I've started a private self help support chat room at LGTBQwellness:matrix.org. If anyone feels the need to share in a more intimate setting than the entire fediverse the issues in our lives that sometimes make it hard to bear, please come join the room. Your privacy is respected and protected here to the best of our ability.
A very strange thing just happened to me. I picked up my acoustic guitar for the first time in weeks (or months - I really can't remember - it was before being diagnosed with PTSD). I played What's Going On, by 4 non Blondes. Halfway through the second verse I started crying. I barely finished the song.
I pray, oh my god, do I pray. I pray for a thing called change - for revolution!
It kinda got hung up in my throat.
Having money to pay someone for help is one thing. Finding someone who wants that money or cares to help is another thing entirely. I grew up in the house I live in. When I was young neighbors helped neighbors and rarely would take money for it. They understood "the shoe on the other foot" concept. I'm 60 years old now. Today, everyone around for miles are dyed in the wool Trumpladites. I'm an anarchist-communist through and through, though I don't make that public. But I don't hide my contempt for the republican party. And I can't find anyone anywhere that will even consider helping me... even for $20 an hour. These people have turned into self-absorbed pieces of shit. I'm getting tired of even trying.
Watch gay Minot, Dakota council woman take a bigot down in under 2 minutes! Props!
Just looking for a safe space to be me. It's a rare commodity. I am libcom in a sea of intolerant conservatives.
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