Hello, beautiful people of the interwebs who have come across this message friends, family, foes, and strangers! Before I begin, I have one request, please give money to Black, Indigenous, and POC first, and if you still have some money to spare, consider donating to me.

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Hi, I'm Reign Drop!

I am a trans movement artist and poet living in Chicago. I spend my days working retail for a Queer owned business, taking care of my twelve year old doggy Prada, cooking for my family, and dancing my gay lil heart out.

I never thought I would make it "out of the closet." There was a lot of homophobic and transphobic language and violence in the community I was raised in, and I never felt safe enough to be myself. Family members were already bullying me about my queerness at six years old. I knew I was the gayest gayest gayest gay boi there ever was because I knew I was trans long before I had the language or courage to communicate it.

 

I am looking for help to afford gender-affirming surgery. This surgery would be life-changing for me; if I'm dreaming, it's about being comfortable in my body.

 

In July of 2021, I finally stood in my power as the Bi Trans Non-Binary beauty I am. If you don't experience gender dysphoria, I'm honestly not sure how to explain it to you. I have tried binders and tapes and been left with bruises and blisters from attempting to bind my chest on my own, but I would much rather stand in the sun with a flat chest and allow the healing rays to soak through my skin. Gender-affirming surgery is essential to my survival.

I have had major surgeries to help with chronic illness and have many outstanding debts related to that care. I work three jobs and do my best to sustain myself. I love my chosen family deeply, and we do our best to uplift and support each other. I don’t have family support, my circle of friends is tiny, and my insurance coverage will end shortly. I have been on my own, scraping by and can no longer take care of myself without regular assistance. 

I currently do not have a surgery scheduled as I am on a waitlist for a consultation.

 

I am very grateful to anyone who reads my story or decides to keep up with my updates on this adventure to self-liberation.

I leave you with a poem.

 

i dream of feeling at home in my skin.

to be soft to myself.

to weep my own tears and hold myself tighter as they drop.

this skin itches and these bones ache.

 

the body colonizers assault you and pull you deep into their slimey cave.

trespassers beware: I have stripped you off before and next time i’ll come harder.

 

trans people full of life and magic have taught me that i am my own father.

the devoted daughter is no longer my destiny—i am the big brother i wished to banish my burdens.

 

they may try to ban our bodies but these bones are not bound.

safety is not guaranteed in numbers if each digit holds a blade to your throat.

 

here i am in front of you.

 

will you lower the blade?

 

the jewel of the lotus still shines while i lick my wounds.

 

i am my own body.