[there is a tl;dr at the end of this post, and I thank those who read it to the end, but the tl;dr will be in bold and big at the end so you know what to read. thank you also to those who read the whole story - it means a lot. but also I understand if you don’t have the time.]
my name is Sam. for most of my last decade, I went by Phoenix, which you might know me as from back in these days -
these days were crazy days. during these days I was homeless. I was kidnapped. I was beaten. I was raped. I was abused. I survived. I never had a place to call home. I traveled from state to state, hoping the same problems wouldn’t be in the next town, the next state line, but they always were.
now, you know me as Sam, and generally you see me like this -
I am still just as trans, just as queer, and just as radical as before, but a lot of things have changed. for one thing, I’m a mother. that little Baby Bear right there is my best friend. she’s the light of my world. more than that, she’s the savior of my life. because of her, I’ve stopped the drugs.
because of her, I’ve found the desire for an actual fucking future. because of her, I learned to love myself enough to be with a man who truly loves me, appreciates me, and treats me exactly the wall my ex-abusers all claimed I didn’t deserve.
this man is named Wes. he’s a felon. he’s also incredible with my daughter. he’s loving, and he’s kind. he has given up so much for me because he truly deserves that my daughter and I deserve to be loved, and to live a stable life, and that I deserve a chance to recover from everything up until now.
Wes is also disabled. he has a broken back. he walks with a cane and I truly believe that if we cannot get him further help soon, we will have to put him in a wheelchair.
as someone with both felonies (which, as a kid, he was tried as an adult and has been charged with ZERO crimes in the 13 years since he has been out of prison) AND disability, Wes struggles to find work, and we have concluded that it is nearly impossible for him to. we are applying for disability, and I know that will take a long, long time before that can be factored in to our very small budget. he has no insurance, and trying to get help that will actually HEAL him is extremely difficult since the only options for healthcare in his case are emergency rooms.
we are in desperate need of help. I am a server at a restaurant with a one year old daughter and my partner is a disabled felon who would struggle to find work even if his back were not broken. we desperately want to find him medical assistance, and we are so incredibly in need of help with bills, but my primary goal is to get the love of my life and the incredible caretaker and secondary parent of my child to one day be able to walk without excruciating pain.
TL;DR me, my daughter who saved my life, and the man who has healed me from two decades of trauma are in desperate need of financial assistance, particularly to get my partner the medical help he needs before he cannot walk at all.
I am willing to do whatever I can to pay back those of you that can donate. my partner and I will likely be making our own amateur porn soon. I am a fantastic writer and editor. I am extremely in tune with tarot cards and can do a huge variety of styles of readings for different questions. if you have anything else I can do for you, please send me a message and let me know.
PayPal is: gilted.lavendel@gmail.com SquareCash is: $eattherichh Venmo is: neoliberalismkills
to those who are unable to kick in financially, that’s absolutely fine! if you have any advice about the disability application process, that’s helpful in its own right. just your well-wishing energy helps us out. I am determined to help my daughter, and my partner, both of whom have made my life worth living. thank you to all. I appreciate you all beyond measure.
this is likely the most important post I’ve made for myself in modern times. please boost it whenever you see it. thank you, loves. you are each and every one of you an angel.
