Yeah I’ll get to spite them by sleeping on the street!

Because VPOs show up on background checks.

I was kinda hoping maybe someone here would know how that worked, but all the advice is “find a lawyer! There’s totally lawyers that’ll help!” When there has never been a lawyer. They don’t give a shit. They want money. And sure maybe y’all have friends and shit that’ll fucking help but I don’t have a fucking bed. I can barely keep food in the fridge.

But yeah, this is what I get when I ask for help. “Help exists, you’re just too much of a dumb fuck to try doing all the things you’ve already done!”

Tell me to call 988 again so I can be sexually assaulted even more! That totally helped the last time! Tell me to use the money I don’t have to move to magical pixie land Europe or Canada, because I totally can afford a visa and get a job instantly there! Tell me to see a therapist I can’t afford! Tell me to see a lawyer I can’t afford! Tell me to sit at a food bank for hours instead of trying to find work! Life just works out perfectly! When you say “hey this person molested me” you totally get believed and someone does something about it!

The reality is I’ve spent three decades of my life begging for help, I’ve tried every fucking thing suggested here and it didn’t fucking work. My life doesn’t matter, it hasn’t mattered, and I’m just exhausted of being gaslit by being told that if I just call the fairytale lawyers and therapists everything will be fixed!

I have no money. I have negative money. I have been trying to get the bare minimum set up to move out of the country because when student loans come due there’s no fucking way of paying rent. I am trapped here. I have ZERO support of any fucking kind.

No I fucking don’t have anyone to talk to, that why I went here to get no actual advice so far.

And yeah, I know what happens when you fail to kill yourself. You get sent to a place where you can get raped and have the shit kicked out of you.

Life is hell isn’t it? There is no help.

Bruh I’ve already called dozens of lawyers.

AFABs don’t mean shit where I live, we have the highest incarceration right in the states for people defending themselves against abuse.

I’m just going to kill myself I think. All of the advice is shit I’ve already done, now I’m unhirable and there is no help.

Regardless of whether I deserved it it already happened. There’s help for AFAB people who are cis, the rest of us are shit out of luck. I’m more worried about the VPO because that leads to not being able to get a job anymore

I have. I’ve spent a whole fucking year trying.

My ex got to torture me and kick me out of my house, there was no “free legal consultation” then.

I am so fucking sick of people pretending that help exists, and it makes me want to off myself publicly so people know it doesn’t and they’ll shut the fuck up. The US is fucking broken.

I can’t afford a lawyer. So it looks like my options are to become an hero.

Child abuse is legal in the US as long as you claim to be “treating” teenagers for whatever. The TTI has zero regulation and enough money to stay that way.

“Victim protective order” “troubled teen industry” = “unregulated child abuse facilities you can send your child to if you don’t feel like parenting”

VPOs are usually for abusive ex’s that strangle you or like show up to your work months after you break up. But if you are a wealthy child torture facility, I guess it means whatever you want.

Yeah, I know the bitch spent $100 on something for him when I was prostituting myself to afford $60 for Pearson’s fucking chemistry question textbook.

He’s slightly intellectually disabled (if she had permitted him to have an education, he’d probably be normal) and she was obsessed with him. His sexuality was something that was very “open” to the family, like we all knew about his Megan Fox poster with a hole in it (which she bought for him) and the used tissues in his room were… excessive. Never cleaned up, could smell it in my room.

At one point he chased me and my younger sister around the house waving his penis at us.

I experienced something complicated from her, which toes the line around sexual abuse but isn’t as direct as “she diddled me.”

I’m of course the black sheep and have zero contact with anyone other than my sister now for having pointed out how weird/abusive the family dynamics were…

I think I’ve had two outbreaks before this third one. I can see why someone wouldn’t know. It just looks like a patch of ingrown hairs. Doesn’t really hurt or itch very much. I wrote it off until someone contacted me. (I’m in the States, I’m not going to the doctor unless I’m about to die - I do test for all of the other things regularly because that can be done OTC or free sometimes.)

Thank you. I’ve been flashing back to high school sex and feeling a little gross about myself, but your comment is really comforting.

S…senpai, I can’t believe you painted me using your own body.

Next time they use the Supreme Court to attack healthcare, maybe there can be “bleed-ins.”

implying abortion is legal where i live

Man, if I had enough money to buy eggs, I wouldn’t be making homemade paint.

A Hobby Lobby canvas. Since Joann died and Micheals is far more expensive, I’m occasionally forced to resort to them. I make sure that a good portion of my art work is profane or has explicit political messaging to even out the karmic energy.

One could also copy Manzoni’s work.

Shit seems like it would introduce the problems of bacteria and stink though. Boogers similarly I think are intended to trap bacteria and such. Others have worked with piss, which I think is usually sterile but I would be concerned about chemicals in the piss. I don’t think there is anything unhygienic about the menstrual blood that would cause issues.

It might also be interesting to boil used condoms, cut them, and glue them to the surface as well.

You’re telling me that you wouldn’t watch a Liveleak video titled “fat guy paints from his vagina?”

I’m pushing the boundaries of art here, mon cheri.