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Tag Archives: mcs
Daffodils and Strange Persistence: Crip City Walks, Pandemic Feelings, & Signs of Ever-Unknown Futures
{image description: A thin red notebook, closed, atop my purple writing desk. My left hand touches the notebook, beginning to open it. Cluttered on my desk are stickers to the left of my notebook, a black pen above, and a … Continue reading
Chaotic Fatigue, or Ordinary Humiliation of Disabled Bodyminds
{content note: suicidal ideation} {another note: I wrote most of this piece before the COVID-19 global health crisis was being taken seriously within so-called canada. Meaning, the following exploration of the tedium and humiliation of disabled bodyminds, of moving through … Continue reading
The speech I delivered at The People Phone Ford Rally, with notes on care, rage, disposability, & solidarity
The following is a speech I delivered at The People Phone Ford rally on May 14th, 2019, organized by No One Is Illegal (@nooneisillegal) and co-sponsored by OCAP (Ontario Coalition Against Poverty) (@OCAPtoronto). This was the first time I’ve spoken … Continue reading
Poverty and Isolation are Killing Us: (More, Unending) Thoughts and Conversations on Suicide, Criticism, Responsibility, Purpose, Care, and Love
content notes: suicide (thoughts, attempts, prevention, etc), youth incarceration (mine) An accomplice of mine recently asked me if I had any advice to give or ideas to pass along as he was preparing to facilitate a discussion on suicide and … Continue reading
Won’t You Celebrate With Femme Cripples and Other Storybooks
content notes: incarceration, suicidality, charcoal, cops, racism, colonialism Last November, I tried to go to as many workshops and panels at Naked Heart Festival as I could – these things are extra tough for somebody who is in such tremendous … Continue reading
chalice of the hopeless: new zines & cripple-goth feelings
Being alive today feels like living in an alternate reality. I am astounded to still be on this planet, to still be breathing, to still be writing. I’ve been having my tough times as the colder weather inevitably interferes with … Continue reading
oh my heart it breaks every step that i take
I got a letter in the mail. It said I “meet the program’s definition of disability,” and “We have not scheduled another review of your disability at this time.” No apologies, no thank you for your time, no sorry if … Continue reading
making spaces accessible & scent-free to create opportunities for friendship, connection, & support!
I’ve been telling my pals I’m gonna write a blog entry about Multiple Chemical Sensitivity soon, but have been avoiding it because I don’t like talking about it. But it feels like it’s time now, so I’ll give it a … Continue reading
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