{{bonny}} I'm sorry you are going through this again. Understanding doesn't lesson the loss. Peaceful thoughts headed your way. I'm sure Niki is comforted by your love.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Lots of ~ma for you and Niki, bonny.
All ~ma for Niki.
Oh, {{{{bonny}}}}.
Thinking of you and Niki.
ma~~~ for Niki
erika - sounds like a great project. I can see where it would feel un-empowering, though. But at least it's going to be a great record of how things both have, and have not, changed. That can only make activism easier. And this week a friend and I have been dealing with the nay-sayers and their "disability isn't an issue anymore" stuff. (A parallel to women who say they hate "those feminists who shout about sexism when everyone knows we're equal by now, aren't we?" and simiar.) And it's so depressing when you know (and are constantly reminded of) how little progress has been made towards real inclusion in society. But at the same time - well, things are improving, if only slowly. I may be fighting battles to get my PhD application considered on the same terms as that of non-disabled students, but at least the law supports me there (if I can just get the university to follow it). But - yeah. I can see how the project would be both hopeful and depressing. Where's the archive going to be, by the way? I'd love to get access to that sometime, if it's online!
This podcast in particular made me think of you, with features on disability and art and gay marriage. [link]
Ooh, all my favourite things in one place! I read Bitch Magazine sometimes, but I need to subscribe so I don't miss this stuff. Thanks for the tip!
{{{bonny}}}
/this post brought to you by "I'm too tired to sit upright, but dude do I want to hang out here with you people anyway," and the subsequent explanation of my writing making no sense. And the letter Q.
~ma for you, bonny.
Argh. Put neurologists appointment in my calendar at 10am. To make sure I'd get here in time for 10:40 appointment. Got here at 9:55. Said "here for my 10 appt!" and they clued me in I was almosdt an hour early. Doh! And battery is running out and no book. Aaagh!
Hairpats for Seska.
And erika, I hope that project doesn't eat you from your bottom.
Eh, it's easy...sometimes boring(gov't documents, anyone?) but important, and more important for me right now, it's a thing with a beginning, a middle, and an end...which I don't often have since I've been doing the ink-stained wretch thing.Some of these documents look like hot buttered ass, though, cause they've been copied into so many different formats...somebody's gonna have to be a real wizard to make that website look good(not me...I'm thrilled when all my copying and pasting works!) Seska, it should all be online sometimes this summer...will definitely link. It's weird...I appear to be the whole Arizona team. Which, partially, I don't want, but brings out all my Virgo conviction that that is one way to be sure it's done properly. But, yes, I absolutely wish more of the stories felt like stuff from The bad Old Days, but mostly, those are public accomodation stories(and I almost wrote "pubic accomodations" which we all know can't be legislated.(smirk) It kind of reminds me of my short volunteering stint with ACLU, reading letters from prisoners. Because some of them tell every sad thing that happened to them in their whole life(and, like the prisoners, there are a LOT,) and they don't know what to say, and think they need special writin' words, but what they really want is someone to *listen*, god damn it, and resist all impulses to fix their mistakes. Although I'm a Buffista, so I bet I get a rash.