The Affliction Fiction
My friend Elle is writing about disability at The Affliction Fiction. She’s super eloquent, informed, and has extremely good things to say about stuff like systemic ableism. She also writes about Continue Reading →
My friend Elle is writing about disability at The Affliction Fiction. She’s super eloquent, informed, and has extremely good things to say about stuff like systemic ableism. She also writes about Continue Reading →
Polly Gillepsie’s column about disabled parking spaces and toilets proves why she was called a moron by a man in wheelchair. What an unbelievably entitled and uninformed person.
Bear with me. Here’s some facts. Feminism isn’t mainstream. I might happily convince myself it is, in my lovely liberal left-leaning bubble. I might go days thinking that everyone understands and cares Continue Reading →
I’m at the risk of repeating myself. I basically wrote this exact thing a year ago when Stella Young died. But it comes up for me time and again. I hate being Continue Reading →
At my high school, attention-seeking was up there with the other two worst things you could be accused of, which were being frigid or being a slut. We were not encouraged to express any Continue Reading →
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my prognosis lately. Like most disabilities and illnesses, how things progress is individual and uncertain. But if it all goes downhill, I want to Continue Reading →
A new study has linked depression with a 30% increase in inflammation in the brain. That’s kinda massive.
TWs. I’ve been thinking about the fight for the right to die. To me, it’s become a question about the right to live.
I’ll be taking a little break from the blog, from now until early January. I wanted to say happy holidays, a huge thank you, and highlight a couple important things Continue Reading →
‘The pain of women turns them into kittens and rabbits and sunsets and sordid red satin goddesses, pales them and bloodies them and starves them, delivers them to death camps Continue Reading →