#unsheltered

[solar-sunnyside-up]

[chronicallycouchbound]

Wet shelters save lives. If someone is forced to freeze to death in their car because they’re not allowed in the local dry shelter because they’re under the influence, you are enabling their death.

[litsnaps]

[aigeneratedportraitofdoriangray]

well, there goes, damn near everything else i owned; me and a coupe other strays out here were using a vacant old home as, mostly a stash space for the bulk of our belongings (because, we should not be confined to carrying our ever fiber of being in one backpack nor burdened with the weight of everything we owned if we do not want to limit ourselves to the former), and for getting out of the worst of the weather. it was very much a "worst kept secret" of the neighborhood kinda thing, but no one -openly- seemed to mind, and in fact were either quite kind to us or happy to ignore us as we made no trouble, one household on the other side of the spot even ran us a cord to use electricity occasionally and gave us a old microwave and toaster, among a few other trinkets.

but it seems someone did not like us, and either took it upon themselves to remove all of our stuff, or got the cops to to it for them. but near everything we had was taken, not even thrown in any nearby trash for any hope of retrieval. luckily we all word world weary enough to put some extra care into hiding a few of our most important things but all of our basics are gone.

lost mostly, was clothing, anything we did not hide well enough or were currently carrying with us is gone. this means: all our pants, shirts, etc, and the basics like our underwear and socks are gone. that last, is of course to anyone who knows, a major loss. being able to change socks regularly is very important for us who live a lot of our time on our moving feet, even more-so when regular full bathing is not guaranteed. we also all lost a a lot of our hygienically items, i always carrying the oral care essentials, some soap, and deodorant so i at least have those but the others are not quite as lucky. i know where i can get a lot of what they lost for free fairly easily, if not the best quality, but some things like shaving needs and basic skincare items are not as easy to come by.

a few people in the neighborhood have talked about trying to get some items together for us, but, if anyone else can help out, i am going to pool anything i can gather over the next few days or the week, from donations or plasma if i can donate or hopefully the little odd job or two i have been discussing with some friends, together to help replace stuff for all of us.

if you can add anything in CASHAPP: $cryptiditpyrc VENMO : @cryptidcoin (i regained access but this is still not the ___________________________best option as i have to transfer it to a card ___________________________prone to monthly fees, forgotten ___________________________subscriptions being taken out, etc)

[nwodwols]

Dear city, stop scattering and disappearing unsheltered people and calling it a solution. We have resources for them and you’re making it really fucking hard to help

[saint-logan-makes-art]

“In The Streets”

Dry Point Etching

5x7 Inches

[bookcoversonly]

Title: Unsheltered | Author: Barbara Kingsolver | Publisher: Harper (2018)

[benschwartzcinematicuniverse]

It’s record-breaking heat in the southwest right now (probably more places than that, but it’s where I’m based and we’re going through it)

This is an 8oz bottle. On average, 8 of these a day is golden. That varies based on body type, climate, and activity level. But it’s a baseline. There are a lot of folks out there who don’t have access to dependable, clean water.

Can you keep ready to drink and froze water with you on your errands?

Here’s the peek at my water bottle that no one asked for

I run water distro in Old Town. If you want to contribute to our water and ice fund I have vnmo and cshapp (just trying not to drop my name on this blog lol) and if you’re more comfortable with an org, unshelteredphx on insta is always running water and supply distros

Stay hydrated and get organized.

[honysoytquimalpence]

❤️

[judiawoods]

Unsheltered Meaning

Unsheltered homelessness takes many forms in both urban, suburban, and rural settings. Unsheltered homelessness can be sleeping in vehicles, abandoned buildings, farms, and wilderness. HUD considers individuals and families sleeping in a place not designed for or ordinarily used as a regular sleeping accommodation (e.g., abandoned buildings, train stations, or camping grounds) as “unsheltered”…

[homes4thehomeless]

Rohnert Park Sweeps Encampments, Moves Unhoused to Transitional Shelters

The city of Rohnert Park is celebrating the successful transition of nearly three-quarters of the population of a homeless encampment into interim or permanent housing after the last resident of a safe sleeping program left and the site was officially closed, city officials said last week. Rohnert Park worked in conjunction with the Bay Area nonprofit HomeFirst, which assists unhoused…

[chronicallycouchbound]

There was several years of my life where I was on strict doctors orders to be on bedrest and I didn’t have a bed to be in because I was homeless.

Every night I’ve had a bed, ever since I was a young child, I have always said a silent “thank you” to it before I sleep.

I’ve also said that same thank you to overpasses and bridges, park benches, couches, floors, car seats, the half crumbled foundation of that building I could fit under, trees, snow, ice, green grass, tents, my jacket, my backpack, my friend’s lap, hospital beds, waiting rooms, empty church pews, abandoned buildings, behind stores, alleyways, half flooded basements, bus seats, bus shelters, steps of a homeless shelter, steps of a church.

I’ve slept in so many uncomfortable places and still was grateful. And at the same time, I knew I needed a better situation to get true rest.

When I became seriously ill in 2017, I couldn’t rest. Even when I got an apartment in 2019, I was still in an unsafe environment, still having ER visits every other week. It wasn’t until I got a bed and in home care that I stopped having nearly daily life threatening symptoms and could give my body a break.

I still have life threatening symptoms, I still have bad days, but now at least I can rest in between everything. And for that I am so grateful.

[redswrap]

Anger Management

I was awake last night stewing about a conversation I had with someone a year ago. It was, as I told a friend earlier in the day, one of the few times in my long life that someone tried to bully me. Of course, it was about homelessness. About how showing homeless people too much kindness just makes them want to stick with their homelessness, sleep outside on the ground, you know, because the…

[lyricadraconafyre]

#UnSheltered #HumanRights #CivilRights #Liberty #RightToPursueHappiness

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CxZP9d2J3xP/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==

[nwodwols]

IT IS

SO FUCKING HOT IN ARIZONA RN

IF YOU ARE BLESSED WITH A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD, A BIT OF CASH, AND GOOD HEALTH

FOR THE LOVE OF WHATEVER GETS YOU OUT THE DOOR

GO BUY SOME ICE AND SOME WATER FOR YOUR UNSHELTERED NEIGHBORS ASAP

Normally I do water distro and this year I’ve been mostly without a vehicle. I just paid almost 2k in repairs last week. As soon as I got my car up and running the pvc piping on my house fucking melted and it took us three days to find a way to fix it in this heat. It’s that bad

BUT I’M DROPPING WATER FINALLY THIS WEEK. DM me for my CashApp if you want to help

BLESS YOU ALL. STAY COOL FRIENDS

[rhetoricandlogic]

Unsheltered by Barbara Kingsolver review – a powerful lament for the American dream

A crumbling house is a solid foundation for this striking, time-shifting tale of a nation adrift

Unlike the incompetent architect of the house in her latest book, Unsheltered, American novelist Barbara Kingsolver has proved herself a supreme craftsperson over the past three decades. She possesses a knack for ingenious metaphors that encapsulate the social questions at the heart of her stories.

Her most famous novel, The Poisonwood Bible (1998), follows a Baptist missionary and his family into the wild Congolese jungle, as he realises the so-called savages are just as hard to tame as the terrain. The arrival of an unprecedented swarm of orange butterflies on an Appalachian mountainside serves as a fiery warning about climate change in Flight Behaviour (2012).In this, her eighth novel, a historic New Jersey home teeters on the verge of collapse and its structural instability speaks volumes about the strains within American society.

Kingsolver uses interwoven timelines to trace the lives of two families living in the house a century and a half apart. Freelance writer Willa Knox inherits the home in 2016, at a fortuitous moment: her academic husband, Iano, recently lost tenure, the couple care for his ailing father and their bohemian daughter, Tig, has returned from Cuba heartbroken by a love affair. Family life is thrown into further turmoil when son Zeke, reeling from his wife’s suicide, leaves his infant in their custody.

With the new house bursting at the seams, Willa is aghast when a contractor declares it an architectural “shambles” with a nonexistent foundation. Since even makeshift repairs are beyond their financial means, Willa hopes to win a preservation grant, if the house proves noteworthy within the history of Vineland, a utopian community back in the 19th century.

Her forays into the town archives unearth a previous owner, Thatcher Greenwood, whose story unspools in a parallel narrative. A science teacher at the community school, Greenwood moves into the house with his touchy younger bride in 1871. For the intellectual sin of propounding Darwinism in the classroom, he clashes with Vineland’s founder, Charles Landis, a land developer bent on building a self-sufficient Christian colony. Greenwood finds his support in among the community dwindling to the intriguing female biologist next door and their friendship undermines his increasingly shaky marriage.

The juxtaposition of these American eras is, course, pointed. Landis lures citizens still traumatised by the civil war to his colony with promises of an immaculately regulated Eden. But any notion of Vineland as a utopia has gone by Willa’s time: the town has become a stagnating backwater. On the national stage, the nativist rabble-rousing of GOP candidate Donald Trump fills Willa with incredulous horror.

Kingsolver adroitly sets off the echoes between these huckster demagogues: in Boston, Greenwood witnesses a “murderous crowd chanting ‘lock him up!’”, galvanised against the heretical Darwin, a chant familiar from Trump’s tub-thumping vilification of Hillary Clinton during his rallies.

She powerfully evokes the eeriness of living through times of social turmoil, but her true concerns are articulated by Greenwood’s neighbour, Mary Treat: “When men fear the loss of what they know, they will follow any tyrant who promises to restore the old order.” Yet the gullibility of ordinary people seems etched harshly when mirrored across both timelines. The church-going traditionalists who turn against Greenwood appear a nostril-flaring herd of conformists. Iano’s father is a Trump-cheering deplorable, deaf to all reason. They look ungainly beside Kingsolver’s otherwise striking and impressive presentation of family life.

Not only a bookclub author par excellence, Kingsolver is also the founder of the Pen/Bellwether Prize for Socially Engaged Fiction. Her progressive instincts compel her to follow Tig’s advice to her mother: “What you have to do is look for blue sky.” Part of a generation with scant belief in the moribund American dream, Tig prefers to live “unsheltered” by self-bettering materialist illusions. Love, community and making do are the only way to survive the crises of a failing healthcare system, shrinking middle-class incomes, far-right resurgence and runaway climate change.

Despite such pragmatism in grasping for solutions, Kingsolver renders contemporary America as a panorama of such bleakness that the prospect of a loved-up, free-cycling sanctuary doesn’t quite wash. As a work of socially engaged fiction, Unsheltered makes a decent case for escapism.