A Brief Record of Interrupted, Rural Solitude
I expect she is a herald of the woman I will grow into, if I’m lucky, or lazy, or a touch of both.
Read moreI am here to deride your ableist hobbies: your jogging, your yoga-ing, your slouchy posture when you lean against a wall or sit on the ground. the almost majestic way you “take the stairs.” Everyday, I hate these things you do so effortlessly. And every day I envy you them. My first thought is that you are a very selfish person. My second thought is that I am. Subsequent thoughts, if I shared them, would speak of some minor psychosis, so bizarre and twisted and fantastical are they.
You may now be experiencing pangs of shame or pity. Don’t. I mean you no harm. I love you, as a person. You are bright and curious, and your sense of humor keeps me rolling. You’re like my sister, my closest friend. My confidant. I’m relying on you to tough it out, laugh more than you think is appropriate for the subject matter (because I sure as hell am), and always be as real as best you can. That, folks, is what they call a codependent relationship.
WELCOME.
And know, in your heart, that I make this wheelchair look SEXY.
My love for writing and making sense of the odd and obscure inspired me to create this living database of personal experiences and insight presented through poetry, short stories, blog posts and creative fictional writing. As a young woman, my writings aim to address the underlying issues of feminism and portray them in a raw, unfiltered light.
I expect she is a herald of the woman I will grow into, if I’m lucky, or lazy, or a touch of both.
Read moreAs a disabled woman, sometimes I feel myself fixating on my cycle’s ebb and flow, straining at that one intact bit of womanhood that tethers me to some façade of normalcy.
Read moreCreature Comfort The cat’s name is Finch. We sleep together. More accurately, she sleeps on top of me, and I wake up under the weight of her calico-fur coat, blanketed head to toe in sweat. She climbs up on the bed sometime during the night, after the house settles and the only sound is the faint whistle from the air-conditioning. I don’t mind the imposition of her spare warmth, even in the summer months, when…
Read moreI am here to deride your able-ist hobbies: your jogging, your yoga-ing, your slouchy posture when you lean against a wall or sit on the ground. the almost majestic way you “take the stairs.” Everyday, I hate these things you do so effortlessly. And every day I envy you them. My first thought is that you are a very selfish person. My second thought is that I am. Subsequent thoughts, if I shared…
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