my nose is running. throat is burning. hearing and ability to voice is temporarily out the window. my sister who looks up to my brother in an unbelievable way, now knows what he did and why everyone has been crying all week—and had to hear about it for the first time from gossip at school. (i love how my mother was crying for a straight hour and then told my sister is was because she got a C on her progress report card.) and to top it all of, my crip trip to the beach this weekend is a disaster due to miscommunications and hordes and hordes of harley davidson bikers. (why can’t you share myrtle beach, PEOPLE!!?)
but on the flipside, philosophercrip and i decided to get tattoos together this year, hopefully at our first disability pride parade or ADAPT action. (speaking of which, does anyone have the dates for ADAPT??? i’ve heard three different things from three different people?). i’m not sure what i want to get, but hopefully something disability activist-ish. any ideas?
A friend and I were talking about changes and I realize how different I am from just 2-3 years ago:
-I was on my County Teen Republicans board
-I was very pro-war military (grew up on a military base)
-I was extremely hetero
-I was in “Missionettes”, a girl scouts for fundie Christians
-I dated a guy with a Korean fetish
-I loved George and Laura Bush (sat in the front row of his second inauguration…)
-I hated being with disabled people… had one disabled friend and wouldn’t hang out with her in public
-I was the token asian girl among white people
-I was one of those pro-uniform student council types
-I wanted to be a medical model psychiatrist and “help” people
I don’t think you’re supposed to be able to feel a “rut” coming on, or succumb [give in] to it. You’re supposed to find yourself in one and go “Oh. This is what a rut is. Well… damn.”
I can’t believe this summer is over. I miss being able to wake up without my brother mooning me. I miss being able to go to restaurants that don’t have peanut shellings on the floor and pigs on the wall. I miss convenience and choice, whether it’s renting a movie out a vending machine or being able to access anything as long as I have my handy dandy metro card.
I feel a rut coming on. Hopefully it won’t last too long.