Click here to support Home — The Foundation to Build Upon by Michon Neal
A Note on My Location: For safety reasons I have provided the zip code of my last stable address. There are people out there that I’d rather not have knowing my current location. But if you’d like to help in some more specific and significant manner, please contact me through cuileffect.com
I’ve always lived a rather difficult live, growing up in poverty, being constantly assaulted and raped from a young age; moving often; taking care of the ill, the neurodivergent, and those less fortunate than myself; and struggling with suicidal ideation after decades of chronic illness and pain.
I am a victim, but I am also a survivor. I am resilient. I press forward. My last name means “Master” and so my family’s mantra has become: The Alliance of Glory: The Masters Endure”.
In the past two years alone, I have had two partners die, gotten diagnosed with at least two additional long-term illnesses, worked at a start-up, spent months in the hospital, started writing for some amazing online magazines, gotten pregnant and delivered a baby after escaping domestic violence, and been made homeless for no discernable reason other than because I was merely “inconvenent”.
Seriously, I got passed over for someone’s cat!
Anyway, I’m asking for enough funds to find a permanent home. The owners of the house I lived in, simply because they didn’t like my sister (my caregiver) took the extreme route of perjuring themselves in court in order to have me evicted.
I have been running on E for the past two years, and even though I am building better and greater, I find myself at a loss in a country that does not give a damn about my Black life.
So today, I’m asking you, on behalf of my family, help us truly start over. Help us find and build that foundation from which we can launch our projects.
From our brainstorming, we came up with four feasible options:
1. Someone financially solvent and morally amazing purchases the house we’re currently in and rents it to us (we’ll cover the repairs and deduct from the rent).
2. Someone financially solvent and morally amazing purchases either this home or another nearby, rents it to us, and then maybe sells it to us when we can afford the down payment.
3. People can find someone here who isn’t fucking racist or ableist, will overlook this racist-ass eviction, that is willing to rent to us.
4. In the event that we cannot find a large enough home, we also just grab an RV for my kids and myself to live out of while my caregiver and their family find a home. Or, if we can’t find one soon enough, we all cram into a large RV instead of a prohibitively expensive hotel until we do find a home.
This home won’t just be for us, because we fully intend to Pay it Forward by helping out our friends and family across this country and across the world. We intend to create and nourish a community, where no one is left behind due to random chance, marginalization, or any other arbitrary circumstance.
That is the only way we can move from the much needed #BlackLivesMatter to truly making #AllLivesMatter.
Well, why should you care and what are the sorts of projects we’re working on?
Who Am I?
Since I appreciate full disclosure, I’m letting it all out in the open: I’m Black (with Irish and Cherokee thrown in to fuck things up further), autistic, aromantic, noetisexual (a new term coined by yours truly), demisexual/asexual (though not a celibate one), polyamorous, Relationship Anarchist, autodidact, relationship fluid (an invention of Louisa’s), disabled, single parent, in poverty, kinky switch/Dom/me, assigned female at birth, synesthetic (most notably visual/touch), intersex, genderqueer, Army brat, survivor of several forms of abuse, left-handed, singleish, and pansexual.
What Have I Experienced?
My disabilities and health conditions consist of endometriosis, Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder, fibromyalgia, eczema, secondary anxiety and depression. I’ve lived in severe poverty for my entire life, including prior, some recent and likely impending homelessness. I’ve had several major surgeries, survived more rapes than I can count, and narrowly escaped stalkers, domestic violence, and murderers. I’ve been writing cuil fiction, my invented intersectional queer and poly genre, for over 16 years. I raise my children non-traditionally with my sister. I’m also a not-quite widow; within months of one another I lost both a former female partner and a current male partner.
What Do I Know?
I attended many schools, majoring in areas as diverse as Drama, Instrumental Music, Choir, Dance, Aviation Maintenance, Teaching and Technology, Brain and Mind Studies (which includes an in-depth integrated approach to the different disciplines dealing with, well, the mind), Women Gender and Sexuality Studies, Objectivism.
Of course, that’s only my education on paper; since the age of 12 or so I’ve also been a voracious self-taught student of history, sexuality, religions, cosmology, philosophy, math, technology; anything that caught my fancy.
I spend the majority of my time presently engaging in fleshing out the many corners of the cuilverse (the fictional, intersectional world of my queer, poly characters); writing on Medium , running Postmodern Woman ; and providing content for groups such as Intersectional Non-Monogamy (another invention of mine) and a few others of intersectional focus.
I’m also a contributor, transcriptionist, social media associate, and speaker for Everyday Feminism; offering a number of courses of varying topics I both have personal and educational experience with. Additionally, I serve as the Digital Content Outreach Coordinator for The Body is Not an Apology.
Want to Meet Me?
Hire me to cuil things up at your event, class, or convention here.
What You’ll Be Helping Me Do
My Latest Project: Unveiling the New, Improved Version of Postmodern Woman
What Postmodern Professional Will Offer: Services by the Marginalized/Trauma-Informed in Exchange for Compensation of Our Emotional, Creative, and Intellectual Labor to the Privileged.
All we ask is to be acknowledged. Let people know we exist.
Instead of booking those more likely to be abusers to speak at conventions and to counsel relationships and to do any of this fucking intense emotional and intellectual labor with marginalized or vulnerable populations, encourage conferences, colleges, and conventions to seek us out first.
The privileged — those most likely to perpetuate or otherwise cover up or be oblivious to abuse — are currently the only ones profiting from these gigs, getting all of the resources and support that rightly belong to the marginalized, the trauma experts, the invisiblized.
Funnel the support our way. Let us create the differences necessary to keep ourselves and one another safe and accountable. The world has been flipped upside down and turned inside out.
Who better to create metanoiac restoration than the true experts, those with experiences beyond that liminal edge, the ones who have built the foundations of the world?
These are our stories and services. May we hold you accountable?
#IAmLilith, Your Accountability/Diversity Counselor
Hire me to do a cuil sensitivity consult.
Not sure if your diverse characters are cutouts or dynamic?
As a minority of minorities, I can certainly provide some insight into whether your story/ies will fall flat or resonate with the populations you’re writing about.
Or hire me as a trauma-informed counselor.
I am uniquely situated to speak on and provide guidance on a variety of issues revolving around relationships, non-monogamy, intersectionality, philosophy, ethics, trauma, abuse, sex, disability, marginalized populations, power dynamics, and much, much more.
Why Choose Me?
There’s a very good chance I’m one of the oddest people you’ll ever come across. I’ve had a highly unusual life and tend to fall into the most marginalized categories of both identities and experiences.
Originally published at www.gofundme.com.