Transgender Warrior Princess

Hi all, Allison here. I’ve been away for a bit. I had a mental break on 9/29, and ended up going to the ER, and then to a mental hospital. I got home today. I am home for a few days, and then I am going to a rehab, for alcoholism, for 28 days. My mental issues and my repeated relapses with alcohol, especially the latter, need to be addressed in a more intensive and longer inpatient setting than I’ve done to this point. While in rehab, I will again be cut off from social media, the internet in general, and all news media. It was necessary while I was in the mental hospital, and I am going to make every effort to keep it that way while am home briefly before rehab (aside from this post). I’m taking an absolute break from all of it until I know I have my head on straight. In the meantime, the friend of mine who stepped in while I was out (as Charlie, which was brilliant) is going to be an admin of the page and will make posts on behalf of it (either with Charlie as their moniker, or however they choose to identify themselves 😉). Not to the degree that I’ve been, of course, but I trust them with whatever they want to post or share. And I will try to stay in touch with them from rehab, and thus in touch with all of you as well, as much as I can be at this point in my life. My goal is to be In a place where I can reenter the fold and run the page as I have been, hopefully soon after I am home from rehab, but I won’t rush back into it before I am certain I am ready. I love you all, and I hope to return soon. I’ll be here in spirit, always. Keep up the fight. 💖🤘🏻🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 -Allison Laochaire-

Hi all, Allison here! Today I made the choice to leave rehab about a week early, so I am home now. It was a decision I put a lot of thought into over the past few days. I felt I had gotten all I would from my time there, and was feeling "done", for lack of a better term. It is a great facility, and the staff and patients were wonderful, and I got a lot out of the stay; I met and became friends with great people on their own similar journeys, and I learned a lot from the classes, but I decided it serves me better now to come home and focus on intensive outpatient therapy, which I will be setting up on Monday. I've looked back through your responses to Charlie's wonderful posts, and it truly warms my soul to know so many people care about my well-being. It is a big reason I was able to pull this off. A huge motivation. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart, for this, and for sharing in my crazy life. It's a pretty cool life. I feel I am on the right course now, and I have every intention of staying on it. 33 days sober, and counting, and I feel for the first time that I am strong enough to make it stick. After this post, I intend to stay off of here for a while longer, as I get acclimated to the new routine, and return to work. I will be back, though. I'm sure Charlie will drop in every so often, though. 😊 Love you all! 💖💖💖 ~Allison~

FIF! Last weekend, I got out of rehab for alcoholism, after a 20-day stint there which followed a 10-day stint in the mental hospital. My October 2025 was very strange. It is kind of like I came back from a different planet. One which was very cut off from the lunacy of current events. Many things have fallen into place since I got home; I got my paid leave payments, my job is safe and I go back to it after next week, and I even realized I lost some weight while in rehab. I'm struggling a bit to get back to routines at home, but I'll get there. It has been a very positive experience overall, and a long time coming, as I've struggled with alcohol for quite a while. I feel well now mentally and physically, and I feel strong. I feel life in me. Today is day 39 sober and counting. I've had long sober streaks before, but this one feels different. It feels like, after everything I just went through, this one is going to stick. Also, I dyed my hair before going to rehab and I adore the new color.

So, I had kind of a weird October. These screen grabs from my Facebook page explain what went down pretty well. I wrote the first between my mental hospital stay and rehab, the second last weekend, and the third today. It's been a ride.

Sometimes the darkness will show you the light.

Charlie and Allison

This is from an ad for some kind of astrology thing, I don't click on ads, but I snagged this because it is wonderful. I mean, why would I take the test? You already told me I'll marry James next year. Probably should have waited till I paid.

There are definitely more assholes than either of us want to know about, unfortunately.

I think he wants food… 😅

It is Sunday, and it is noon. It is kind of dark and dreary out, but I left my windows open overnight and it is delightfully chilly in my apartment. I am still laying in bed, cozy and not wanting to change that. I should probably get up, but I don’t really have a particular reason to. I briefly got up earlier and took my meds and peed and fed Charlie, who is also laying in bed, curled up. I should probably get up, not be naked, have some coffee, and perhaps close the windows because it may be a little cooler in here than I intended. But this is so nice. A bit gloomy, but in a way that I enjoy.

It is Sunday, and it is noon. It is kind of dark and dreary out, but I left my windows open overnight and it is delightfully chilly in my apartment. I am still laying in bed, cozy and not wanting to change that.

I should probably get up, but I don’t really have a particular reason to…

Lap Charlie.

I should probably post more on here. I spend most of my time on Facebook just because I can do more with it, but I need to cross-post at least some things. It's just kind of a pain because of the limitations this platform has.

I exist out of spite.

Hey Margie! Glad you found me!

It really isn't as bad as it sounds, since I am pretty much just chilling on the light rail or bus for most of it, but the additional two hours yesterday was a little wild. I've had to deal with more difficult situations in my career. I couldn't handle this more than once or twice a week, though.

Cool photo I took on the way back into Seattle last night.

This is my route to/from work, one day a week, via public transit. If there are no delays, it takes about three hours, on the light rail and two buses. Yesterday, on the last leg, there was an accident on I-5 and we crawled along for a long time. It took five hours, and I got to work at 10am. 😅

The hour is later than you think.

Got my "AL" tattoo touched up, and got my new "TWP" tattoo, this past weekend. I love them so much!!

Finishing up the work week...

Made myself a profile photo to use for a few different things. I like it.

Haven't posted on here in several weeks. I got the job I interviewed for, started work on July 16, love the job and the people, but then got covid the next week and it knocked me on my ass. I'm finally 100% again. And also 40 days sober today.

I'm still posting over on Facebook way more than here, for several reasons, but this is the fallback if - when - things truly go south for the leftist and queer pages over there. And it is coming.

Had the best job interview of my life today.

I hate that I have to do this, but I really need help financially, so I set up a GoFundMe. I've put the link to it in the comments. I would be forever grateful and in your debt if you can afford to contribute anything at all. It adds up. I'm looking for an amount I'm embarrassed to admit, but since it looks like I may not get any unemployment benefits, I'm really, really desperate. It will be 7/13 before the you-know-what hits the fan, but the sooner I can hit the mark, the better. I'm starting out with $3,000 because that's actually all it will let me ask for at first (which, I mean, is understandable, that's already a lot of money). In the meantime, I have an interview on 6/11 and a lot of other jobs I've applied for, and I will keep that up. But even if that job pans out, I likely won't get my first paycheck soon enough to avoid utter chaos in mid-July. I love you all, truly, whether you contribute to this or not. You've helped hold my mind together in some rough times, and I owe everyone a debt of gratitude for supporting me how you have. I hate that I have to ask for money, but I have to ask for money. Thank you all in advance, not just for any money you may give, but to all of you who have shown me such love and support over the past year. It has kept me going and I think it will continue to do so. Even if I kind of lose my mind here and there. ~Allison~ 💖

Please look at the alt text for details. This is my GoFundMe link. Short story is I lost my job in April and I'm kind of screwed come July regardless of whether I have a job by then or not. So, any help is greatly appreciated. Love you all. 💖

gofund.me/cb6af25f

It is 11am and I am just now awake. I had an increasingly terrifying dream this morning which involved being attacked by alien aircraft, and yet, at every opportunity I had to wake up and not have to cower in fear, my brain chose the dream over the bullshit of the real world. I am depressed. I don’t want to deal with the crap I need to deal with. Somehow, the things in my actual life feel far scarier that that dream did, even though it was terrifying. I don’t want to get out of bed. I don’t want to do any of it. I want to go back to sleep and return to that battle instead.

Now is the time to resist

Haven't posted on Bluesky in a few days. I was too busy having a mental breakdown and pulling out of it and freaking out a bunch of people on Facebook. 😅

I'm ok. I'm still alive. I'm not going to give up. But it has been a bit of a roller coaster of a couple days for me mentally.

Indeed.

A cop who I do not know in a town where I do not live just pulled me out of the crowd to tell me that I bear a striking resemblance to somebody who left a note on a cop's Cybertruck that says "I hope you die" in a different county. He referred to that as an "attack", which it fucking isn't. When I demanded to see the picture he claimed he didn't have it and told me to email him for it. He then admitted that the person was wearing a mask. When I complained to security at the venue he then showed up and told me I looked like a criminal. He never once used the word suspect, just criminal. So what actually probably happened is he saw somebody who was clearly not neurotypical and decided to make an issue out of it. Long story short I am contacting a lawyer and I will most likely be suing for profiling.

I ordered a breakfast burrito. I ate half of it for lunch, and the other half for dinner. I’m a rebel to the max.

I keep trying to convince myself that moving here, leaving Kansas, was important enough to take the risks I took financially. Or, I suppose, *urgent* enough to do it as quickly as I did. I suppose if I were still living there when I got laid off, I might just end up stuck there anyway, so maybe this was still the smarter choice, but it really doesn't *feel* like it right now. It just kind of feels like it was a mistake that's going to bite me in the ass.

I'm so angry. All I can think right now is how none of this should be happening. We shouldn't be on this horrifying path in this country. I don't generally describe anything I feel as actual hatred, but I have it for those who are doing these things and those who support them, in spades.