#alphebetmafia

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Originally posted on June 13, 2024 (original blog)

Hey y'all what do you think of my Affluent Maj'Dul Residence that I have turned into "The Mad Scientist's Mansion" ? it isn't quite done yet, but I would love your opinion! For the Market seen from the balcony, I created a break out, and put objects and house actors in the market, saying different things, and I have a magic mouth that says "you hear the Maj'Dul Marketplace, check your chat windows to hear what they say!"

Haha I am on the Halls Of Fate Server :D

**Edit** for those that are unfamiliar with EverQuest2

Cabinets and fridges and dishwashers don't exist in EQ2. I used numerous building blocks to create these items 🥰 and same with the balcony, I put up the windows, the balcony is open normally.

**second edit** I added the TV I built out of 3 black stair pieces, a half block of riveted plate, 4 blocks of hammered copper, 4 tinkerer's mugs, a carbonite power node, a railing of blue marble, and an ancient rivervale scroll! hehehe

[thetransgendert-rex]

The Weight of Survival

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Written by William Saville December 30th, 2024. Loosely based on a dream I had.

You can read more of my short stories at

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ebo65ZEEwTuQ-dgeSQB02qvztB7G2GeyiL3rBskLVn0/edit?usp=drivesdk

Wesley adjusted his wheelchair in front of the TV, the urgent broadcast blaring across the room. Agate stood nearby, wringing their hands, anxiety evident in their stance. On the screen, the somber face of an international official filled the frame.

“To ensure humanity’s survival,” the announcer declared, “the elite, those responsible for the depletion of Earth’s resources, have been flagged. Their DNA is banned from boarding evacuation ships. This decision ensures resources are shared fairly, and the mistakes of the past do not follow us into the stars.”

Wesley felt a strange sense of justice stir within him. For years, the wealthy had hoarded resources, leaving others to suffer. Now, the tables were turning. The neglected and forgotten (the disabled and the veterans) were being prioritized to ensure they wouldn’t be left behind. They were given “green” status. Wesley glanced at Agate, who nodded silently. In the background, their cats Calypso and Hollie watched the chaos on the streets below from the windowsill. Oswald, Wesley’s service cat, sat calmly in his lap, the little angel wings on his harness stark against the turmoil outside.

“We should go,” Agate said, voice trembling. “They’ll be opening the gates soon.”

Wesley patted Oswald’s head, grounding himself with the cat’s steady purring. “Alright,” he replied. “Let’s get packed.”

The streets outside were chaotic. People ran with bags, crates, and even animals in tow. Sirens wailed in the distance. Wesley and Agate maneuvered carefully, Wesley’s wheelchair loaded with carriers for Calypso and Hollie. Oswald remained on Wesley’s lap, ever watchful for signs of seizures or narcolepsy. As they approached the shipyard, the sounds of goats and pigs echoed from a nearby loading area. Farmers, priority evacuees, ushered their animals into designated sections.

At the gates, tension was thick. A man in an expensive suit argued with security, waving a gold wristwatch as a bribe. “I can pay anything you want,” he pleaded. The guard remained impassive. “Your DNA is flagged. Step aside.” The man’s desperate shouts faded as he was escorted away, a reminder of the new order.

Wesley and Agate presented their identification. Wesley drove through the scanner with Oswald. The scanner blinked green, and the guard smiled. “Welcome aboard.” Next was Agate, whose purple ID (reserved for caregivers) was accepted. Inside, the ship was a marvel of engineering. Their cabin was near the exits, as all disabled cabins were placed closest to the community areas for convenience. It was small, but bigger than the apartment they’d once shared. The cabin boasted state-of-the-art accessibility features: lowered counters, a fully stocked kitchenette that Wesley could use by driving up under the counter, grab bars, and an emergency intercom system. A screen on the wall offered meal delivery options for those unable to make it to the mess hall or cook due to pain.

“They thought of everything,” Agate said, their voice soft with relief. Wesley nodded, adjusting Oswald’s harness. The cat, ever vigilant, rubbed his head against Wesley’s hand before resuming his watchful stance. “This might actually work,” Wesley said, hope flickering in his voice.

The community areas buzzed with life. Families, scientists, and farmers mingled, each group bringing their own energy. Wesley wheeled through the crowd, Oswald drawing smiles and waves. “Look at his little wings!” a child exclaimed. People young and old flocked to Oswald to pet him and adore him, but ever the vigilant kitty, he remained in work mode, checking on Wesley but enjoying the attention, as he usually did when accompanying Wesley to medical appointments and errands.

Agate, however, grew visibly tense. The noise and movement were overwhelming. “I need to step away,” they whispered, giving Wesley a quick kiss before retreating to their quarters. Wesley understood. He stayed, letting Oswald’s calm presence anchor him. Though overstimulated by the noise and chaos, he felt grounded with Oswald on his lap, as the eyes in the room never seemed to focus on him in his wheelchair, only on Oswald.

One woman, a retired doctor, shared stories of her work in war zones with Doctors Without Borders. A farmer described plans for the onboard greenhouses, where pigs and goats would be raised alongside crops to provide rich fertilizer. A young boy with disheveled black hair proudly displayed his family’s heirloom seeds. Students of law, medicine, programming, and more found common ground, collaborating to create programs for their new society. A history professor and a language professor worked with an older programmer to build archives of Earth’s language, history, and culture. A lone violinist played, joined by other musicians, while a veteran with a prosthetic leg tapped his foot to the rhythm, his prosthesis resting on his lap for a break. An eccentric barber sporting a rainbow flag as a belt gave a much-needed haircut to a laughing teenager with a lip ring. Each story added a layer to the patchwork of humanity aboard the ship.

Back in their cabin, Wesley and Agate unpacked. Calypso and Hollie cautiously explored, sniffing every corner, joined by Oswald once his harness was off, signifying he was “off duty” and could be a regular cat. Wesley’s gaze lingered on the screen. “We should sign up for meal deliveries,” he suggested. “Just in case.”

Agate nodded, their shoulders relaxing. “Good idea.”

As the ship prepared for launch, another announcement echoed over the intercom: “We leave behind a world ravaged by greed. Together, we will build a future rooted in equity and compassion. Thank you for being part of this journey.”

Wesley reached for Agate’s hand. “We made it,” he said. Agate squeezed his hand tightly. “We did.”

The launch was a surreal experience. The vibration of the engines, the weightlessness as they broke free from Earth’s gravity, it was both exhilarating and sobering. Through the small cabin window, Wesley watched the planet shrink into the distance. “Goodbye, Earth,” he whispered. “Let’s do better this time.”

Over the following days, life aboard the ship settled into a routine. Wesley and Agate balanced time in the community areas with quiet moments in their cabin. Oswald continued to bring joy to everyone, his winged harness becoming a symbol of hope. People wondered if he liked being a service animal, and Wesley would tell them how Oswald would scream at the door and refuse to take care of his own needs when Wesley was out of the house for hours or days, depending on the medical need. By bringing Oswald with him, he was taking care of Oswald too, because the cat would only take care of himself if he knew Wesley was okay. He’d trained himself to alert for seizures and narcolepsy, making Wesley a very lucky guy. The conversations often shifted to miracle cats, with people discussing their own past feline companions and how cats were underappreciated in favor of dogs and miniature horses as service animals, despite their immense worth. Children would often stop by their cabin just to see Oswald, his face appearing on the outer door screen for the “doorbell” and sniffing the cabin camera while Agate held him up to greet them. The kids would run away laughing, their joy filling the sterile hallways.

One evening, Wesley and Agate sat together, watching a live broadcast from Earth. It showed the chaos left behind: the elites scrambling, their power meaningless.

“Justice,” Agate murmured.

Wesley nodded, but his heart ached for those who hadn’t made it. The weight of survival was heavy, but so was the promise of a fresh start.

“We have a chance to do this right,” Wesley said. Agate leaned their head on his shoulder. “Let’s make it count.”

[thetransgendert-rex]

I have an urge to make @jaspey0-0faye a day planner with an aluminum foil cover so every day they can foil their own plans 🤣😂 🥁

(I already told the joke to Jasper and they laughed and groaned at the same time roflmao)

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My latest Sims 3 creation!

https://www.patreon.com/posts/118896203?utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=android_share

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I made a second version of my song "Rise & Resist" at the suggestion of my metalhead friend, with a slightly different arrangement

https://www.tumblr.com/thetransgendert-rex/770492335406694400/i-wrote-a-song-a-couple-of-days-ago-that-i-wanted?source=share

VERSE 1:

The world is on fire, & we're told to obey,

Keep our heads down, let them have their way.

But we see through the lies, the greed, the disguise,

Their power built on the backs of our cries.

They feast on the labor of the weary & weak,

Build their empires while silencing the meek.

But no more whispers, no quiet despair,

We’ll shout to the skies, we’ll make them aware.

[ELECTRIC VIOLIN RIFFS - 6 BARS]

Pre-Chorus:

The chains they gave us won’t hold for long,

Too many of us are dying,

& they don't care that it’s wrong!

We're no longer afraid of their smoke & mirrors,

The voices of the people grow louder, clearer.

CHORUS:

They tell us to cease & desist,

When we should rise & resist.

The state is our enemy,

The government is not our friend.

The elite line pockets,

Buy politicians,

But we should learn from the French!

Let a guillotine be their end!

Rise up, rise up!

Resist, don’t desist!

Rise up, rise up!

Against the enemy in our midst.

They line their pockets,

While we line caskets!

VERSE 2:

We’ve starved!

While they eat tiny expensive meals, on golden plates,

They preach patience, but we can’t afford to wait.

The air’s growing heavy with anger & rage,

Rebellion’s a fire, & we’ve lit the stage.

They build their walls & hire their guards,

While our families are left battle-scarred.

But no fortress is safe from the flood of the poor,

We’ll knock down their gates, we’ll settle the score.

CHORUS:

They tell us to cease & desist,

When we should rise & resist.

The state is our enemy,

The government is not our friend.

The elite line pockets,

Buy politicians,

But we should learn from the French!

Let a guillotine be their end!

Rise up, rise up!

Resist, don’t desist!

Rise up, rise up!

Against the enemy in our midst.

They line their pockets,

While we line caskets!

BRIDGE:

For every worker silenced, another will rise,

For every stolen dollar, a flame ignites.

We’ll rewrite the story, tear out the page,

Topple the tyrants, dismantle their stage.

The revolution’s heartbeat is louder than fear,

The sound of justice is finally near.

We’ll take back our power, reclaim the land,

With courage in our hearts, & fire in our hands.

OUTRO:

We're no longer afraid of their smoke & mirrors,

Too many of us are dying,

SO WE THE PEOPLE grow louder, clearer!

They tell us to cease and desist,

When we should rise and resist.

The state is our enemy,

The government is not our friend!

They line their pockets,

While we line caskets (caskets, caskets)!

But we should learn from the French!

Let a guillotine be their end!

The dawn of the people is breaking today.

Stand strong, resist!

Rise up!

Our power is the enemy they cannot dismiss.

Light a match, we're the fuse,

We'll make a stand they can't refuse.

Step down or run away!

Or else you get the guillotine today!

Rise up, rise up! (6x)

[thetransgendert-rex]

I wrote a song a couple of days ago that I wanted to share with y'all I used Al song generator to add the voice & accompaniment, but the lyrics are all mine. I do not take credit for Al, as always, only for the lyrics I created. It's called

Rise & Resist

Intro:

The world is on fire, and we're told to obey,

Keep our heads down, let them have their way.

Verse 1:

The world is on fire, and we're told to obey,

Keep our heads down, let them have their way.

But we see through the lies, the greed, the disguise,

Their power built on the backs of our cries.

They feast on the labor of the weary and weak,

Build their empires while silencing the meek.

But no more whispers, no quiet despair,

We’ll shout to the skies, we’ll make them aware.

Pre-Chorus:

The chains they gave us won’t hold for long,

Too many of us are dying,

And they don't care that it's wrong!

Chorus:

They tell us to cease and desist,

When we should rise and resist.

The state is our enemy,

The government is not our friend.

The elite line pockets,

Buy politicians,

But we should learn from the French,

Let a guillotine be their end!

Rise up, rise up!

Resist, don't desist!

Rise up, rise up!

Against the enemy in our midst.

They line their pockets,

While we line caskets!

Verse 2:

We’ve starved!

While they eat tiny expensive meals on golden plates,

They preach patience, but we can’t afford to wait.

The air’s growing heavy with anger and rage,

Rebellion’s a fire, and we’ve lit the stage.

They build their walls and hire their guards,

While our families are left battle-scarred.

But no fortress is safe from the flood of the poor,

We’ll knock down their gates, we’ll settle the score.

Pre-Chorus:

No longer afraid of their smoke and mirrors,

The voices of the people grow louder, clearer.

Chorus:

They tell us to cease and desist,

When we should rise and resist.

The state is our enemy,

The government is not our friend.

The elite line pockets,

Buy politicians,

But we should learn from the French,

Let a guillotine be their end!

Rise up, rise up!

Resist, don't desist!

Rise up, rise up!

Against the enemy in our midst.

They line their pockets,

While we line caskets!

Bridge:

For every worker silenced, another will rise,

For every stolen dollar, a flame ignites.

We’ll rewrite the story, tear out the page,

Topple the tyrants, dismantle their stage.

The revolution’s heartbeat is louder than fear,

The sound of justice is finally near.

We’ll take back our power, reclaim the land,

With courage in our hearts, and fire in our hands!

Outro:

They tell us to cease and desist,

When we should rise and resist.

The state is our enemy,

The government is not our friend.

The elite line pockets,

Buy politicians,

But we should learn from the French,

Let a guillotine be their end!

Rise up, rise up! Let the anthem play,

The dawn of the people is breaking today.

Rise up, rise up! Stand strong, resist!

Our power is the enemy they cannot dismiss.

Light a match, we're the fuse,

We'll make a stand they can't refuse.

Step down or run away,

Or else you get the guillotine today!

The dawn of the people is breaking today.

Rise up, rise up! Stand strong, resist!

Our power is the enemy they cannot dismiss.

Light a match, we're the fuse,

We'll make a stand they can't refuse.

Step down or run away,

Or else you get the guillotine today…..

[thetransgendert-rex]

I left Facebook today due to the extreme bigotry that I received there. This song was my parting post.

https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1CsVZENK2C/

I used AI song generator to add the voice & accompaniment, but the lyrics are all mine. I do not take credit for AI, as always, only for the lyrics I created.

It's called

Stitched Together

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Intro:

I’m not a saint, I’m not a savior,

But I’ve faced my shadows, I’ve done my labor.

Ohhh, stitched together, torn and frayed,

Every scar a price I’ve paid.

Verse 1:

They tell their stories, I wear their blame,

Pointing fingers, Twisting my name.

I never claimed to be perfect,

Nor claimed to be whole,

Surviving and learning to be better,

Ooaahhh

Has always been my goal!

I’ve been the villain in their design,

But their perception isn’t mine.

Yeah, I’ve stumbled, I’ve gone astray,

But I’m more than mistakes I’ve made.

Pre-Chorus:

I’m not perfect, but I’m trying,

Every day, I keep on climbing.

Oh, oh, oh!

I own my wrongs, I wear them loud,

But they don’t own me, I’m unbowed.

Chorus:

I’m human, flawed, stitched with care,

Trauma and hope, I’m laid bare.

Not a villain, not divine,

Just a survivor on this fragile line.

Through the pressure, I won’t break,

I’ll rebuild with every ache

I know who I am; that’s my redemption,

Stitched together, with trauma and good intentions.

Verse 2:

When I've made mistakes,

I take accountability,

Even if they refuse to acknowledge or see.

When I'm wrong I’ve said “I’m sorry,”

I’ve made amends,

Ooooahh

Tried to fix the bridges burned in the end!

But I won’t crawl to soothe their hate,

I’m not the monster they create.

Flawed and human, I stand tall,

I am a survivor through it all.

Pre-Chorus:

I’m not perfect, but I’m trying,

Every day, I keep on climbing.

Oh, oh, oh!

My past is a part, not the whole,

It’s just a thread in the fabric of my soul.

Chorus:

I’m human, flawed, stitched with care,

Trauma and hope, I’m laid bare.

Not a villain, not divine,

Just a survivor on this fragile line.

Through the pressure, I won’t break,

I’ll rebuild with every ache

I know who I am; that’s my redemption,

Stitched together, with trauma and good intentions.

Bridge:

So paint me how you want, I’ll stay unafraid,

Your words can’t unravel what I’ve remade.

Every misstep, every tear,

They’re the proof that I’m still here.

I’m no saint, but I’m alive,

A survivor who will always rise.

Revised Chorus:

I’m human, flawed, stitched with pride,

A patchwork of truths I’ll never hide.

Not a villain, not divine,

Just a survivor who’ll claim what’s mine.

Oh, oh!

Through the pressure, I won’t break,

I’ll rebuild with every ache.

I know who I am; that’s my redemption,

Stitched together with trauma and good intentions.

Outro:

Torn and frayed, but still I mend,

This isn’t the start, and it’s not the end.

Ooo, I’m flawed, but I stand true,

Stitched together, just passing through.

Yeah, stitched together, every day is new.

Oh oh oh oh,

Oh oh oh oh!

Trauma and good intentions!

Oh oh oh oh,

Oh oh oh oh!

Stitched together!

Oh oh oh oh,

Oh oh oh oh!

Trauma and good…

Ahhhhhh!

Intentions, Intentions, Intentions!

Ohhh

Intentions

Ohhhhhh

Intentions

Ahhhhhh!

Intentions, Intentions, Intentions,

Ohhh

Intentions

Ohhhhhh

Intentions, Intentions!

[thetransgendert-rex]

Lord Onyx Blepman

By William Saville

AKA The Transgender T-Rex

9/6/24

I cup his face in my hands,

His face rubs against mine,

Our world shattered in pieces,

But I know we'll one day be fine.

He's more than a cat,

He's my very best friend,

Fled all that we knew,

But soon it will end.

Horrors we've seen,

And so much derision,

But with him at my side,

Nothing clouds my vision.

Aching bones from sitting so long,

My wheelchair is my prison,

But my void meows at me,

And snuggles so close,

He seems content if not happy.

He isn't dumb,

He knows something's wrong,

We keep moving from place to place,

But he's been so strong.

I'm transgender,

So they hate me on principle,

But Onyx's love,

Has proven unconditional.

In the darkest of nights,

When hope seems so thin,

Onyx's purrs remind me,

Of the strength within.

We’ve faced the cold streets,

And the stares full of spite,

But together we stand,

In the face of the fight.

With wheels as my legs,

And Onyx as my guide,

We navigate shadows,

With courage and pride.

Though hate tried to break us,

And tear us apart,

We rise from the ashes,

With fire in our heart.

Each dawn brings new trials,

But also new dreams,

And with Onyx beside me,

Nothing’s as it seems.

For love is our armor,

And hope is our shield,

In a world full of battles,

We refuse to yield.

So here’s to the future,

To the life we’ll create,

Where love conquers all,

And there’s no room for hate.

With Onyx’s soft purrs,

And my spirit so strong,

We’ll find our own place,

Where we truly belong.

#TheTransgenderTRex #LordOnyxBlepman #alphebetmafia #queer #ftmtrans #disabled #wheelchairuser #MutipleSclerosis #cptsd #bpd #autistic #bigotry #LGBTQIA #blackcat #ESA #Homeless #Homelessness #serviceanimal #gaymer #EverQuest2 #MMORPG #Poly #TTRPG #Inventor #Writer #Advocacy #KillerInTheKeepBoardgame #ATikevatianOdyssey

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I was able to fundraise over $500 in less than an hour this morning from some amazing and incredible people 😭

I was able to extend my stay until Monday, and have been told from two different people that they would help me with a night, so that means that if needed I can be here until Wednesday.

My inspection for my apartment is tomorrow (9/6/24) at 9am, and then it takes 2+ business days to process everything and determine what my rental portion is, and what the program will pay.

There is a light at the end of the tunnel, and I want to thank everyone who has helped me, and been there for me these last few months as my life has completely unraveled. I'm going to be able to slowly rebuild again, and it's all thanks to you! Whether you donated, or lent me a kind word, and a shoulder to cry on, you were a part of keeping me alive and sane to see this to the end. We're almost there!

If you would like to donate to help out, any help is always appreciated 😭

It helps with cat supplies for #LordOnyxBlepman, getting groceries delivered with DoorDash, doing laundry at my hotel, etc.

Https://www.linktr.ee/thetransgendertrex

#TheTransgenderTRex #alphebetmafia #queer #ftmtrans #disabled #wheelchairuser #MutipleSclerosis #cptsd #bpd #autistic #bigotry #LGBTQIA #blackcat #ESA #Homeless #Homelessness #serviceanimal #gaymer #EverQuest2 #MMORPG #Poly #TTRPG #Inventor #Writer #Advocacy #KillerInTheKeepBoardgame #ATikevatianOdyssey

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Unfortunately today is the checkout at my hotel

I wasn't able to come up with any more Mutual Aid

I'm going to be dropping Onyx off at the SPCA later today and heading back into Boston

My paperwork with my Housing Authority has finally processed and all that is left to do is have the inspection done for the apartment

So hopefully it will only be for a few days

That I'm back on the streets

And Onyx is back in the shelter

So for the rest of tonight

I'm going to snuggle the crap out of my void

#LordOnyxBlepman

#TheTransgenderTRex

If you'd like to donate towards us being reunited sooner

Or staying here

Please do not donate to my fundraiser

It takes at least 48 hours to process each donation

Instead, I have PayPal, Venmo, and Cashapp

Any help is so so greatly appreciated 😭

Https://www.linktr.ee/thetransgendertrex

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Please help if you can, if you can't, please share my story!

#TheTransgenderTRex #LordOnyxBlepman #alphebetmafia #queer #ftmtrans #disabled #wheelchairuser #MutipleSclerosis #cptsd #bpd #autistic #bigotry #LGBTQIA #blackcat #ESA #Homeless #Homelessness #serviceanimal #gaymer #EverQuest2 #MMORPG #Poly #TTRPG #Inventor #Writer #Advocacy #KillerInTheKeepBoardgame #ATikevatianOdyssey

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Updated pinned post

I'm Will Saville, AKA The Transgender T-Rex (the original, and the one and only) #TheTransgenderTRex

I'm a disabled, autistic gamer, inventor, and writer.

Working on a book series called

A Tikevatian Odyssey- Book Saga (6 books)

and inventing a board game called

Killer In The Keep: A TTRPG Board Game

I am a cat dad to #LordOnyxBlepman who is back with me, and we are living in hotels together after we were separated for 22 days with him in the SPCA 🥰

I unfortunately had to permanently surrender my cat Tiggy 😭

I am a designer in EverQuest II on the Halls Of Fate Server (main toon is Kweerakyn)

Former Facebook blogger known as the Transgender T-Rex. After I took down my blog, the bigots who have been harassing and stalking me made a fake blog pretending to be me, and accusing ME of being the imposter. This is a lie. That blog has been around for only a couple of weeks at the time I have made this post, and anyone who checks this personal profile of mine can easily see that I've had this account for years.

This blog below is FAKE

It is owned by the bigots.

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61562846354777&mibextid=ZbWKwL

I have Switched platforms to Tiktok and Tumblr.

www.Linktr.ee/thetransgendertrex

Former last names: Canon, Wilson, Newton, and Blake-Newton

Deadname: Bethany Lauren

Former chosen names: Blake and Andrew/Drew

Reason for final chosen name: Ancestry family tree found repetition for the name William Saville and I reclaimed it. I ended up finding out a friend of mine from EverQuest II was a cousin of mine because of this choice! Blake was the only part of my former name that I chose for myself, it's what I would have named a son if I could have biological children. Andrew was chosen to honor my daughter Andrea Marjorie Canon that I miscarried at 17 weeks in November 8, 2013 (her father Shawn Gero unalived himself in 2022), and for my step mother who always wanted a daughter named Andrea, so I named my daughter for her. When I lost her, I was devastated. I later chose Andrew, the masculine version of the name, for my daughter and for Cyndi. Newton was my ex Gareth's last name, and I have filed for a fault divorce because he's an incarcerated pedophile that I turned in as soon as I realized what he was. I hope he rots there!

I have survived so much trauma. I want to learn how to live rather than survive but life keeps throwing punches.

I moved to Massachusetts because that's what my ex fiancee and the friend we had staying with us wanted, I was outvoted. My long term goal is moving to the same state as my cousin, for now my home will be Massachusetts and I will make the best out of it. My ex fiancee had two cats when they entered a relationship with me, and they kept both of their cats which is how I went from talking about 4 cats to just the one, Onyx.

I am focusing on moving myself and Onyx into our apartment that we have lined up, just waiting on the housing authority to finalize their paperwork and schedule the inspection, everything that I can do for the apartment has been done and I cannot do anything further except wait. In the meantime, I am raising money towards paying for the hotel(s) so that I don't go back on the streets, and Onyx doesn't have to go back into the shelter.

https://giveahand.com/fundraiser/homeless-wheelchair-user-wcat-seeks-hotel-funds

Homeless shelters won't take me because I'm a "liability" with my seizures, and hospitals won't take me because I'm homeless, they don't care (and I guess don't "need to") about how the streets would lead to my death with my health issues, they aren't a homeless shelter, so they will escort me out with security, even when I am actively having seizures. I'm looking at you Massachusetts General Hospital !!!!!

I plan on running for city council in Cambridge, and helping bring about changes for others with disabilities, so that what happened to me doesn't happen to anyone else. There is no reason someone in a wheelchair should ever have to spend a SINGLE night, let alone 25 nights, on the streets because of their disabilities making them a liability.

Original post below, from when I had to give onyx to the SPCA and deal with the streets alone.

https://www.facebook.com/share/p/RQTk7xTTqy9DrxE8/?mibextid=oFDknk

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[thetransgendert-rex]

People are messed up

So I'm out panhandling by a plaza of stores and stuff in Metro Boston, a couple of people have stopped in the last hour

And a guy in a Corvette, rolls his window, comes up close, and then makes a big deal of looking for money, pulls out a $100, bill, and I start crying cuz I'm hella grateful and I am saying thank you over and over, and then just before it can reach my fingertips, he snatches it away and goes "PSYCH YOU CRIPPLED FREAK!" and laughs, and speeds away to make his right turn 😑

So now I'm crying for a different reason 😑😞

If you wanna help

I'm trying to raise money for myself and my cat (currently boarded at the SPCA) to get a hotel while we wait until September 1st and we can move into my ADA accessible apartment 😭🫂 any help is appreciated, all donation methods are at my linktree!

www.linktr.ee/thetransgendertrex

Watch the video on tiktok

[thetransgendert-rex]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP81NPa8c/

You can watch the video here

The day I boarded onyx with the SPCA 😭 August 6,

2024

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the hospital later escorted me out with security JUST for being homeless

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[thetransgendert-rex]

displaced due to bigotry, homeless on streets of Boston!

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8183mQU/

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