Morning, fuckers.
Situation down here in my little Argentinian Transtravalandia still hard. Backbreaking work last night for a fundraiser to keep open our trans/queer friendly single-room high school; outdoors soup kitchen tomorrow afternoon; at both events we have our folks asking desperately for help with some urgent need or another.
Like me right now: I couldn't pay my power bills so I'm in the dark, can't cook unless I build a fire (and I'm lucky to live in a place where I can!) and mooching off electricity for my phone and computer wherever I can.
And my case is the mildest of the mild. We have people in jail or homeless or desperately sick. I have freedom, a house, my arms and legs, still most of my brain... you get the picture.
Our #TransMutualAid group, the Ollita Travesti, is always glad to receive donations. Every little bit helps. PayPal USD or EUR us at [email protected], or send us ARS via MercadoPago at ollitatravesti; thanks in advance: you're our lifeline.
Boosts are welcome too!
And ask me anything. All the ways to reach me short of snail mail or drone strike coordinates here. Allow for a few hours to more than a day for a reply, life sometimes gets... complex.





