Men giving flowers: overdone, they die, not original, damages the environment, clearly not thinking of the bees, the upkeep of the arrangement can be too much, you can’t defend yourself with them, you just give them to me and then what?
Men giving me daggers: sexy, thinking of my well being, encouraging me to be strong, acknowledging me being badass, appreciation of the craftsmanship, into dagger foreplay, opportunity for him to strap the dagger really up my thigh and us having a moment filled with tension.
I’m not flipping burgers, I’m cleaning litterboxes and doing basic vet care like checking weights, administering medicine, bathing, using IVs, keeping records, making lists, doing photography, and way way more. But the point is even if I was just cleaning litterboxes… I love the work. I wish I could pay rent. Shouldn’t I be able to clean litterboxes and feed cats who were rescued from the streets and do that fulfilling wonderful work without wondering where I’m going to live?
Shouldn’t someone be able to flip burgers, make art, clean up trash, care for the oceans, teach your children, or rescue animals without being forced to choose between their job and their bills?
What if I don’t WANT to climb the ladder and use my degree and search for high stress high pay jobs in order to live? What if I want the high stress job of seeing a kitten crashing below survivable temperature and bringing them back from the brink of death, knowing that I’m the only thing standing between this homeless, unwanted kitten and an early grave?
Shouldn’t that be enough? Shouldn’t I be able to afford food and rent by doing that?
I don’t want to work at a vet office that can give me steady pay increases. I want to work here, with cats who have no owners, nursing them back to health and helping pick their forever home. I want the infrastructure to support me in doing that. I want the laws to say I can and have programs in place to make it so my shelter CAN support me. I want rent to reflect wages. I want wages to reflect rent.
I want to help the world and be able to survive doing it. I want to thrive doing it. I want that for everyone.
the color pink affects me like I’m a preschooler when I see a pink plastic piece of garbage I’m like wow that is indescribably beautiful and now I must stare in awe and love. a pink flower just forget about it. anyway I love valentines day for these reasons
you never know where you’ll be in a year, so don’t worry too much about that. just work with what you have now, the good and the bad. we only have to go one day at a time.
