I’m asking for donations from people who like what I do online so I can increase my quality of life, not begging like I don’t have a cent to my name.
I keep my donation money separate from my moving money and my bills money and my “okay you can have one (1) fun experience this month” money (which more often than not ends up getting funneled into another person’s emergency fund, anyhow), and even if I didn’t, dying your hair at home costs $20; top surgery costs $8,000. I have two jobs and also do side work, and I am entitled to a life and existence that extends beyond slowly chipping my way out of the worst year of my life and being a good little martyr figure for the romanticized notion perpetual trans suffering.
But yeah, scammer of the century over here. Ya’ caught me.
The Doctor: Alrighty, Roswell, that’ll be $8,020.
Me: But I only have $8,000 exactly!
Doctor: Should’ve thought of that before you dyed your hair that one time last year. *staples my tits back on*
