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oh my freaking lord i love these writings so much and oh god now i’m going to be on tumblr and livejournal and whatever the hell else all night.
which would document (make a directory of?) accessible tumblr themes with pros and cons, point out unaccessible features in various tumblr themes, suggest ways to fix the unaccessible features (code and customization, if possible), and so on.
i really want to do this…
signal boost. no spoons to say more.
Found an image. FINALLY. Only on page SIXTY FOUR of the search results. Seriously, it’s really sad that I have to look THAT HARD for an image that actually EMPOWERS autistic people instead of makes them feel like shit.
I’m searching for an image to go with a piece by an autistic self-advocate and I want something autisticly empowering (does that even make sense?). The image must be free to use with no legal ramifications. I’ve been searching on Flickr under the Creative Commons License but I’m not really getting anywhere with this particular piece.
A fat woman standing in line at the grocery store does not want to be the target of endless silent judgment and raised eyebrows about what is and isn’t in her cart, what she unloads onto the belt, how she moves, how she dresses. She does not want to be the stand-in symbol for evil and greed and nasty, dirty things. She doesn’t want to be a fetish, either, she doesn’t want to be stared at by people who are mentally undressing her and thinking about how she looks. Maybe she just wants to be neutral. Maybe she just wants to be another person standing in line at the grocery store, neutral, not standing for anything, just another body in the store. She might not feel that way all the time; maybe some days she thinks it would be nice if someone gave her an admiring glance. But sometimes, you just want to stand in line and not be a symbol.
They also belong in neutral places, where you might expect to see a standard, ‘generic’ body used for colour and added depth, because fat people are standard too. Fat people belong there, in the sidebars and the crowd scenes and everywhere else, the places you would expect to find them in real life; fat bodies belong in settings so neutral that they are unremarkable and do not need to attract comments one way or the other, because that, too, is part of the fight for liberation. To be unremarkable, not the subject of intense scrutiny or attention because you just are, just like all the other people in a scene.
I imagine tuning in to a favourite television series and seeing a fat character casually depicted on screen, with no particular messaging embedded in that character. That is a depiction of fatness I want to see every bit as much as a specifically positive, fat-friendly presentation.
” —s.e. smith, The Coding of Fatness (via amatteroftiming)The Womanifesto: First day of classes and a professor has already pissed me off.
WTF! And he has a PhD.
If you are a student with any kind of disability at WKU, you have to give your professors a form at the beginning of the semester notifying them of any accommodations you need. They always mention this part when they go over the syllabus. My professor today says “If you have any disabilities, make…
I feel like we could all have fun snarking about exactly what fraction of a person we each are…are people with multiple disabilities a smaller fraction?
Zora Neale Hurston (via funkchunk)
POWERFUL QUOTE.
(via she-hulk-smash)
I hate disability-shaming. It’s like no one gives a fuck about it. Okay, so this man was born with no arms and no legs and he does all this stuff like play soccer, swim, and play golf? Cool, that’s one badass motherfucker.
But who is he to go around saying shit to people like ARE YOU GOING TO BE STRONG TOO?? (basically) Like fuck you, your internalized ableism is showing. And fuck you, people who are like HE IS SO ~INSPIRING AND BRAVE~, your ableism is showing, too.
Not all disabilities are the same. Not everyone who is disabled has the same capabilities, and it has nothing to do with how weak or strong you are. I know I couldn’t fucking play soccer or swim unless I wanted to be in incredible pain due to my osteoarthritis and fibromyalgia. So does that make me weak? NO.
And we are not ~inspiring and brave~ for doing shit non-disabled people can do, we are just trying to live our motherfucking lives to the most normal capacity that each of us can. It’s got nothing to do with bravery, cut that shit out.
Also: all this applies to psychological disabilities too. It doesn’t have to be physical.
yes yes yes YES YES YES YES!!!
Hey all, I’m one of a group of students working to create a Disability Cultural Center on my campus, similar to the Women’s Center and GLBTQ center. Like the page and pass it on please!
A lot of people seem to implicitly think that racism, misogyny, and homophobia are fairly rare things in our society. The corollary to this is that racist beliefs are only held by racists, and racists are the sort of extreme aberrations from mainstream society who burn crosses on people’s lawns. So when you say that what person X said is offensive, they think “No way! Person X wouldn’t burn a cross.” I think this is where “it wasn’t intended to be offensive, so it must not be offensive” comes from.
This worldview presents a double whammy, because even if you can convince them something is technically problematic, it’s not related to any systematic problems in our society, so it’s still no big deal.
” —A comment by Autumn Harvest on No Cookies For Me: Blatant Sexism *Isn’t* Benign, Thank You… (via cultureofresistance)The late Jonathan Larson singing “Will I?” from his composer demo of RENT.
omg perfect <3
I remember the first conversation I had with someone about my mental health. I was seventeen, too young at the time to understand that it was actually my mental health and not some character flaw that made it impossible to tackle the simplest of problems. My life was filled…
I often wondered if fathers of diabetics thought the same thing, “Seriously! Why can’t you just regulate your insulin LIKE A NORMAL PERSON.”
^ sums up all my feelings towards everyone else’s feelings towards mental health and autism.
ohmylord this speech. THIS SPEECH.
Every stress sent me into a fit of tears. I couldn’t look at any problem, however big or small, as being anything less than The End of The World.
Um. Hi. This is Cara, I think I might be living your life.
Isn’t it cute when she pretends that she just can’t buck up and be in a better mood?
“Just think positive!” “Just STOP CRYING!” If only it were that simple….
Yes, I take medication. I will always take medication. And yet, I run a successful business. I wrote a book that made the New York Times bestseller list. Forbes named me one of the most influential women in media. 1.5 million people follow me on Twitter. And I will stand here and tell you that all of that success was made possible because of those meds. Am I crazy to admit that? It doesn’t matter.
If I wasn’t on meds, I’d still be crying every day, my eyes would still be red and raw 24/7. If I wasn’t on meds, I wouldn’t have ever viewed college as a cool place to be. If I wasn’t on meds, I would still be in my dorm room, crying and crying and crying and calling my mom and crying and sobbing “PLEASE COME TAKE ME HOMEEEEE!!!” If it wasn’t for meds, I would’ve run back to NY as fast as I could…and cried some more when I realized that wasn’t going to fix the problem. Meds made me feel like myself again. So don’t tell me I shouldn’t be on meds. I can function like a “normal” human being now, all because of the meds.
ohmylord THIS SPEECH. I think this is the closest thing I’ve ever read to my own issues, especially the college part.
[Content warning: Mentions of violence towards PwD, both external and internal. Passing mention of the R-word and of a cat dying.]
I think sometimes when we talk about “passing” versus visibility we forget what that really means, what it is really about. We forget that it means a choice between being safe in the out there instead of being safe in the in here.
It’s a process of making a difficult choice for some of us. Which will destroy us sooner- the violence that others do to us or the violence we do to ourselves? How long do we defend ourselves from the violence that other people send us before we end up destroying who we are inside? Can we live in a world where we can be safe in our own heads without endangering ourselves from the violence of others?
New blog post for Cracked Mirror in Shalott.
brilliant as usual, sav. i will definitely take away a lot from this one as i’ve been thinking a lot about internalized ableism lately.
also your cat was named tribble omgamazing. #trekkie
