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#lifesaving surgery
bush-hobo · 9 months
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You know what? I don't hate my body. I hate the fact that my body defines me as a girl. I like the way I look, I don't want to have to take testosterone or hide my chest to be viewed as something other than a girl. I love my body, I love its shape and everything it can do, I'm strong, fast, and decently beautiful, but everything that I should love about myself is undermined because of the flesh bags on my chest? I HATE THAT SO MUCH.
The idea that I have to cut off parts of me to be viewed by society as masculine is awful, and something that I can't help, shaping the way others view me so intensely, really, really hurts me. I don't want to change me. I just want to be accepted for what I am, and the idea that my chest is getting in the way of that is what makes me hate it so much. I don't hate my chest specifically, but the ideas connected to it. If those ideas vanished, I could live happily and freely without having to alter my body. Without having to bind to be comfortable, without having to deal with never quite feeling connected to my OWN BODY. I should feel safe here.
It isn't fair.
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mindfulbrat · 1 year
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Are surgery viewings still a thing
Like hypothetically could I watch a friends vaginoplasty or ffs and see her insides or her skull
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stellaluna33 · 2 years
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I just wanted to share a picture of my snuggly flannel nightgown I made, now that it's clean and mended and back in commission (and just in time, too)... But the photo came out a little unexpectedly spooky. 😂
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Hello, ghostly lady!
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apricotbuncakes · 5 months
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Before we get into everything below this:
Donate Here
$255/$10,000
If you can, please donate to my GoFundMe. I'm so fucking desperate in a way I can barely explain but I'm going to do my best below.
I can't explain how desperate I am without alienating people who have sensitivities to certain topics, so I'll say this instead. I have to go out of fucking pocket, which I can't really fucking afford, which means I'm begging friends, family, and strangers on the Internet to send me money for the costs of the surgery, aftercare supplies, and monthly expenses (among other fucking things) so that I can just live a normal fucking life for a bit.
I feel fucking pathetic. Because I can't do what I want to (fix the problem myself, no help) because it's either a horrible and deadly idea or costs thousands of dollars that I do not fucking have right now. I'm stuck in this cycle of "I can't do this anymore" and "I don't have a fucking choice but to survive".
Because I truly can't keep doing this. I need top surgery. I needed top surgery at 14 years old, and I need it now even fucking more at 20. I can't keep fucking waiting, but saying the darker side of this on a "help me raise money for top surgery" post will just make me feel like I'm manipulating people. I don't want to make people feel forced to help. I also don't know how to show people how desperate I am for this, so I'm getting over myself and being as raw and honest as possible without crossing into major triggering discussions.
I'm getting to the point where I'm tempted to start mailing random celebrities in an attempt to get some money for top surgery, because it wouldn't be the first time that someone famous has sent gifts to random people they've never met, and I'm very limited on my options. I can only set aside so much each month, and if I set aside every fucking penny not for monthly expenses or paying someone back for covering a purchase for me I would have nothing left.
I know other people are suffering. I know I'm not the only one. But I'm tired of forcing myself to be soft and gentle about asking for help in case someone else needs help too because I'm fucking exhausted. I'm tired of pretending like "It's fine! I can wait don't worry!" It's not. I can't. I'm not fine. I needed top surgery six years ago and I still fucking need it, and my desperation for it is only getting worse. If you can spare anything to help, please.
I can't describe my desperation any better than this.
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divadollcreations · 1 year
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There is no “Patreon Exclusive” Sims CC. You earn for early access, then after two weeks it’s free. Very simple. Come on people
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tobacconist · 1 year
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always find it so troubling how people have to state how autistic black and transgender they are on donation posts... 
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it really disgusts me that people are so comfortable calling transmascs "zipper tits" like. Jesus do you not hear how hateful you sound? or does it just feel good to hit someone who's got no interest in hitting back?
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today's vetted fundraisers. i know i there are lots of these floating around, but please keep sharing and donating if you can, even if it's a small amount. if we disengage, we dash these families' hopes for a better future
july 7th:
Eyad Sami, his wife Amal Mahmoud, and their four children (CHF6,180/CHF20,000) - @eyadeyadsblog, verified by @/90-ghost
The AlBalawi family of ten, including several children (multiple are sick) and two chronically ill members who need treatment (€8,186/€50,000) - @aboooodsblog, @albalawii, @bisanalbalawi, verified by @/90-ghost
Mohammed Hijazi and his elderly parents, one of whom is severely injured and needs surgery to restore his ability to walk (€1,728/€20,000) - @savemohammedfamily, verified by @/90-ghost
Ashraf Alanqar, his wife Widad Issa, and their little son Bakr (€3,934/€30,000) - @ashrafanqer, verified by @/90-ghost
Yousef (a toddler who needs lifesaving treatment for a blood disease) and his parents (€2,117/€25,000) - @dima96yousef, verified by @/90-ghost
Youssef Hilles's wife and five children, including his young son whom he's never gotten to meet in person (€3,446/€23,000) - @zeinyousef, #206 on @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi's spreadsheet
Basel Ayyad and his family of eight, including his sick daughter who is losing her sight without treatment (CHF2,612/CHF60,000) - @basel-1995, #214 on @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein's spreadsheet
Ramez Hilles and his family of ten, including several children (€853/€37,000) - @ramezderar, verified by @/90-ghost
Ghada Afifi (needs surgery for a heart condition) and her family ($1,720/$50,000) - @lifeasme24 on tiktok, verified by @/lieahsblog (reach out for more details)
Wafaa Alnhal's family of 15, including four children and a newborn (they've already lost multiple family members, including Wafaa's young niece) (€26,148/€50,000) - @wafs-posts, #171 on @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein's spreadsheet
The Al Zaeem family of seven, including four children and their severely ill grandfather ($19,011 CAD/$50,000 CAD) - @yosofzaeem, @malkzaeem, verified by @/nabulsi
Widow Safaa Abubaker and her two little children (€868/€15,000) - @safaamo, verified by @/ibtisams
Ahmed Baalousha, his wife Islam, their three children (one a newborn, he suffers especially from malnutrition), and Ahmed's parents and sister (€14,769/€50,000) - @5735765, #234 on @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi's spreadsheet
Muhammad Al-Habil, his wife, their three young children, and Muhammad's chronically ill parents (€8,850/€50,000) - @mohammedfamily11, verified by @/el-shab-hussein
Helping Siraj Abudayeh, his wife, and their three children to rebuild their beloved home ($4,081 CAD/$82,000 CAD) - @siraj2024, #219 on @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein's spreadsheet
Evacuating Firas Muhaisen's family of six (including three children) and paying he and his sister's medical school fees (needed by next month) ($1,939 CAD/$82,000 CAD) - @firasmuhaisenn, @nisreenameen, @hashem-fromgaza, verified by @/90-ghost
Nael Khalid and family (unknown amount) - @islamgazaaccount2, verified by @/90-ghost
Fiancés Noor and Alaa (both have lost multiple family members already) (€2,823/€25,000) - @nouralaagaza, verified by @/ibtisams
Helping Mahmoud Abu Hamam and his family rebuild their house and their lives ($790/$25,000) - @ma7moudgaza2, #149 on @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi's spreadsheet
not yet vetted:
Amjad Al-Shaltawi's family of 11, including several children and his wife Suha, who's lost her whole family (€658/€97,000) - @amjadshiltawu
Helping Hamed and his family to rebuild their home and livelihood (€643/€70,000) - @hamedkara
any contribution you can make is infinitely valuable, regardless of the size of your following or the amount you can give. let's keep working together to support families like these suffering violence and displacement. your help can save lives.
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sayruq · 7 months
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Please boost and donate if you can
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timemachineyeah · 2 years
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I think the thing that drives me the most batshit about the medical fatphobia conversation is that the burden of proof feels so exactly backwards. Just from an obvious best practices standpoint???
Things like intentional malnourishment, intentionally incapacitating vital organs through surgery, denial of potentially lifesaving medical care until those things are done, etc.
Those are all pretty extreme. The kinds of things it feels like a “first do no harm” system should have a lot of solid evidence for before recommending or implementing them.
But they’re so bog standard and accepted and everyone from doctors to your own family will look at you like you’re a flat-earther when you suggest maybe we shouldn’t be defaulting to that.
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duckdotcom · 1 year
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they roll me in for urgent lifesaving surgery but the surgeon has to leave the room because they see my face and get all flustered and start blushing and giggling bashfully and then when a new surgeon comes in to take over it happens again and it keeps happening with all the surgeons and eventually i die cutely on the operating table without a single incision
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maowives · 21 hours
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living in proximity to such insanely wealthy people will do so much to make you crazy and impart you with a desperate and bloodthirsty vulgar class consciousness. just looking out over a sea of white college students all wearing identical winter coats, each of those coats worth, at a minimum, of USD$2000. i genuinely fantasized about killing swathes of those students on a near-daily basis. like it made me genuinely sick to think about how much Wealth was represented in The Massive Sea Of Coats alone. how many people could those coats feed? how many lifesaving surgeries? how many lives utterly changed by just being given the monetary equivalent of one of those stupid fucking jackets? and every winter afternoon i would watch thousands of those coats scurry out of one building of one department of one university of one city and i would be immediately faced with the sheer scale of it all, the vicious bloody calculus of it, the incomprehensible weight in human suffering of that much wealth, accumulated. it horrified me. it made me feel helpless and furious. how many of these people had never known someone who couldn't afford medications? how many of these people had never known the terror of not being sure if they could afford rent, the background-radiation of fear that simmers in the hearts of all of the regular people who know that they live on the cusp of destitution at any moment, the omnipresent terror in the millions more who live actively subalternized? it was mad and it was Maddening. to be driven Mad by a maddening society is itself a measure of clarity. I started seeing the numbers in my mind everywhere, I started paying more attention to the values of these casual luxuries flaunted all around me, and their inverses, the desperate necessities held at a taunting, tantalizing distance from desperate people. USD$600 pair of headphones. baby formula locked behind a plexiglas barrier. USD$500 pair of shoes. people asking for food out in front of a well stocked grocer. USD$100,000 Tesla car. not being able to afford a wheelchair. USD$240,000 in 4-year-tuition for every student of an Esteemed University. "COVID vaccinations are no longer being covered under the no-insurance bridge program." how could anyone really pay attention to any of all this, and not be rendered utterly insane, rent apart into a half-dozen pieces, each part uniquely burdened with a particular species of grief, outrage, sorrow, bitterness, hatred? it took all of the discipline and control I had to not march onto the nearest university campus and blow holes in a few dozen flawless white faces, smiles perfected by years of cosmetic dentistry and priceless skincare potions, and then turn the barrel on myself in sheer grief. what could we do about this? what could any of us do? what is to be done?
I don't want to put a trite point on this. I don't want to say that "marxism-leninism saved my life, because it gave me hope," even if its true, even if it did. that's not the point. I only mean to ask: doesn't this make you insane? I only mean: don't you feel like maybe we weren't meant to live like this? I mean: doesn't it fill you with grief? most of all I mean: aren't you full of rage?
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firstfullmoon · 1 year
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poetry truly is the most painful & lifesaving of all art forms. like open-heart surgery
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smilepaint · 2 months
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we've been trying unsuccessfully to save for 5 years so my partner finally gave in and let me make a fundraiser for his top surgery <3 if youre american especially, your dollar is worth almost twice the amount for us so every little bit is super helpful. rowen's been binding for over a decade now and i can tell he's really getting to the end of his rope. if you can't donate at all, it would still help a lot to share this! i know there is a lot going on in the world so this might not feel important in comparison, but it would make an indescribable difference to my partner's life and wellbeing. i love him so much and i want to see him happy and out of pain <3
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pixelnrd · 8 days
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On a busy morning as she rushed to her office, Jasmine got caught up trying to finish a text. She didn't see the puddle, or how wet the ground was after the rain, but the next thing she knew she went flying and landed herself in the emergency room.
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She was embarassed to be there, truth be told. Her whole day was ruined, she had messed up her face, and she felt silly. It was just a knock to to the head! Her ego hurt more than anything.
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The doctor who examined her was devilishly handsom. Even in her lightly concussed state, Jasmine couldn't help but enjoy every time his hands touched her. Stop it! She admonished herself. He's just doing his job! Get a grip!
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'Right well, I think it's just a mild concussion with no lasting damage,' said the handsome doctor. Jasmine was relieved.
'I'm sorry for wasting your time,' she said in her usual flirty manner. 'I'm sure there are children in need of lifesaving surgery that I'm keeping you from.'
The doctor laughed. 'I promise, you're not,' he said in jest. 'Pediatrics is not my speciality.'
'Maybe I could keep you from your job some other time?' asked Jasmine, her head injury spurring her with giddy confidence. 'Like, over a drink? Doctor...?
'Maybe when you've recovered, we can see,' smiled the doctor. 'It's Doctor Cameron. Jacob.'
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True to his word though, a few days later Jacob called Jasmine to check in on her progress. During the call, they arranged to meet for a date.
Jasmine enjoyed getting to know Jacob. He was mild mannered, intelligent, and easygoing. He made her feel comfortable and relaxed. And he was just so handsome. She couldn't help it but enjoy spending the evening with him, and hoped it might lead to something more.
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psychotrenny · 2 months
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Maybe this is just a product of the social circles I'm in, but there seems to be a pretty disproportionate amount of transgender (and especially transfem) anticivs out there. And like yeah, various social categories and personal identities that we today would understand as and classify as "transgender" have existed long before we had even the beginnings of modern medical transition (since before recorded history in fact). And no form of medical transition is necessary in order to be transgender even when it is available; someone who lives their life without any surgery or hormone replacement or anything can be every bit as "transgender" as someone who's gone through every medical intervention under the sun.
But like you have to realise that this technology is a massive boon for transgender people as a whole; a literal lifesaver in many cases. Not merely as a way for someone to better assimilate into cisnormative society, try to protect themselves from structural transphobia, but as a way to live as version of themselves they much prefer, a path to personal happiness which in many cases is quite outside the bounds of cisnormativity. There's a reason why this technology was invented in the first place and why so many trans people fight so hard and sacrifice so much in order to access it. So like the abolition of the social structures and economic basis which make this technology possible is very directly against the interests of the trans community
But maybe you don't care about all this medical bullshit; you're on that "Bronze Age Femboy Priestess" grindset and so this aspect of your ideology doesn't personally affect you. Very selfish but whatever. But it honestly hurts my brain whenever I see someone who is engaged in medical transition while opposing it's very physical basis. Like even the whole "make estrogen from horse piss" requires equipment that can't be viably produced without a socio-economic structure that would (as much as the word has any meaning) doubtless count as "civilised". The body you have cannot physically exist in the the world you are trying to create. Your ideology is self destructive in the most literal way
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