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I'ma escape my shitty parents to somewhere in-or-around Chicago in October. I'm a zoomer "artist", currently-closeted trans woman, who's only firm resume credential for getting hired is working at a retirement place cafe for roughly 1.75 years.

I'm doing a lot for the first time to make this happen. Abstract online research about a place I've never physically been's starting to give me psychosis. I'm making this public for the first time cuz I'd like to know as many people and resources and esoteric whatnot as I can. What's the best possible way to be a poor stupid queer with moonshot ambition in Chicago

thank you all so much! 💛💜🤍🖤

As my own narrative and the larger story were ripped apart, I glimpsed a shockingly indifferent world in which I had no more significance than any other edible being. The thought, ‘This can’t be happening to me, I’m a human being, I am more than just food!’ was one component of my terminal incredulity. It was a shocking reduction, from a complex human being to a mere piece of meat. Reflection has persuaded me that not just humans but any creature can make the same claim to be more than just food. We are edible, but we are also much more than edible. Respectful, ecological eating must recognize both of these things. I was a vegetarian at the time of my encounter with the crocodile, and remain one today. This is not because I think predation itself is demonic and impure, but because I object to the reduction of animal lives in factory farming systems that treat them as living meat.

Val Plumwood https://www.aislingmagazine.com/aislingmagazine/articles/TAM30/ValPlumwood.html