Hi tumbles! It’s my girlfriend Michelle’s birthday on March 4th and she really REALLY needs some women’s shoes- she has one pair of men’s sneakers and feels super dysphoric and gross about it because she can’t put together a cute outfit with sucky shoes like that, and it breaks my heart.
We’re both unemployed from being trans and having matching anxiety disorders, living with family, and have no savings, so I don’t have any money. Like, none. Well, I have $3 but that’s not gonna get momma a new pair of shoes.
HOW YOU CAN HELP:
- donate to me so that we can get her some shoes
- send me your gently used women’s shoes size 14
- send resources to inexpensive places to buy larger sized women’s shoes, or clothing donation programs for trans women
- reblog this so other people can see it!
Ideally I’d love to surprise her with a bunch of shoes. Because no one wants just one pair of shoes y’all.
Please please please, this would make her so happy. If you’re looking for a way to actively be a good trans ally, this is it. Thanks everyone!
PS- We also need cute socks in a size large enough to be comfortable.
IF TUMBLR CAN HELP SOMEONE GET A FLUFFY CHICKEN, WE CAN GET MICHELLE SOME SHOES!
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» Native History
Analyzing Native history from a Native perspective.I’m currently working on my first post for the Native History blog I created.
I should have the post up soon!
I’m excited.
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UPDATE: The struggle continues! Eva was preparing to re-enroll and in that process found out that she owes the school $2,600 after having lost her scholarship. Please donate if you haven’t gotten a chance to do so. there is 50 hours left!
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[photo: image of Eva Panjwani, a working-class Muslimah Queer South Asian immigrant resting against a dresser and smiling at the camera. text reads, “please help me pursue my dream of finishing college.]
Help Eva Learn and check out her fundraiser here! the goal is $1,700.
Short Story Long
My name is Eva Panjwani and today, I am asking you to make an investment in my future. Let me tell you a little about myself, paint a picture so to speak. I am 25 years old, and I live in Carrboro, North Carolina. I was born in Karachi, Pakistan; I split my childhoold between tiny Beach Park, Illinois and the industrious city of Winston-Salem, North Carolina.
I am not so different from you. When I discover a song I like, I tend to listen to it on repeat for a while, until I find the next one. I was super into the Harry Potter series when I was younger, and dressed up for all the movie premieres. After ordering things from the menu at a restaurant, I inevitably get food envy when my friends’ choices arrive.
Growing up, I was always considered a smart kid. I was in the Academically Gifted program from 4th grade onwards, even though I came into US public schools with English as a Second Language. In high school, I exhausted all of my school’s options in advanced mathematics classes, and ended up applying and being accepted into the North Carolina School of Science and Mathematics.
Struggles with bullying and low self-esteem were a prominent part of my childhood and adolescence, and getting away from all the years of harassment was the biggest reason I applied to NCSSM. In high school, I was in a period of self-discovery like everyone else, and after hints of me being somehow “different” since I was 4 years old, I finally came out. To myself. Raised Muslim, I knew this was a Big Deal.
I got a good SAT score and ended up being admitted to the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill with the prestigious Johnston Scholarship - a merit and need-based full ride. That was all back in 2006. Something else big happened to me in 2006: my father unexpectedly passed away.
Ever since then I have struggled with reoccuring issues related to:
supporting myself financially
mental health imbalances
figuring out who and where my community was.
I lasted a little over two years at UNC, relying on part-time jobs and the small amount of leftover scholarship money to feed myself and buy books, before all my problems caught up to me. I needed desperately to take time off from school to set straight my emotional world, and in doing so I lost my scholarship. I’m a working-class Muslimah Queer South Asian immigrant that has struggled immensely with my emotional and mental well-being. It’s not too easy finding out who to turn to, where to go. And my depression turned into anxiety too, panic attacks happening at an increasing rate, and thoughts of suicide haunted me. I was at rock bottom.
Since then, I have been able to turn my life around and seek support - via mental health professionals and through building a community for myself. I took responsibility for my well being and did what I needed to do to re-center my emotional world. I took night classes in culinary arts at Durham Technical Community College, and have been working in foodservice. I keep a semi-regular blog that chronicles what is has meant for me to learn self-care and self-love, in hopes of spreading to others. I have worked enough to have a small savings account to help me through financial ups and downs. I have a cat! I am an activist, and have tried to stay a part of the conversation on education reform, and the fight for Worker and Student Power here in NC. I help run a national radical youth blog.
In many, many ways I am emotionally and mentally different from the at-risk, distracted, and lonely young woman I was when I lost my scholarship. I know I am more pragmatic, I am more self-aware, I am quieter and I am resourceful. I want a second chance at finishing my degree, and I finally believe I am ready and able to pursue it
What I Need & What You Get
I am applying for nontraditional readmission to the University. In order for me to apply for nontraditional readmission, I have to show evidence of recent successful coursework via Carolina Courses Online - i.e. online classes through the Friday Center. The idea is to have a better understanding of my current academic promise. In order to do that, I need:
$1,182 towards tuition for 6 credit hours (2 classes).
$84.24 towards the accompanying fees for 6 credit hours (2 classes).
$250 towards textbooks - this is an estimate.
And the rest is towards the IndieGoGo fee(s).
Help Eva Learn and check out her fundraiser here! the goal is $1,700.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/09ab6716d2440dbf9540746c29846d8c/tumblr_mjyg1vZPdn1qb18gbo1_500.png "tranqualizer:
UPDATE: The struggle continues! Eva was preparing to re-enroll and in that process found out that she owes the school $2,600 after having lost her scholarship. Please donate if you haven’t gotten a chance to do so. there is 50 hours left!
tranqualizer:
[photo: image of Eva Panjwani, a working-class Muslimah Queer South Asian immigrant resting against a dresser and smiling at the camera. text reads, “please help me pursue my dream of finishing college.]
Help Eva Learn and check out her fundraiser here! the goal is $1,700.
Short Story Long
My name is Eva Panjwani and today, I am asking you to make an investment in my future. Let me tell you a little about myself, paint a picture so to speak. I am 25 years old, and I live in Carrboro, North Carolina. I was born in Karachi, Pakistan; I split my childhoold between tiny Beach Park, Illinois and the industrious city of Winston-Salem, North Carolina.
I am not so different from you. When I discover a song I like, I tend to listen to it on repeat for a while, until I find the next one. I was super into the Harry Potter series when I was younger, and dressed up for all the movie premieres. After ordering things from the menu at a restaurant, I inevitably get food envy when my friends’ choices arrive.
Growing up, I was always considered a smart kid. I was in the Academically Gifted program from 4th grade onwards, even though I came into US public schools with English as a Second Language. In high school, I exhausted all of my school’s options in advanced mathematics classes, and ended up applying and being accepted into the North Carolina School of Science and Mathematics.
Struggles with bullying and low self-esteem were a prominent part of my childhood and adolescence, and getting away from all the years of harassment was the biggest reason I applied to NCSSM. In high school, I was in a period of self-discovery like everyone else, and after hints of me being somehow “different” since I was 4 years old, I finally came out. To myself. Raised Muslim, I knew this was a Big Deal.
I got a good SAT score and ended up being admitted to the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill with the prestigious Johnston Scholarship - a merit and need-based full ride. That was all back in 2006. Something else big happened to me in 2006: my father unexpectedly passed away.
Ever since then I have struggled with reoccuring issues related to:
supporting myself financially
mental health imbalances
figuring out who and where my community was.
I lasted a little over two years at UNC, relying on part-time jobs and the small amount of leftover scholarship money to feed myself and buy books, before all my problems caught up to me. I needed desperately to take time off from school to set straight my emotional world, and in doing so I lost my scholarship. I’m a working-class Muslimah Queer South Asian immigrant that has struggled immensely with my emotional and mental well-being. It’s not too easy finding out who to turn to, where to go. And my depression turned into anxiety too, panic attacks happening at an increasing rate, and thoughts of suicide haunted me. I was at rock bottom.
Since then, I have been able to turn my life around and seek support - via mental health professionals and through building a community for myself. I took responsibility for my well being and did what I needed to do to re-center my emotional world. I took night classes in culinary arts at Durham Technical Community College, and have been working in foodservice. I keep a semi-regular blog that chronicles what is has meant for me to learn self-care and self-love, in hopes of spreading to others. I have worked enough to have a small savings account to help me through financial ups and downs. I have a cat! I am an activist, and have tried to stay a part of the conversation on education reform, and the fight for Worker and Student Power here in NC. I help run a national radical youth blog.
In many, many ways I am emotionally and mentally different from the at-risk, distracted, and lonely young woman I was when I lost my scholarship. I know I am more pragmatic, I am more self-aware, I am quieter and I am resourceful. I want a second chance at finishing my degree, and I finally believe I am ready and able to pursue it
What I Need & What You Get
I am applying for nontraditional readmission to the University. In order for me to apply for nontraditional readmission, I have to show evidence of recent successful coursework via Carolina Courses Online - i.e. online classes through the Friday Center. The idea is to have a better understanding of my current academic promise. In order to do that, I need:
$1,182 towards tuition for 6 credit hours (2 classes).
$84.24 towards the accompanying fees for 6 credit hours (2 classes).
$250 towards textbooks - this is an estimate.
And the rest is towards the IndieGoGo fee(s).
Help Eva Learn and check out her fundraiser here! the goal is $1,700.")
UPDATE: The struggle continues! Eva was preparing to re-enroll and in that process found out that she owes the school $2,600 after having lost her scholarship. Please donate if you haven’t gotten a chance to do so. there is 50 hours left!
[photo: image of Eva Panjwani, a working-class Muslimah Queer South Asian immigrant resting against a dresser and smiling at the camera. text reads, “please help me pursue my dream of finishing college.]
Help Eva Learn and check out her fundraiser here! the goal is $1,700.Short Story Long
My name is Eva Panjwani and today, I am asking you to make an investment in my future. Let me tell you a little about myself, paint a picture so to speak. I am 25 years old, and I live in Carrboro, North Carolina. I was born in Karachi, Pakistan; I split my childhoold between tiny Beach Park, Illinois and the industrious city of Winston-Salem, North Carolina.
I am not so different from you. When I discover a song I like, I tend to listen to it on repeat for a while, until I find the next one. I was super into the Harry Potter series when I was younger, and dressed up for all the movie premieres. After ordering things from the menu at a restaurant, I inevitably get food envy when my friends’ choices arrive.
Growing up, I was always considered a smart kid. I was in the Academically Gifted program from 4th grade onwards, even though I came into US public schools with English as a Second Language. In high school, I exhausted all of my school’s options in advanced mathematics classes, and ended up applying and being accepted into the North Carolina School of Science and Mathematics.
Struggles with bullying and low self-esteem were a prominent part of my childhood and adolescence, and getting away from all the years of harassment was the biggest reason I applied to NCSSM. In high school, I was in a period of self-discovery like everyone else, and after hints of me being somehow “different” since I was 4 years old, I finally came out. To myself. Raised Muslim, I knew this was a Big Deal.
I got a good SAT score and ended up being admitted to the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill with the prestigious Johnston Scholarship - a merit and need-based full ride. That was all back in 2006. Something else big happened to me in 2006: my father unexpectedly passed away.
Ever since then I have struggled with reoccuring issues related to:
- supporting myself financially
- mental health imbalances
- figuring out who and where my community was.
I lasted a little over two years at UNC, relying on part-time jobs and the small amount of leftover scholarship money to feed myself and buy books, before all my problems caught up to me. I needed desperately to take time off from school to set straight my emotional world, and in doing so I lost my scholarship. I’m a working-class Muslimah Queer South Asian immigrant that has struggled immensely with my emotional and mental well-being. It’s not too easy finding out who to turn to, where to go. And my depression turned into anxiety too, panic attacks happening at an increasing rate, and thoughts of suicide haunted me. I was at rock bottom.
Since then, I have been able to turn my life around and seek support - via mental health professionals and through building a community for myself. I took responsibility for my well being and did what I needed to do to re-center my emotional world. I took night classes in culinary arts at Durham Technical Community College, and have been working in foodservice. I keep a semi-regular blog that chronicles what is has meant for me to learn self-care and self-love, in hopes of spreading to others. I have worked enough to have a small savings account to help me through financial ups and downs. I have a cat! I am an activist, and have tried to stay a part of the conversation on education reform, and the fight for Worker and Student Power here in NC. I help run a national radical youth blog.
In many, many ways I am emotionally and mentally different from the at-risk, distracted, and lonely young woman I was when I lost my scholarship. I know I am more pragmatic, I am more self-aware, I am quieter and I am resourceful. I want a second chance at finishing my degree, and I finally believe I am ready and able to pursue it
What I Need & What You Get
I am applying for nontraditional readmission to the University. In order for me to apply for nontraditional readmission, I have to show evidence of recent successful coursework via Carolina Courses Online - i.e. online classes through the Friday Center. The idea is to have a better understanding of my current academic promise. In order to do that, I need:
- $1,182 towards tuition for 6 credit hours (2 classes).
- $84.24 towards the accompanying fees for 6 credit hours (2 classes).
- $250 towards textbooks - this is an estimate.
- And the rest is towards the IndieGoGo fee(s).
Help Eva Learn and check out her fundraiser here! the goal is $1,700.
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» Birth Control Recall - Canada
being-lola-star submitted:
Not sure how many Canadian followers you have but I thought you might be able to help get the word out. There’s an urgent recall on Alysena-28 birth control pills which may have too many placebo pills, which could result in unplanned pregnancies.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST
Signal Boost, this is the birth control that I’m on. Luckily, my batch wasn’t the ones that are bring recalled.
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Mr. Teeks is an orange 7-year old domestic tabby. I’ve had him since he was 8 weeks old. His favourite things are sleeping on your face, playing fetch with rubber balls, and purring ecstatically. He often acts as a cat-parrot and sits on your shoulder while you watch television.
Mr. Teeks is suffering from something known as Horner’s Syndrome. It is partial facial paralysis caused by compression of a nerve in the brain. In cats, there is almost always an underlying cause. Mr. Teeks has a chronic sneeze. His sinuses have become infected, and this could be a cause. He is on a 4-week run of antibiotics, but needs more diagnostic tests.
I’ve recently had to quit my job and to get into school, and am not getting student loans. I have $23 in my bank account and a maxed-out credit card. I have no way of helping my cat.
I am not ready to sit back and watch my cat slowly die. Any help would be appreciated! Even a donation of $1 will be able to help Mr. Teeks!
Hi, everyone. For those of you who’ve been with me since the beginning, you know I’ve never asked for anything. My dear friend has a lovely feline who is in dire need of life-saving surgery, but as you’ve read, she doesn’t have the funds to get him through.
I’ve donated what I’ve can. Her family’s put together whatever they could. But this fundraiser is only 61% funded and she has 3 days to go.
If you can spare even $1, that would be amazing. If you can’t spare anything, even a reblog would be wonderful.
I don’t know if this will work.
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» Tumblr, I'm begging you.
Remember that petition about organ transplants being denied for autistic people that was going around about 2 weeks ago?
During those two weeks, it’s gotten maybe 2,000 signatures.
In the next 4 days (by Friday, December 14th) it needs 16,457 more.Or it doesn’t pass.
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Help us build a Queer Woman of Colour channel on BuskFilms.com!
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» Click to give
Don’t forget to click here today! Just one click automatically donates .6 bowls of food through the animal rescue site.
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» Attention Tumblr NDNs
I need your help to promote my fraternity. Can you please follow and share with your friends? For me? Please? We are the only fraternity in the southwest for the benefit of Native American communities. We are still very young but we are trying to reach out to the Native American community on the internet.
