Auntie American 🇺🇸

CW: gun violence, political violence.

I know it's all I seem to write about nowadays, but I'm fucking pissed that a disabled woman is considered more of a threat to the American Way of Life for coordinating the re-distribution of needed community resources than a radicalized incel with a high-powered firearm.

I refuse to believe that hatred and gun violence is more American than community organization. Logically, I know it's true, but I also know it's wrong. This is not how it was supposed to be, in any human culture.

One of those things I was taught in what I have of course come to realize was a propaganda-filled childhood is that you should "be the change you wish to see in the world." I wish to see community resources used and distributed ethically and responsibly. So, I'm going to keep putting clothing swaps on. Hell, I might even plan other stuff swaps. I've been wanting to do a kitchen appliance swap for awhile now...

You're probably saying "why don't you just move to Europe or China or Canada and be done with it?" It's virtually impossible to be a disabled American expat. It takes significant money to move out of the country, and visas are usually determined on your ability to work. No one wants to take on someone who will draw from a system they'll never be able to pay into. So, unless I qualify for political asylum at some point (for organizing a FUCKING CLOTHING SWAP), this is where I am.

Besides, I'm William Bradford's granddaughter. Take it farther down the same line, I have Cherokee grandparents. Black Cherokee. Black Cherokee Freemasons. This is my country. I'm the culmination of the people who built this country from every way you look at it, I'm not about to abandon ship because people got selfish and greedy and refused to course correct when they needed to.

This also means that my people have been here for too long on all sides to qualify for any birthright return policies. With the exception of Ukraine, so that's not happening.

Anyway, said clothing swap has now grown to the point where we have expenses, not huge expenses, but expenses we organizers can't cover on our own as-is. So, I'll be turning essays from this blog, and recipes from Auntie's Allergy-Free Eats into zines to sell at the swaps as a fundraiser.

I think volume one will be a collection of my essays on decolonization and anti-capitalism and the reclamation of body image, and call it "The Auntie American Manifesto" 😄 🇺🇸

I think I've found my superhero alter ego. Auntie American. Bionic Woman, uses her super-sharp tongue to verbally castrate arrogant men and their Karen girlfriends, does not run thanks to the autism, is followed by a small army of battle cats, and doesn't need a cover story - the superpower is the day job, organizing a functioning community. Here to save America from the bad guys trying to keep us divided and in a lack mentality 💪🏼💪🏼

I don't fly, don't you dare Edna Mode me about this.