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WE HAVE REACHED VOLUNTARY HANGOUTS THIS IS NOT A DRILL WE HAVE REACHED VOLUNTARY HANGOUTS PEOPLE





It hasn't even been a full two weeks yet either
#and the shelter said he and his wife were difficult yeah ok#is the difficulty in the room with us#his name is xander and he is a very handsome man and his wife is a sentient tribble named millie#i love them your honor
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remember when they were saying that bisexuals couldn't be butch or femme and we had to be like. deer
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Ok I'm officially begging because my "will do art for money" post has been a huge fucking flop
My hours at retail have been drastically reduced and I work anywhere from 4 hours to a whopping 12 a week. This isn't enough to make ends meet and I've already reapplied for food stamps. My husband has been on workmans comp for over a year but the company decided to stop paying us so we're in arbitration. This doesn't stop the need to pay rent and bills so here's a breakdown of everything for the month
Renters insurance - $261 (this covers a whole year)
Rent - $1600
Car insurance - $140
Couch payment - $90
Car payment - $333
Phone and internet - $280
Electricity - $400
Sewer - $100
Water - $100
Streaming services - $26
This means, before food or gas for the car, we need $3,330. If you can't donate, please reblog this. My PayPal has my deadname on it so heads up
PayPal [email protected] and Venmo, Cashapp, Kofi, etc are all smjaygal
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#donations#signal boost#paypal#kofi#cashapp#venmo#idk how else to tag this but im fucking desperate yall
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today in church one of the priests referred to trans people as "those who are growing into the gender they were called to be" and i'm kind of enjoying the idea of like....divinely ordained top surgery
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Ok I'm officially begging because my "will do art for money" post has been a huge fucking flop
My hours at retail have been drastically reduced and I work anywhere from 4 hours to a whopping 12 a week. This isn't enough to make ends meet and I've already reapplied for food stamps. My husband has been on workmans comp for over a year but the company decided to stop paying us so we're in arbitration. This doesn't stop the need to pay rent and bills so here's a breakdown of everything for the month
Renters insurance - $261 (this covers a whole year)
Rent - $1600
Car insurance - $140
Couch payment - $90
Car payment - $333
Phone and internet - $280
Electricity - $400
Sewer - $100
Water - $100
Streaming services - $26
This means, before food or gas for the car, we need $3,330. If you can't donate, please reblog this. My PayPal has my deadname on it so heads up
PayPal [email protected] and Venmo, Cashapp, Kofi, etc are all smjaygal
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#donations#signal boost#paypal#kofi#cashapp#venmo#idk how else to tag this but im fucking desperate yall
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Ok I'm officially begging because my "will do art for money" post has been a huge fucking flop
My hours at retail have been drastically reduced and I work anywhere from 4 hours to a whopping 12 a week. This isn't enough to make ends meet and I've already reapplied for food stamps. My husband has been on workmans comp for over a year but the company decided to stop paying us so we're in arbitration. This doesn't stop the need to pay rent and bills so here's a breakdown of everything for the month
Renters insurance - $261 (this covers a whole year)
Rent - $1600
Car insurance - $140
Couch payment - $90
Car payment - $333
Phone and internet - $280
Electricity - $400
Sewer - $100
Water - $100
Streaming services - $26
This means, before food or gas for the car, we need $3,330. If you can't donate, please reblog this. My PayPal has my deadname on it so heads up
PayPal [email protected] and Venmo, Cashapp, Kofi, etc are all smjaygal
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#donations#signal boost#paypal#kofi#cashapp#venmo#idk how else to tag this but im fucking desperate yall
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hey beautiful people. i just got a couple transphobes in my notes so i want to real quick give a little reminder that literally 90% of the people I love are trans and 90% of the terf/radfem posts i ever read are poisonous self-hating tiny miserable cruelty and if you don't like supporting trans folks you don't get my little mikus. bye
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Hi this is the nicest thing anybody has ever said about anything I've ever done
Here have this series of paintings I did today as decor in my house. Don't like how exact and perfect sold things are and that they're all white background with black text. The white is posca marker cause I didn't have the patience to fuck with white paint today





There will be more but I call these my "live laugh love" series. And no I'm not accepting criticism at this time. I did this for fun and don't care that none of it is perfect
#pixels#original post#onigiri draws#vann does the arty thing#painting#acrylic painting#ask if you need any other tags#I'M GONNA WEEP THIS IS SO SWEET#i see all the spots where i wanted it to be “better” so to hear that you see it as perfect is just#[new yorker voice] im cryin over here
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Here have this series of paintings I did today as decor in my house. Don't like how exact and perfect sold things are and that they're all white background with black text. The white is posca marker cause I didn't have the patience to fuck with white paint today





There will be more but I call these my "live laugh love" series. And no I'm not accepting criticism at this time. I did this for fun and don't care that none of it is perfect
#pixels#original post#onigiri draws#vann does the arty thing#painting#acrylic painting#ask if you need any other tags
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As someone who is currently advocating for the safety of the indigenous peoples of Palestine, how do you contrast that with the fact that Mormonism was founded on genocide and racism committed against the indigenous population of america? I feel like any support of the church or the religion therein is implicitly support of what was done to found it, no? What does their suffering at the hands of your faith's founding mean to you, if anything at all? I don't mean this especially confrontationally, just as someone whose heritage was negatively impacted by mormonism's existence and is now seeking to understand the justification.
I'm LDS because I love and connect with the Bible and the Book of Mormon. I am a church member because the church is where all the other mormons are. That does not mean that I accept the church's doctrine or defend its history.
The early Mormons, like all other white Christians of the era, used their scriptures to justify genocide. The Church defends this history using doctrine, and obfuscates what it knows is indefensible. But being Mormon does not inherently require conformity, and so it does not inherently mean supporting the Church's legacy of genocide.
To be Mormon while advocating against genocide is to understand the patterns and greater messages of the scriptures: equality and justice. It is to challenge and shut down racist rhetoric and apologia in weekly meetings, both out loud and in writing. It is to dedicate time and effort to denouncing the Church's racist past, shedding light on its legacy, organizing to rectify the harm it has caused, and leaving a better legacy than the Mormons who came before you.
Church doctrine has changed for the better many times. It always happened because of pressure from the membership. Improvement is bottom-up. We will succeed in turning our church into one whose positive contributions to the world will outweigh the harm it has caused.
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When Christ died, early Christians didn’t really know what to do with themselves. They figured the crucifixion was probably the most important thing to happen in the history of the world, an event of titanic cosmological significance. But what exactly did it mean for folks on the ground? Well that was up for debate. Quite a bit of debate.
What exactly was Christ? Was he just a guy? Was he a demigod like how the Greeks had? Was he literally God, or just an aspect of God? Did he even have a body? If he didn’t have a body what did it mean for him to suffer? Maybe he was some kind of energy ghost who didn’t have a real body? Was he a magician? Can we learn to do all that stuff? Can women be priests? The next 300 years of Christianity would hash out these questions in a no-holds-barred free-for-all theology deathmatch. The grand prize? The right to determine what exactly Christianity means.
Bishops everywhere would write letter after letter, arguing that their interpretation of Christ is the real, true, inarguable Christianity, and everyone who disagrees with them is a false teacher with dangerous and worthless opinions that are so obviously wrong they require an entire book to debunk how wrong they are.
So-called Gnosticism, today on patreon.
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It’s a Sunday, and I want to go to church. I know exactly why I’m not going. The wanting won’t go away.
I’m embarrassed. I shouldn’t want to go. It’s humiliating to be a queer person who wants to be Mormon. To love something so deeply, and to know that it will never love me back. Despite everything, the church feels like home. I’m desperate for it, even though it’s obvious that the church doesn’t want me.
Because he’d be there, in his purple tie. He always gives the best hugs. I could use a good hug today. He came with me when I had to step out of sacrament meeting, when it was too much for me. He sat with me in the foyer, stayed with me while I cried.
She’d be there, in her black boots. I think she’s giving a talk today. I miss the smile she’d give from the pulpit, like the next thing she said would be specifically for me. I bet her talk is about the Christ she believes in, the one who loves everyone so fiercely. When she talks about Him, I believe in Him too.
She’d be there, in her flowy, handmade dress. She’d save me a seat so I didn’t have to sit alone. She would catch my eye and we’d try to hold in laughter when a speaker said something stupid. Or we’d share an annoyed look when a speaker said something bigoted.
But he’d be there, buttoned up in his suit and tie. I imagine he’d tell me that he missed seeing me at church. But I can only think about the interview when I came out to him. He offered to set me up with LDS family services, so that I could get therapy to fix it. He’d probably say he didn’t mean it that way if I asked him.
And she’d be there, in a dress from her mission or something like that. I’ll admit I’ve never actually met her before. But she’s texted me a lot. She invited me to the temple, because I was on a list of “endowed sisters.” I told her that I’m not allowed to have a temple recommend as a trans person. She kept texting me, inviting me to a myriad of other relief society activities. I asked her to stop texting me.
And they won’t be there. I wish I could describe them. But they stopped going long before I did. I wish so badly I could make the church a safe place for them, even more than I wish I could make it safe for me. I don’t know if they ache to be there the way I do. Probably not. I’d feel their absence anyway.
But most of all, that will be there. That oppressive weight of knowing I’m not wanted. I’ve felt it my whole life, and it has become unbearable. No matter what, the church does not want me. No matter if my friends hug me, or smile at me, or laugh with me, or save me a seat. No matter who loves me. And I love them too. I love them with my entire heart. But I can’t keep engaging with an organization that hurts me like this. I don’t want to be where I’m not wanted.
It’s a Sunday, and I want to go to church. I could go put on my nice clothes right now and still make it in time.
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got asked “why are you open on Easter Sunday?” by a very angry woman at work today…my literal sister in christ it’s because you are also here
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