So where to begin? How far back into this summary of bad things do we go to justify the request for aid? Given the climate (a joke you’ll get later), I think we’ll start in January of 2017. 8 Years ago, as Trump was getting ready for his first term, I was targeted by the terrorist organization, The Proud Boys. It started on Twitter, and quickly spread to every facet of my life. Thousands of violent rape and death threats were flooding in, and then things started showing up in the mail to my apartment in Los Angeles. I had to shut down everything, all of my work, and basically go into hiding. There was no way for me to pay my rent anymore, I was already struggling to afford the medications I need, and since there’s no fund for people who lose their entire life to terrorists, and my whole family is dead, I was desperate to escape.

I was incredibly lucky to during this time to make some friends who lived in France. After years of being stalked and begging for table scraps, I made it out here at the end of 2019.

And then Covid hit. And then the FOSS project I was working for fucked me over (as FOSS projects are want to do). And then an old guy in the village I lived in started stalking me, only to then kill himself after confronted multiple times about it. And then my health got worse. I’m sure I’m skipping some stuff.

And then in October of 2024, Hurricane Kirk hit northern France, and flooded the cheap house I was renting.

The cats were safe despite there being no door to block the staircase to the first floor, I could only stack some boxes and hope they didn’t get curious. I had to wade through in the morning to get my dog out to potty. Then immediately scrub myself of the sewage and petrol water. Was grateful that friends had some waders I hoisted up through a window so I could get out again without getting in the water and get my pets out (second image above).

The great thing about being a renter is that there’s nothing anyone will do for you. Can’t find a place to stay? Too bad! Can’t find a place the same price as your old place? Too bad! Want help? Too bad! And this is with renter’s insurance, before anyone gets uppity.

I was “lucky” enough to find a $2000+/month Airbnb in a nearby city that would allow pets. There’s nothing else anywhere remotely nearby. The bathroom is full of mold. Things are broken. There are crumbling cracks in the wall. There’s no shower fixture. And the hosts are bonkerballs Christians who tried to kill me.

My health was of course not reacting well to being reduced to few boxes for the fifth time in my life. I started having very bad asthma attacks. I tried to call my friends for help, but they were busy and called my Airbnb hosts to call me an ambulance. Instead of doing that, the husband came up here and prayed over me to Jesus, touching me and holding on to me, while I was on the floor barely breathing asking for an ambulance.

I had 3 more attacks after that in quick succession over the following weeks. I’ve also been in pain due to other issues probably about 8 hours out of every 24. The same condition causes me to fall down randomly.

My current situation is this:

• There have been no apartments or houses to rent in the village I was living in, the place with the only people in the country I know.
• There are no suitable apartments or affordable homes to rent where I am now.
• I am not in a safe situation with my health and being away from the only people I know.
• I will need surgery soon and need a place to live that will accommodate that.
• I cannot leave the country, as this is where the cheap healthcare is, I couldn’t afford to go anywhere else, and it would ruin my visa and immigration status.
• There is a chance I can eventually move back into the house I was renting, but there’s no telling when it will be fixed or when the next flood will destroy it again as it is right next to a river and we have been in constant flood warnings for months.

As you can tell from this blog being silent for about a year, I was already struggling. Things were already pretty bad. And then a goddamn flood happened. When I tell you I would love to be writing right now I really would be. And not blog posts where I have to keep trying to remember details of why everything is horrible.

All I can do right now is keep scraping Airbnb money together while I search for permanent housing. And the thing about housing is that I have no income and am not allowed to work here, and thus have to offer multiple months rent up front to get anyone to consider renting to me.

So my options are:

• Continue to ask for lots of money per month while I continue to search for somewhere I can feasibly rent that isn’t going to flood.
• Be stuck moving back into a house that probably won’t be safe and will flood again sooner or later. (It was really upsetting and I don’t think I can handle this kind of thing again.)
• Start some sort of cryptoscam to raise funds to afford a house.
• I don’t know, I was hoping to have a fourth option but I can’t think of anything right now.

If you’ve read all this, wow, thank you. I may edit this later to add or clarify things, as I am in a perpetual state of burnout and everything is chaos so my writing may not be clear or useful.

Here are the ways to help me keep my pets safe and fed and enable me to keep going:

• http://paypal.me/ginnymcqueen : one time payment
• http://ko-fi.com/ginnymcqueen : one time payment
• http://patreon.com/ginnymcqueen : monthly subscription
• http://pay.ginny.today : direct monthly subscription

I can’t promise I’ll be updating any of my writing projects regularly until I have a place to live, but I’m trying.

And if you have already helped me, thank you so much. I’ve been relying solely on help from a few close friends and the mutual aid network on fedi. I will update this page with any news or goals reached.

Thank you. <3

(I will update alt text shortly, and try to work out any website bugs, need to goto bed!)

last update: January 28, 2025