I Was Constructed For No One But Myself


I'm Monica. I live in Long beach California. I'm 25. My hobbies include being a (intersectional) feminist, wey gey, Video games, Anthropology, and Eating everything then feeling sad.
I'm just trying to pick up the pieces of my life she left behind.
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  • queendecuisine:

    truyorkbity:

    AvaLynn was attacked by another student on the school playground. We are fighting for answers and for greater supervision at school.

    My friend Lacey Harris’s 5 year old daughter was brutalized by another child on the playground at school this week, in Pascagoula, Mississippi. Her face is swollen and bruised beyond recognition, and the only thing the school can tell her is that they “are investigating”

    This sweet little 5 year old girl is terrified to return to school. She is in pain and she has been MAIMED. This needs IMMEDIATE media attention. The school and local news are ignoring the mother’s and loved ones’ cries for help. This family needs justice for what has been done to their poor little angel, and not just to be swept under the rug, as the school district is attempting to do. PLEASE shine some light on this situation and force school administration and news media to get some answers!

    The mother has started a GoFundMe page to request help for paying medical bills and legal fees, as it looks as though she’s going to have to pursue this route in order to get any justice at all for her little girl. Please, please, share this link on your page. Even if people are unable to donate, please just help us get the word out on what is going on with this poor family.

    This is really heartbroken for me and extremely hard to look at.

    This is the link to Ava’s donation page.
    Please donate and share and PRAY!
    God bless you all!

    http://www.gofundme.com/doid6w

    This is absolutely outraging. My heart hurts looking at this.

    (via wreckingpants)

    (I work the floor at an independently-owned menswear store. The owner, my boss, spends a lot of time at the shop, and tries to keep prices as low as possible to help our city’s large homeless population get good job interview clothes. A clearly homeless man is wandering around the store. The other patrons are giving him looks.)
    Customer: “Excuse me, sir?”
    Me: “Yes, ma’am?”
    Customer: “I think you may want to call security. That… bum over there, he keeps feeling the suits and muttering to himself. I’m just sure he’s planning to steal one.”
    Me: “Well, ma’am, I think that’s quite unlikely.”
    Customer: “Oh, come on, you know how they are! I mean, I’d keep an eye on him even if he wasn’t homeless!”
    (The homeless man in question happens to be Hispanic.)
    Me: “We don’t discriminate here, ma’am.”
    Customer: “Well, I’m sure the owner would want to hear about this!”
    (I give in and call him over. The customer explains her concerns. As a black man, my boss isn’t happy with her racism, but agrees to talk to the homeless man.)
    Owner: “Excuse me, sir, are you finding what you need?”
    Homeless Man: “Well, not really. I’m hoping for something versatile in a dark or navy wool, but most of the options in my size are cut American style instead of European, which fits me a little better. Not to mention they’re all pinstriped, which I really don’t have the build for, you know?”
    Owner: “I… yes, I understand. I think we may have some options over here, if you’ll follow me. How did you know all that?”
    Homeless Man: “Back before I lost my job, I used to be really into this stuff. I’m not looking for anything fancy, just something I can use to look good for a job interview later today.”
    (My boss helps him find something he likes, and comes to the counter with him. The suit is priced at $87.)
    Homeless Man: *digging in his pockets* “Hang on, I think I’ve got enough.”
    Owner: *to me* “Take my card. I’m buying it for him.” *to the homeless man* “Here. The suit’s yours, on one condition. After your interview today, you come back and apply for a job here too. Got it?”
    Homeless Man: “I… oh my God, thank you. Thank you so much.”
    (Two years later, that formerly-homeless man is my manager, and has a little girl with his new wife—the owner’s sister.)
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