have to do. I thank all of the people I followed for reblogging it so many times.
I picked a random cosplayer my age (a Midoriya cosplayer of 15-16 years) and pretended that I just met a long lost friend. I leaned in close to give them a hug and then whispered that I was being followed. They understood IMMEDIATELY and let me follow them to a different booth. It wasn’t until I grouped with them that the man stopped following me. I later went to security and the man was already someone who they were having trouble with earlier.
Moral of the story: Please reblog tips for safety on your dash. I don’t care if it doesn’t fit. If I didn’t think of pretending I knew someone, something worse could’ve happened to me. If you’re being followed, don’t be afraid to pretend you know someone. Be careful out there. You never think it’s going to be you until it happens.
Our kitty Isaiah is in need of some help. His vet and a specialist both suspect he has cancer in his jaw. We need to try and raise some money for testing and possible surgery. Please visit our GoFundMe to help out and share. Thanks.
You could help a friend to adopt her kitten, she lives in South Los Angeles and does not want to take her to a shelter, but she can not have her any longer at home.
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