Carina Sunshine
@carinasunshine.bsky.social
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I'm a 30 year old trans gal, union maid, psychonaut, and avid tabletop role player. Hit me up if any of that interests you! I am the extreme left they warn you about. DMs are open :)
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carinasunshine.bsky.social
🧵 (1/?) Hey all, I know that some (most) of you don't know me, so I'm here to be clear. :) I am an anarcho-syndicalist (despite the following images) who believes in equal rights for all, the abolition of the wage system, nuclear energy, space travel, The Revolution, and rehabilitation of...
carinasunshine.bsky.social
I have my own room again, for the first time in years. I have a lock I can use for the first time in years. My own bed, my own closet. I'm not sharing anymore. I can finally breathe.
carinasunshine.bsky.social
Likely a medical evac, and carries in downtown. The medical district here is so massive. I acknowledge a familiar face, one I see here most nights I visit. He smiles back. I continue on my unlit journey around the pond, relishing in the shadow and solitude. (3/3)
carinasunshine.bsky.social
Across the field, newly engaged. City life is always so... Vibrant. The people everywhere, moving and moving their own lives, remind me that I, too, am here. As much as I love disappearing into the wilderness, I can lose myself there. Here, I know who I am.

A helicopter drones overhead, (2/🧵)
carinasunshine.bsky.social
I sit in a park, one of my favorites in fact, and gaze at the university's tall tower, illuminated with well-nested lights. A picnic in the dark and the footfalls of myriad joggers add to the vibrant thumb of life. The frogs and crickets sing in harmony, a special chorus for the happy couple (1/🧵)
carinasunshine.bsky.social
Once again, planning hundreds of portions of soup. But this time, I am not an anxious ball of stress. I am me. My smile reaches my eyes again. I look in the mirror and love myself again. I feel proper and whole. (6/6)
carinasunshine.bsky.social
Move along. Grandma doesn't leave the house anymore. Another trip. Grandma is having tests done. Things look okay. A private pain, intense this time. Another crisis. I act. Fast. Everything since July has been a blur. Another private pain. And now, peace. Finally, peace. And I find myself, (5/🧵)
carinasunshine.bsky.social
My mother and I have not been on good terms for months at this point. She has been my rock most of my life, the person who kept me feeling real. This was not private. It should have been. I have no one to ask for advice. I act. I act fast. I do call in favors, I scrimp, I make sure things (4/🧵)
carinasunshine.bsky.social
I worked at my new job, slowly regaining personal confidence. I stopped existing in the public space in a real way. I retreated to those closest to me and hid until I felt whole again. Another private pain. A magical visit in July. Another private pain. Immediately, a crisis, not mine. (3/🧵)
carinasunshine.bsky.social
In March, I was dealt a private pain that made me feel numb at everyone and everything for a couple weeks. Then, I went on a trip that reminded me that magic is real. March was weird for me. I ride that through until May Day. Another private pain. A semi-public breakdown 10 days later. (2/🧵)
carinasunshine.bsky.social
I feel right. I was a ball of anxious stress all year, since November, really. Early November. It's a mystery, truly. I dove in to doing anything and everything to right my world around me at least. I met people then, good people, lots of good people. We did some good. I stayed stressed. (1/🧵)
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This concentration of wealth has progressed with every US presidency. And then people ask

“How did we get here?”
rbreich.bsky.social
The 400 richest Americans are now worth a record $6.6 trillion.

The entire bottom 50% of America is worth just $4.2 trillion.

Read that back.

When 400 people control more wealth than half a country’s population, we have a very serious problem.
carinasunshine.bsky.social
We plan to feed 500 each drive. We're expanding where we're handing food out, doing this more often, including resources we didn't last time, and adding an option each month that isn't just soup!
carinasunshine.bsky.social
It sounds like a very real possibility that Soup Drive 2 will become Soup Drive 3 and 4 and maybe even more, monthly. This will be hard, both in terms of labor and funds. We're making a Venmo for our group that will be posted by several people all over soon. Last year, we fed 250 people. This year..
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sakher23.bsky.social
Please don’t scroll past this.
I’m still here… still fighting to survive.
I’m sick, my father is very sick — and we have no way to get treatment.
We live in a tent, in the freezing cold, with nothing but the wind and the sound of our hunger.
More words in the first comment …
GFM: gofund.me/f116bf44
carinasunshine.bsky.social
"All the use of force will be stopped from now on. The people work for the benefit of the many, not for the few."
- Brigadier General Nonos Mbinina Mamelison of Madagascar

Madagascar's government has been overthrown.
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anarchoterran.bsky.social
And then we feed them to the homeless...
carinasunshine.bsky.social
Fellow Workers, against the bosses and bureaucrats. The fascists are feeding on them. Killing the parasite won't be enough. The host must go, too. (7/7)
carinasunshine.bsky.social
The first person. I don't talk about him much. He was my best friend. We talked about God and Chance and Fate on those drives. Why things are the way things are. He never told me the answers. He always just asked the next question. I came to my own conclusions, young. It's us, all of us, (6/🧵)
carinasunshine.bsky.social
Naomi's kitchen. He had a seafoam green truck with a thin (relatively) purple stripe bored by thinner white stripes running along it. It had a covered bed. We would volunteer our time, his truck, and gas to pick up bread from grocery stores and bring it to a food bank. This one, too, is in (5/🧵)
carinasunshine.bsky.social
The first person. Not many of mine are. I remember my cross country drives, the people I met, the hardships I saw. It shaped me. So did my grandfather. He was a Union plumber. When I was young, he and my grandmother moved to Texas to help with my siblings and I. He and I delivered bread for (4/🧵)
carinasunshine.bsky.social
Reentry. My entire life plays out, not in sequence, not in succession, even but all at once, like an ocean flooding me. Old, long forgotten childhood memories come back, even. My first Pokemon encounter was a Gyarados card forgotten on the side of the road. I was young. This memory is in (3/🧵)
carinasunshine.bsky.social
I think of life's great loves lost, of all those future joys, and of the ones I've lost along the way. I dream of tomorrow, Fellow Workers and Friends, of Liberty and Love! And I think of how grey things are. My cat sits in the window and watches me think, gazing and waiting for my inevitable (2/🧵)
carinasunshine.bsky.social
My mind is racing with a thousand ideas right now. I think of the girl I'm chatting with. I think of the woman of yesteryear. I think of that Scooby Doo villain my child brain used to hide a memory. My mind flies with thoughts of my partner sleeping upstairsand of my inevitable move. (1/🧵)
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chantalalive.blacksky.app
Don't forget that your homeless neighbors, the people living in the streets & out of their cars around you that you see every day, are part of your real world community.