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chronicallycouchbound · 6 months ago
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Just a reminder that when someone tells you that they were homeless as a child/teen, that you probably should not just start asking us questions like “so how many fights/scraps did you get into” “did you ever get jumped” “did you get beat by the cops” “did you ever see anyone die” etc. Prying for information about specific traumas within a long term traumatic experience is reductive and can reopen shit we aren’t ready for.
Also, if you were also homeless as a child and/or teen, I’m sending sending you love and with you in solidarity. Cope how you need to. Give yourself the kindness so many deny us. And tell people to fuck off if you feel like it when they ask things like that. You don’t owe anyone your story.
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On today's episode I will be discussing the homelessness epidemic in post pandemic America. I will read an article regarding the issues of pandemic aid expiring and contributing to the homeless issue, another article regarding the inaccurate point in time counts by Housing and Urban Development, as well as read an essay I wrote about homelessness in post-pandemic America. This channel is supported directly by the generous donations of the listeners and viewers like you. You can send donations to me directly to my cash app, chime, PayPal and venmo to rockinrobsa210. You can also join my patreon to become a patron for special perks at 210x2 Productions. Thank you very much for your support. #Youtube #youtuber #thevoiceforthevoicelesspodcast #supportcontentcreators #supportsmallchannels #CashApp #chime #paypal #Venmo #rockinrobsa210 #patreon #210x2productions #ThankYouVeryMuch #homeless #homelessness #waronthehomeless #sanantonio #texas #viral #viralvideo #viralshorts #viralshorts #viralshort #viralreels #covid19 #coronavirus #pandemic #lockdowns
Link to the National Homelessness Law Center-
https://homelesslaw.org/human-rights/
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weirdstrangeandawful · 9 months ago
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Nah, the thing is they don't have space in jails either. It's just more socially acceptable for a jail to have horrific living conditions than a shelter and everything about that is even more fucked up.
They also then don't have to listen to people advocate for safer conditions because it's a jail, why would it need to be safe (the answer's because there are people in it).
Also, it's a very known phenomenon that people do deliberately get arrested just to have a slightly safer roof over their head and this is not how you take control over the situation. If people would rather be in jail than in shelters, you need to take a look at how horrific the conditions in shelters must be.
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Make that make sense. People have to quit blaming the poor for being poor.
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theunheardroar · 5 months ago
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The Gentrification of Downtown Lima, Ohio BY Ras Simba Tafari
Over the past few years, downtown Lima, Ohio has been undergoing a process known as gentrification. Gentrification is the process of wealthier individuals moving into a neighborhood and renovating properties, ultimately leading to an increase in property values and the displacement of lower-income residents. One of the key issues that has arisen in Lima's gentrification process is the treatment of the homeless population in the downtown area.One of the most visible signs of gentrification in downtown Lima has been the removal of benches from the square. These benches were once a gathering place for the houseless population, providing a place to sit and rest. However, the removal of these benches has made it more difficult for houseless individuals to find a place to rest during the day. This has forced many houseless individuals to move to other parts of the city, where they may not have access to the same resources and services.In addition to the removal of benches, there have been reports of houseless individuals being run off from the square by business owners and law enforcement. This has raised concerns about the violation of the civil rights of houseless individuals, as they are being targeted simply for being houseless. The harassment of houseless individuals has also led to instances of police brutality and misconduct by the Lima Police Department.The gentrification of downtown Lima has brought economic development and investment to the area, but it has also come at the cost of displacing marginalized individuals. As property values increase and new businesses move in, those who cannot afford the rising costs of living are being pushed out of the area. It is important for city officials and community members to address these issues and ensure that the gentrification process is carried out in a fair and compassionate manner.In conclusion, the gentrification of downtown Lima, Ohio has had a significant impact on the houseless population in the area. The removal of benches, harassment of houseless individuals, and displacement of lower-income residents are all issues that need to be addressed. It is vital that city officials and community members work together to find solutions that benefit all residents of Lima, regardless of their economic status. Only then can downtown Lima truly thrive as a welcoming and inclusive community for all.
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zooophagous · 22 days ago
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You've heard of the notion that you need to stop casually making suicide jokes or self hatred jokes because it's making your mental health worse.
Now get ready for you need to stop making "omg I HATE people I just want to be alone with (companion animal)" jokes because they're making you forget how to be decent to people.
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theconcealedweapon · 6 months ago
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chronicallycouchbound · 1 year ago
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Winter Solstice Reflections / Homeless Persons Memorial Day
I was 16 when I moved from the Pacific Northwest to New England. I had recently come out as trans, and I was hoping the move would be a fresh start. But the physical abuse I had already been facing at home escalated. 
It was two days after Christmas when I was told to leave and never come back, so I packed what little belongings I had into a bag as quickly as I could and rushed out the door. I didn’t have food or a plan or anywhere to stay. 
It’s my luck that the first blizzard I ever experienced was on my first night of homelessness here. I remember the cold night air on my freshly bruised skin and it felt nice. It felt like freedom. As I crossed the bridge from one town to the next, the snowflakes were still small and gently falling. 
In exactly one week, it will mark 8 years since that first night in the cold. It wasn’t my first or last time being homeless, but it was the longest time, and I didn’t know many people, let alone people I could live with.
Most often, I stayed in the middle of nowhere. I slept on floors, in cars, on benches, under awnings, in abandoned buildings; and anywhere I could put my backpack down as a pillow and throw my jacket over me as a blanket. The cold no longer felt comforting– it was a threat to my existence. I prayed every time I closed my eyes to not freeze to death. 
I didn’t have proper clothes— Chuck Taylors which had too many holes to count, basketball shorts worn under my pants that were two sizes too big for me, well-loved band tees, and a jacket that wasn’t even close to waterproof. I felt cold in my bones. 
On nights I had nowhere else, I walked around all night until McDonald’s or Dunkin opened up. I remember counting steps to focus on anything but the stinging of cold. I would go into the bathroom and run my hands under the faucet until they turned from pale blue to bright red. My hands burned when they finally thawed out. Eventually, the blue became just another thing to carry with me, like my backpack and the weight of homelessness. 
For a few months, I spent nights all over the county, and then, after finally getting permission from my parents to access it, stayed at the youth shelter for three years. On my first night at the shelter, I arrived late– nearly midnight. I was afraid to go in. But, they set me up a bed anyway. 
Soon after I laid down, a guy a few years older than me came in from work. His bed was right next to mine. He leaned over and whispered to me in the darkness that if I needed anything, just to let him know. His name was Peter. 
That was the year I met my street mom who told me I reminded her of her younger self. Her name was Sarah. I couch-surfed with Abby, who always snuck me extra pizza from her work so I wouldn’t go hungry. 
Living at the shelter I met Ryan, who made us laugh as if it kept us warm. And Ariah gave anyone anything they needed if she had it. I miss Peter, and Sarah, and Abby, and Ryan, and Ariah, and all the many other friends I’ve lost. 
My friends were people who stood up for me, who gave me the clothes off their backs, food off their plates, and cared for me better than family. We all struggled together and never had to explain ourselves. We were welcome just as we were. 
It’s hard for me to exist in this town sometimes. I walk around and can see all the places where I nearly died, where someone else died, or where I slept at night. I’ve lost count of all the people I’ve lost over the years. I have fond memories of rooms and cars filled with people smiling and telling jokes, and then I remember that I’m the only one still alive out of all of us.  
People tell me I should feel lucky to have survived, congratulating me. Acting like I should be proud to "overcome" while the system still hurts us all. As my friends– my family, are still in the streets dying. I feel guilty to just be alive. Our whole community is grieving all the time. 
Tonight, as the sun sets, the temperature will feel like 2 degrees. There will be 15 hours and 18 minutes of darkness. This is only the beginning of a long, cold winter. Our community members will still be in the cold. We are still dying for warmth. 
We don’t need art installations, we don’t need benches with three bars, we don’t need air b&bs. We need fewer barriers and more supports. We need safe, stable, reliable, and affordable housing. We’ve needed it for a long time. As my good friend Ariah always said, “Keep your coins, we want change”
(From my speech on 12/21/23 for National Homeless Persons Memorial Day)
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The Voice for the Voiceless Podcast Ep 6- Interview with Layeh of the DKLA Podcast
On today's episode, I will be conducting an interview with Layeh of the DKLA Podcast. Layeh is from Rio De Janero, Brazil and we will be discussing homelessness in the post-pandemic world. This channel is supported directly by the generous donations of the listeners and viewers like you. You can send donations to me directly to my cash app, chime, PayPal and venmo to rockinrobsa210. You can also join my patreon to become a patron for special perks at 210x2 Productions. Thank you very much for your support. #Youtube #youtuber #thevoiceforthevoicelesspodcast #supportcontentcreators #supportsmallchannels #CashApp #chime #paypal #Venmo #rockinrobsa210 #patreon #210x2productions #ThankYouVeryMuch #homeless #homelessness #waronthehomeless #sanantonio #texas #viral #viralvideo #viralshorts #viralshorts #viralshort #viralreels
DKLA Podcast with Layeh
https://open.spotify.com/show/1UbsMs3BlMqzdQ1mTzkrsy
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wobblefloss · 19 days ago
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Link to full article on OTW website.
Hey. Yo.
Call your US senators!
TLDR::
Bill 9495 would allow the US government to kill OTW and Ao3. (And any other organizations that help LGBTQIA+ or homeless or immigrant or womb-having or etc communities!!) Call your 2 US senators and tell them NO!
Full text of the bill.
I see this is bad, but I don't know my senators.
No problem! Enter your address here, and you'll get your 2 senators and your House Representative. The House has already passed this bad bill. Call the senators. Their phone numbers will be listed under their names.
I don't know what to say, though.
Very little, actually! I just called my two senators.
One had an "Opinion Voicemail" set up for me to say, "Hi, my name is [XXX] and I live in your state. I want you to vote NO on 9495. It's very bad and I feel very strongly about this."
For my second senator, I said the same thing to a staffer with a tally sheet.
No one is expecting you to defend your opinion or to give your reasons. You can explain yourself, but you won't be talking to the senator directly. No need to worry about sounding super-political or ultra-smart.
Does this really work?
Yes, actually! What makes it work isn't that any one of us gives a speech so powerful that we single-handly change the hearts and minds of the US Congress. It's a group effort.
When hundreds of us call and bitch about it to each of our senators, that's 100 senators from 50 states with 100 headaches from all the calls.
Some senators are cool and already agree to vote NO on 9495.
Some senators need to be made aware of just how many of us there are. We're watching. We're voting.
Do your duty as a US citizen. Keep AO3, its writers, & its readers safe.
Call and Complain.
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chronicallycouchbound · 9 months ago
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Grant’s Pass vs Johnson is among upcoming 2024 supreme court votes that would criminalize all homelessness federally.
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genderqueerdykes · 10 months ago
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as someone who has been chronically homeless for 9 years due to severe disability, the way housing is managed in america is just a joke. it's all about the profits for the landlord, nothing else matters. credit checks are a gate to keep out poor people. deposits are a gate to keep out poor people. you wanna apply for a low-income housing program? you HAVE to have a "severe" disability diagnosis and proof that you're too disabled to afford or apply for "normal" housing. this is a gate to keep out poor people.
people in positions to help house homeless people don't care because they're housed. there's no sense of urgency. they don't have to think about what it's like to go without a roof over their head. they get paid tens of dollars an hour to sit there and scoff at all of the "lazy poor and disabled people who should just get jobs and stop whining and expecting to have things handed to them." they get paid to ignore emails and take 2 hour long lunches to forget about how hard and scary the world really is.
how the FUCK are you supposed to work when you don't have a place to sleep at night, shower, or eat? come the fuck on. use your goddamn brain. this system is built off of abuse, lying and torture. nobody earns an "honest" day's pay, none of this is "honest" work. it's all built off of the backs of lying and stealing from someone who needs it more. jobs aren't given to the person who's the most qualified- they're given to the person who lied the most to make themselves sound good during the interview. jobs are given to people who are good at interviews, NOT people who are GOOD at what they do.
i don't know how to tell you that when the average person isn't making enough to eat, fuel their car or pay for their phone, they also can't afford the roof over their head. disabled people and low-income people are struggling even worse with this. i don't know how to tell people that you should care about this.
we are literally all the same species. we are all humans. you cannot look down on disabled, poor and addicted people because we're "scum" and "less than human". we're not. that's a lie you're being fed by capitalism to feel better about yourself so you'll keep blindly working. wake up. this is not how humans behave. you're being brainwashed. everyone needs a stable home. EVERYONE. especially if you want them to contribute to your stupid money machine.
capitalism makes no fucking sense. give people homes or get the fuck out of our way, because we're about to just start taking them. this is unsustainable. this is unliveable. this system doesn't fucking work. a system that leaves its people to starve and die while apartments, homes, condos, and hotel rooms stay empty and collect dust doesn't work. none of this shit works. fuck this fascist system. none of us are free.
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kittykatninja321 · 2 months ago
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The funniest thing about the fanon whump fics where Tim is getting locked alone in his house with no food by his parents or something is that a lot of the times they have Jason, a character who actually did experience neglect and starvation as a child be like “wow Timmy your childhood is so sad :(“ absvwjsbsa
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victusinveritas · 2 months ago
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chronicallycouchbound · 8 months ago
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Fun fact: in the United States, most cities and towns have public land property records available online.
And a lot of places have squatter’s rights, often with some sort of stipulation, such as you need mail to the address, a utility in your name (actually very easy to set if you have the funds) or verification that you have been there every day. A photo with the daily newspaper every day can establish residence. After that, they have to do a full eviction process. Where you can have even more rights as a tenant.
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Not all heroes wear capes
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azuree1733 · 8 days ago
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Sakura shoulda had her big axe ☹️
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socialjusticeinamerica · 23 days ago
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