My red blood cell count hasn’t decreased much since my procedure so now I’m freaked out about blood clots or a stroke…long story short if I die on Monday tumblr I ask all of you to make sure my blog remains unaltered and if any Jack and Jill blackademics or Ivory Tower Chican@s write about me that they keep it fuckin real and let the world know I was just a Hyphy Chacalosa and a really sensitive boy who was forced into rage and stoicism so this world didnt swallow me, I generally meant well and even though I wasn’t made for this world I made sure it made room for me.
I also leave all my porn and sex stuff to LYRIC youth
My clothes to houseless san franciscans and trans queers of color ONLY
My negatives to Milo and Jules B.
My stickers and vintage toys to Jelli
My books will be divided amongst bay area poc and then maybe broke white queers after all the good shits been claimed