A PSA For People Who Are Sick of Crowdfunds

Because SAME

Trust me, I understand because SAME.

I despise that we live in a society where folks have to put their trauma on display in the hopes that kind strangers can help them meet basic needs.

What’s your reason?

Nevermind, lemme stay focused.

Today I want to talk about folks who crowdfund for survival.

It’s me. I’m folks.

Here are a handful of insights about us:

🌱 If we don’t hustle online DAILY, then our ask is quickly forgotten.

🌱 When we quit asking, it’s probably because we’re exhausted and demoralized. It’s rarely because our need has been met.

🌱 We have recurring basic needs every damn month.

🌱 We often only ask for help with ONE financial fire although we have several that are about to consume us.

🌱 Crowdfunding for basic needs is not “easy money.” We pay in ways that you will never understand.

Here are a handful of tips to help a person who crowdfunds for survival:

💸 Give what you can

When it comes to collective community care, $5 or $10 makes an impact.

💸 If you can give more, do it.

If your belief is “I can’t give THAT amount of money” then I have fantastic news. Yes you can.

💸 Help people before their situation becomes dire.

It’s satisfying for certain people (not everyone, stop that) when they can swoop in and be a savior. This type of help isn’t for our benefit.

💸 Help people without being asked.

If you know a person is on the struggle bus month after month, then offer to send support on an ongoing basis.

💸 Help people for as long as they need it.

Only a colonized society would put a cap on the amount of care that we can ask for, receive or share with one another.

And please understand that the *second* we’re able to support our own needs, you’ll know.

If you made it this far and continue to believe that…

❌ People ask too much
❌ People need to learn a lesson
❌ People should be able to do it on their own

…then please remove your musty energy from their community and leave them the fuck alone.

Start with mine.

The community help I receive are little “lifeboats of support” that help me not drown.

No matter how strict my budget is, the math will neva’ math. Community care is the only reason I’m not homeless again.

Ask for help if you need it. Help folks if you can.

This is not how we’re meant to live.