Ties that bind

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I will be moving soon.

I am excited and scared.

I have wantes this move for months. Actually I think it was six months ago I started putting the wheels in motion for this.

At first I put in for a internal transfer with the company I rent through. Confusion here they did offer me a place that wasn’t suitable, but before they offered me another place they realised I wasn’t on the priority list for public housing.

As a result I had to apply for that list. Many forms and letters from Dr’s. The company I rent through decided to “help” by giving me a termination of lease notice. This was reversed once I got on the list.

So, that leads to now.

I am definately moving and moving soon.

I am excited, I am looking forward to it.

But I am also scared. Another part of my life is coming to a end and I have to deal with it.

Storage units.

I have stuff in storage. I want the things that are in there. There is furniture that I am excited to have again, other personal items that I want to see out of boxes.

But the frightening part is I don’t know how I will react to it all.

The last time I really saw this stuff was two years ago. I was sick. It was as my mental health was going to pot. It was less than a week before I went into hospital.

I packed it while highly emoitional. I was dealing with becoming homeless. The end of my relationship with my ex. Still recovering from Fake Dom.

I have no idea what I did and didn’t pack. I have a feeling I left some good stuff behind. My good winter coat to start with.

This is the end of that part of me.

I won’t have anymore exuses.

I will be free. Properly.

Nothing to hold me back.

And that scares me

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The Saturday Six: Amazing Beds

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 Doesn’t matter how rich or how poor you are…

The bed is the one piece of furniture that makes your house a home…

It’s the one thing you look forward too at the end of a long day…

It’s the one thing you don’t want to get out of on a cold day…

It makes breakfast taste exotic…

It makes being sick bearable…

It makes sex easier…

It can be decorated and changed to suit moods and tastes…

There is nothing like your bed…

Other people’s beds can be strangely appealing and exciting…

Or…

Scary and uncomfortable…

Beds…

Even animals need them…

Except Jellyfish…

Jellyfish don’t need beds…

They don’t sleep…

Anyway…

Happy Saturday!

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Leelah Was Murdered

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by Elise Hendrick

When a child dies of a treatable condition because her parents insisted on praying the diseases rather than seeking treatment, would we say that she died of natural causes?

Leelah, the Ohio transgender teen whose suicide note, an outright indictment of the society in which she lived and the parents who were inflicted upon her, was published online earlier this week, asked that her death be included in the trans suicide statistics. Because of the circumstances that led Leelah to end her own life, I think that her death, and many other transgender fatalities that are classified as suicides, belong in another column of the statistics altogether.

Leelah put herself in the path of oncoming traffic in order to bring an end to her life. If we focus on this event, ‘suicide’ does indeed seem an apt characterisation. However, to focus only on the moment of her…

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