Urgent: Disabled Black Queer Laid Off, Help w Rent & Bills

Hey y’all

I am writing this today because on Thursday July 25th, I got a call from my manager saying that the business will be closed on Mondays and therefore they have to let me go. I am devastated. Still in shock. Wondering why the owners and management did not explicitly express this prior. Wondering why my last shift was taken from me. Wondering why I am now facing risk after dedicating my time to this job, this passed year. Through this shock I feel grief, sadness and anger.

The grieving of the black + brown trans and queer people who came in to my former job on their off nights, their date nights - to see ME. The sadness of the job betraying me and betraying the false sense of security they provided. The anger that they have left me to fend for myself in this economy and in this political climate.

I had several important, life-changing medical appointments lined up for fall- surgeries, asthmatic, dental, vision issues. All canceled as of this morning.

Disappointing to say the least. I have never had faith in a “job,” before and girl- I did for this one. I really thought that them implementing healthcare was a step in the right direction for where I would spend my time working. Now my healthcare has been ripped away from me. I can’t go see my doctors. I have to halt any medication plans I have had. Ultimately, I feel betrayed that no one communicated prior to this & they took my last shift from me.

No write-ups. Always there to learn something. But no- not good enough for the white man. Or the man in general I should say.

I don’t feel comfortable having to ask my community for help but this is what I have to do. I am also still waiting on my former roommate to pay me back for covering the bills at my previous living space.

I just moved. I am paying a higher rent. I am tired. I am feeling sadness, grief, betrayal, anger, and disappointment.

I also know my community is vast, beautiful, abundant, and gracious to hold me at this time so I don’t feel scared- but I do feel vulnerable. Vulnerable to risk. Vulnerable to injury. Vulnerable to infection. Vulnerable at the hands of a white man’s capital gain.

I feel like right now is a “See! I tried the normie jobs! & they still lead here!” Moment for me right now. Like lmfao diva I’m not doing that shit again. Faith?? In a white man??

I need help right now. I need help with rent, I need help with bills. Still moseying in and out of shock and hurt. The idea of working for someone else again may be long gone. I was freelance for several years prior & I can do it again- but I REFUSE to be in peril or strife at the hands of a white person(’s business). I am looking for jobs in my field of music/art curation.

To the “owners”: You should be ashamed.

To my community: Thank you. Thank you for holding me during this.

Donating anything helps. Sharing helps. You may see me crowdfunding now or later and I ask that you extend grace, help, a simple repost, or keep scrolling. I am pushing through this with my head held high. We are going to be better than okay. Right now, I’m sad and grieving. Still bright and hopeful. Thank you, I appreciate my community & beyond