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chronicallycouchbound · 8 months

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"Homelessness doesn't discriminate" and "Disability doesn't discriminate"

Bullshit. They both absolutely do, and absolutely affect specific populations more than others. I'll add sources later, but these statements piss me off so much I just need to say something about it.

#chronically couchbound #disability #disabled #cripple punk #cripplepunk #homeless #unhoused #hobo crip #hobopunk

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grogpup · 5 months

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More of the yard gig at Deedee's house

#melbourne #my photos #ilford #pups photos #pups friends #my friends #melbourne punks #film #film photography #diy #diy punk #diy or die #crustpunks #folkpunk #hobopunk

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librairiemelodieensoussol · 7 months

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J'ai repris récemment la sculpture en matériaux de récupération. J'avais fait 1 pause de 30 ans je pense mais j'avais toujours cette idée derrière la tête. Quand j'étais gosse ma mère nous avait amené voir 1 expo au Prado (pas le musée mais la plage à Marseille) qui s'appelait Tresors d'étoiles c'était immense et magique à la croisée des univers de Sciences Fictions, Dune et Jodorowsky. Avec des bouts de métal, des moteurs etc. Très futuriste, galactique et Mad Maxien.

Je pense il y avait une vague hobopunk dans tous les milieux Rock et Cirque ( la Fura del Baus. Archaos. Generik Vapeur...) et l'art et la sculpture idem. Ca m'a marqué ado à tel point que je passais mes après-midi dans le garage de mon père délaissant la console et les amies imaginaires à coup de rouille et de marteau. Biensur j'étais encouragé mais incompris et oui jai abandonné ça.

Je reprends un peu voici la première base de ce qui sera pour moi géant.

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johnny-neurontin · 4 years

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Glad I have my cat. I can't wait to leave. I need to get away from here. Get to the sun and find a new family in the warm. #family #runaway #sunny #california #leaving #wantafamily #wanna #be #loved #warmth #or #death #abandoned #killmeplz #punx #anarchist #naturepunx #hobopunk https://www.instagram.com/p/B_YZq99lBl1/?igshid=110o2q86ryq08

#family #runaway #sunny #california #leaving #wantafamily #wanna #be #loved #warmth #or #death #abandoned #killmeplz #punx #anarchist #naturepunx #hobopunk

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sevdrag · 2 years

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If you could dress in any particular fashion — money and weather being no object — what would it be?

oh gosh. It would be a combination between like cool goth leather, hippie skirts, and hobo grandmother scarves and tops and wraps. This sounds ridiculous - and probably is - horribly embarrassing. But I would love a set of tailored jackets and corsets and skirts combined with mega baggy shit, like, that’s my aesthetic. Hobopunk grandmother.

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chronicallycouchbound · 7 months

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Disabled joy looks like me zooming down the streets in my powerchair at full speed, fall leaves crunching under my wheels.

18 year old me, sobbing as I was forced to crawl up the ice-coated steps of the local youth homeless shelter, could have never dreamed of this.

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chronicallycouchbound · 3 months

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There was several years of my life where I was on strict doctors orders to be on bedrest and I didn’t have a bed to be in because I was homeless.

Every night I’ve had a bed, ever since I was a young child, I have always said a silent “thank you” to it before I sleep.

I’ve also said that same thank you to overpasses and bridges, park benches, couches, floors, car seats, the half crumbled foundation of that building I could fit under, trees, snow, ice, green grass, tents, my jacket, my backpack, my friend’s lap, hospital beds, waiting rooms, empty church pews, abandoned buildings, behind stores, alleyways, half flooded basements, bus seats, bus shelters, steps of a homeless shelter, steps of a church.

I’ve slept in so many uncomfortable places and still was grateful. And at the same time, I knew I needed a better situation to get true rest.

When I became seriously ill in 2017, I couldn’t rest. Even when I got an apartment in 2019, I was still in an unsafe environment, still having ER visits every other week. It wasn’t until I got a bed and in home care that I stopped having nearly daily life threatening symptoms and could give my body a break.

I still have life threatening symptoms, I still have bad days, but now at least I can rest in between everything. And for that I am so grateful.

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chronicallycouchbound · 5 months

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Wet shelters save lives. If someone is forced to freeze to death in their car because they’re not allowed in the local dry shelter because they’re under the influence, you are enabling their death.

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chronicallycouchbound · 10 months

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About:

⌂ 24 ⌂ on/off homeless ⌂ disabled ⌂ mad ⌂ neurodivergent ⌂ queer ⌂ trans ⌂ DID system ⌂ currently precariously housed ⌂ multi-marginalized ⌂ writer ⌂ artist ⌂ zero income ⌂ mixed race ⌂ community organizer ⌂ abolitionist ⌂ pagan ⌂

Essays:

May Your Hands Always Be Loud

Sword Canes Aren’t Badass. I am.

What’s So Wrong With Having Heroes?

Unlucky: Protective Factors and Homelessness

Homeless Delicacies and Finding Unhoused Joy

Internalized Ableism As Means For Unhoused Survival

Let People On Food Stamps Eat Hot Meals

Intelligence Doesn't Equal Morality

Homelessness as Trauma: Transitioning Into Housing

Winter Solstice / Homeless Persons Memorial Day

Guides:

Unhoused Solidarity in Action (how to help out unhoused people outside of just care packs)

Coming into Disability (best for newly disabled people)

Interacting with People with Psychosis

How to Support People

Underrepresentation in Homeless Statistics

Houseism

Tags:

Original Posts - #chronically couchbound

Unhoused Joy (Story Series) - #unhoused joy

Informational - #info

Guides - #guides

Reblogs - #rb

Mutual Aid Requests - #Mutual Aid Asks

Asks - #asks

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chronicallycouchbound · 8 months

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Hello! I hope I'm not bothering you, but I was wondering if you could explain this more (if you have the spoons): "Also ugly laws still exist with broken windows policing strategies!!"

Thanks for asking this! So for some background, broken windows policing strategies refers to the "broken windows theory" which suggests that if you leave a broken window on a building, more windows will be broken, and thus, if you fix a broken window early, fewer windows will be broken.

What this means for policing is that the goal of policing is to focus on petty and more visible crimes in an attempt to prevent larger crimes.

Broken windows policing has been denounced and critiqued by many, and disproportionately targets marginalized communities. In particular: Black people, unhoused people, and disabled people (especially people with psychotic spectrum disorders) are most affected by this, and even more so, people who are a part of one or more of these groups are most affected.

By comparison, ugly laws, also called "unsightly beggar ordinances" were laws that targeted unhoused and visibly disabled people, and around the time the last of these laws were abolished in the US, broken windows policing practices were starting to become more pervasive.

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chronicallycouchbound · 6 months

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Unhoused Joy: The First Date

We were in our teens and I held him so tightly as he slept soundly in my lap alongside a trail where we hadn’t yet been called slurs too many times to count. But I knew this trail and I felt safe here, so I knew he would be safe here. I slept here through freezing temperatures, and I liked it better than the shelter or downtown. If I looked at the right angle I could see the bottom of lover’s leap. I twirled my pocketknife in my hand, and even closed it made me feel more prepared. I leaned over him, shielding him from the sun and the world with my body. Birds chirped around us, the river bubbled softly nearby, the leaves above us glittered in the afternoon light. My love was innocent in front of me.

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