Poverty Sucks 1 Year Anniversary!

And Chile, What a Year...

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It’s my Poverty Sucks 1 year anniversary!

And hold on - $10,000 in revenue?

My poverty brain can’t comprehend that number. What do you mean?!

MA’AM PLEASE.

The only time in life I’ve seen 10k is when my Mom died and her life insurance paid out 30k - one year of her salary. She despised that place and yet, that’s where she spent the last years of her brief life. That was the only job she could find after her own business closed and, she needed to survive.

Capitalism can burn to the damn ground.

I’m so sorry, Ma. You deserved better.

What did I spend the money on?

• Cremation services($5,000 - no funeral at her request)

• A new 2001 Honda ($10,000)

• Past medical debts ($12,000)

• A cross country road trip to Sedona to spread her ashes ($2,000)

• An LL Bean shopping spree for comfort sweaters ($1000)

And, that was it.

After serving capitalism for 30 years she only had 30k to leave her child.

As I said, to the fuckin’ ground.

That’s why I fight so hard to write a different story for myself.

And yeah, being poor sucks. However, I refuse to hand over my one precious life to a system that doesn’t value my existence beyond the labor I can provide.

I am not the one.

But back to 10k on Substack - yooooo, I did that!

And since I’m breaking down numbers today, let’s talk about the impact that’s had for me financially.

Substack takes 10% which leaves $9,000.

That’s around $750 per month.

That covers two bills - my car insurance ($300) and car payment ($450)

Predatory car loan that preys on poor people, who dis?

I’m unclear if you all know this but uh, I really am a poor. I don’t just write about poverty - it’s actually my current reality.

My goal is to sustain my life with my writing but that takes time (please see above.) People love to slide in my DM’s and tell me to “get a job” and shucks - why didn’t I think of that! Unfortunately I have trash ass C-PTSD from decades of unhealed trauma and my brain is broken which means I’m unable to process new information.

It’s the worst, thanks.

And while I don’t work for capitalism, I do serve my community.

I’m ok with that.

With that said, it’d be cool to share my extensive teachings and have my basic needs covered for the first time in my life.

To celebrate the 1 year anniversary of Poverty Sucks, I invite you (if you have the means and you value my content) to upgrade to a paid subscription or send a gift subscription.

(I recommend sending it to that relative who believes poor people just needed to work harder.)

If you don’t have the resources to spare, I feel you because SAME. I can’t even afford my own Substack. You can always show support by sharing my writing with your networks to help spread the word.

If you want to learn more about Mutual Aid and tangibly invest in my work and my wellness, join my Patreon that just launched!

Want to send a celebratory cuppa coffee? Appreciate you, cute face.

You can do that via “Buy Me a Coffee.”

2024 Goal: To only write about poverty and not continue to live in it.

To close this out, why didn’t my Mom have a funeral? Because I would have been the only one there that genuinely cared about her. She was alone. She didn’t have a supportive family or a community that gave a damn about her.

My own life is a hot trash. However, what I can say for certain is that I have people in my world that care about me - I’d say mayhaps even a handful of you reading this. I’m grateful that community is part of my new story.

Thank you for being here with me.

#PovertySucks