That moment when you take off your bra and it’s like “YES my tits can breeeaathhee”
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Around 1AM on 4/29, Eli Reyes and three other cyclists were cut off in downtown Oakland by a driver. He then grabbed Eli through the open window and dragged her before dropping her. When she fell, the truck ran over her legs, breaking her femur and leaving her covered in deep cuts and bruises.
While Eli is in a rehab center and recovering, this event has been incredibly traumatic for her. The emotional work of healing from such a act of extreme violence will take time, space, lots of love and depend on her being able to reduce the stress as much as possible.
One of the biggest additional stressors for her right now is financial. Our $15,000 goal is just an estimate and may only scratch the surface of the medical costs. Reaching it, however, would help take off the immediate pressure created by her inability to work for the foreseeable future.
Some of the costs Eli and Ivan are looking at:
- Lost wages from Eli, the primary earner, being unable to work
- All medical expenses that fall beyond the coverage of their insurance (Likely greater than $15,000)
- Cost of moving Eli into an accessible home/increased rent from Eli and Ivan having to live in separate places (~$2,000 ?/monthly)
- Lost income from MOCO, which has remained closed as Eli and Ivan deal with the aftermath of the attack
- Mounting MOCO rent debts (which Eli had been on the verge of paying off)
- Lost savings for their upcoming move to South America
Most of you probably know how much Eli and Ivan have given to Oakland, to their community and to other young, socially/politically-committed artists both locally and internationally. In their time at MOCO, they have made it available to pretty much anyone with an exciting idea who needed a place to put it into action. They have hosted printmakers from San Diego, up-and-coming noise bands who can’t easily find venues, gender- and history-bending performance artists, bilingual MCs, fierce spoken word poets, visual documentarians of Oakland urban culture, sex toy sculptors and more. Their space has prioritized international and intercultural dialogues and has also given a new generation of Latin@ artists, female and male, queer and straight a place to exhibit and experiment with work that mainstream galleries don’t get.
MOCO has also been dedicated to community building and arts education, hosting free or small donation-based drawing workshops (knitting, crocheting, sewing, drawing, book-binding, creative writing or anything people want to share).
What a lot of people don’t know about MOCO is that in addition to blood, sweat and tears (and cheap wine. and cheap-and-delicious snacks.) that Eli and Ivan have invested, there has also been a heck of a lot of cold hard CA$HMONEY, much of which Eli has been working her butt off to earn at her (non-walker accessible) day job.
Please consider giving to this fundraiser both to support Eli with the hardest phase of her recovery and also as a way of giving back in two wonderful human beings who have been working so hard for the last year (to the day!) investing in us, their community and their city.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
– Friends of Eli Reyes
P.S. For those generously offering to share therapeutic, holistic healing, bodywork skills or needed supplies (like comfortable clothing, healthy, fresh food, etc.), you can email Eli at: eli.reyes@hushmail.com. -
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There is this flooding happening in Norway now and apparently it washed up this really old burial ground, so there is a bunch of century old humans bones floating around right now.Norway - forever the most metal country ever
That’s actually pretty bad, because it’s taken the bones out of context meaning they can’t as easily be dated and things.
They still can they carbon date it! It’s totes doable
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do you guys remember that one post about how men feel entitled to take up so much space and women have to deal with a lot less?
This is actually a documented thing. You always see men on the subway or tube or whatever using both armrests while women sit with their arms hunched together into their laps. That’s why I always make a point to take up at least one if not both armrests of the tube so men can be uncomfortable for once.
^ again, for all the people telling me posting this picture is complaining too much.
In my college classes (and high school too) guys were always stretching, sticking fists and elbows in my face, leaning their heads back over my desk, over my work, spreading their legs out, kicking my bag with their dirty shoes. And let’s not pretend they were in other guys’ space as much as they were in women’s.
It’s so true, this happens to me every day on the train. Same with the walking thing, women will weave out of the way whereas men just walk straight and plow down anything in their path. I always end up playing chicken with men on the sidewalk now, because I refuse to move out of their way.
I love playing chicken with dudes who hog the sidewalk. BODY CHECK! Fucking assholes.
“NOT ALL MEN ARE LIKE THIS!” FUCK OFF.
“AS A MAN, I THINK THAT…” FUCK OFF.
Men always have the same defensive bullshit to spout every time they get called out on their shit. AND IT IS BORING. They remind me of those toys where you pull a string an they have like 5 phrases they can say. Over and over and over.
same here with playing chicken, its hilarious sometimes because they get this flash of realization in their eyes that says ‘holy shit, she’s NOT going to move/??? what do????’ because THEY ARE SO USED TO EVERYONE MOVING FOR THEM
when i was younger my grandpa drew this on a piece of paper,
and he asked me how i, as the red circle, would get around the two people (black circles) if i was walking down the street.
so of course i came back with
moving out of the way for them as i walked.
he asked me if i thought men would do the same and, at the time, i did because i thought it was just common courtesy. but he told me that men would barrel straight through without giving a shit and that i should do the exact same. because i was the one walking and they were the ones in the way. so that’s exactly what i do.
Whenever I fly down to visit my parents, I inevitably have at least one flight where I’m sitting next to a guy who, despite the fact that he’s thin and has plenty of space (while I’m heavier and rather wide, so I don’t) feels entitled to take the entire armrest.
And I, inevitably, work my elbow in behind his and pointedly press against his arm until he’s given up half of it, because fuck you asshole, I deserve armrest space, too.
(I have never had this problem with a woman. When I sit next to women, they either avoid the armrest entirely or they take up about half of it, leaving room for me to use it as well.)
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There is this flooding happening in Norway now and apparently it washed up this really old burial ground, so there is a bunch of century old humans bones floating around right now.Norway - forever the most metal country ever
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Delicious baby cantaloupe for an after school snack
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Le Maroc que j’aime, par Marcel Blistene ; photographie par Louis-Yves Loirat ; preface par Jean Orieux. Editions Sun, Paris, 1977.
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clothed.
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