Btw, If You Say You're A System, Or If You Say You're Plural, I Will Believe You. No Matter What. It

It should be illegal to have a bus stop without a bench I am 1000% serious rn

SO TRUE!!

me in class be like: so sorry everyone no it wasn't a hydroflask it was just my cane hitting a chair... then another chair... then a table... then the floor- so sorry!

to my dearest cane: politely, PLEASE stop slipping off tables and making big banging noises. the cafe does not need to think an entire rack of cutlery has hit the floor

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You got an ask earlier about your feelings on homosexuality, and now my curiosity is spiked. How are your feelings on the rest of the LGBT+/queer community? So many people skim over the T in that acronym, though you have written trans women before if I remember correctly (thinking of Sandman specifically)

I think I’m incredibly lucky that, for the last 28 years, one of my best friends has been a lesbian trans woman: she introduced me to, and opened my eyes to, several communities that I would never have encountered that early in my life without her. I’m glad that Sandman meant that people who might otherwise have never met me felt impelled to get in touch, or empowered to change their lives, and that many of those people have become friends over the years. 

I think I’m blessed to have a queer daughter and a bi wife. And I like living in countries where the rainbow spectrum of people is celebrated. 

I think they should have kept the skill checks going in the sex scenes in BG3. Half way through, you critically fail charisma, say the least sexy thing imaginable in baby voice, and your lover is so overwhelmed by irredeemable cringe they ask you to leave.

sometimes i start to slide back into the mindset of "what if I'm not really disabled and I'm just faking it" or "what if everything could be cured by just doing x, y, z" etc.

and then i remember that during lockdown in 2020 i spent 6 months — like every single minute of that six months — focused on taking care of my health and doing everything right

i slept 8+ hours, i drank lots of water, i got a decent amount of (non-straining) exercise, i went for walks and got fresh air, i ate balanced meals, etc. etc.

and my health got worse.

i did everything right, continuously, for months, and was still disabled. there is literally nothing i could have done to "fix it". i'm not faking it, i was alone (mostly) and trying to convince myself that everything was fine, and i was still in debilitating pain.

everything has been so much better with disability aids. having my cane has been life-changing. using sensory aids, life-changing! a non-disabled person wouldn't benefit this much from disability aids!!!

i think this is coming up again for me because I've become a relatively well-known person on campus for disability (and queer!) issues, and despite having all of my lived experience and the drive to deal with things, i still feel underqualified.

there are other people who are "more disabled", or have "been disabled" longer than me (since things were really only dealt with during lockdown after my experiment, it's only been like 3-4 years with a diagnosis). sometimes i feel like i'm taking away an opportunity from someone that would be more qualified to do things.

logically though, i'm not. most of these things i have either started myself, or other people have convinced me to get involved with because i seem "qualified" to talk about it. I've had four meetings this week about campus accessibility, people actively seek me out to ask questions, i do regularly deal with ableism and inaccessibility even if it's to a lesser extent than some other people — but the stuff i'm doing is to help everyone, not for personal gain. i'm not pretending to be disabled for selfish reasons. there are clear access barriers that directly affect me as well and i am doing everything in my power to take them down.

anyways you can't really fake being disabled, especially not to yourself. ;)

My cats have this meow that means "please come with me to fix this" after which they'll lead me to the problem in question, usually a empty (or 'empty') food bowl or a closed door they want open. They look at the 'problem', they look back at me, clear message.

What fascinates me is how this illustrates what they percieve as being in the realm of my 'power.' I control the food, I control the door, sure, but my cats love to sit on the balcony in the sun, and it has happened plenty of times that on a rainy day they come get me, go to the balcony and show me... the rain. "Please fix this" they say. "Please get rid of the wet"

"Silly kitty," I say, "I can't control the rain." I then walk into the shower and turn on the rain.

look! someone got hit in the boingloings

NASA released the clearest pictures yet of our neighbours in the solar system

Oh and of course us

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