I am a disabled woman.
I am pro choice.
But every time someone on MY side opens their mouths and tells stories about people aborting their disabled fetuses in order to show why we NEED abortion, I feel sick. I feel betrayed. I feel like my life isn’t worth considering.
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Please scroll through the lists below and choose a pen-pal! These are lists of queer and trans folks in prison who are in search of others to write them.
It is so very important that us on the outside connect with those currently incarcerated. Please donate to this org, or take the time to form connections with our family on the inside.
It’s especially relevant if you look at their chart at how many people are participating in this program. The numbers of new people initiating letters to those in the system has been on the decline, at the exact moment we’ve seen such increase in visibility of queer and trans prisoners in the mainstream media is incredibly disheartening
I sort of feel the burning joyous affirmative righteousness of how awesome it is just to be alive, even on your worst day…you know? It’s a sort of defiance. Suffering is seldom joyful, but expressing one’s capacity for survival almost always is.
It is said that analysing pleasure, or beauty, destroys it. That is the intention of this article. The satisfaction and reinforcement of the ego that represent the high point of film history hitherto must be attacked. Not in favour of a reconstructed new pleasure, which cannot exist in the abstract, nor of intellectualised unpleasure, but to make way for a total negation of the ease and plenitude of the narrative fiction film.
Laura Mulvey’s famous meditation in “Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema”
cocteau said through his films
you must go into the mirror and walk around
i am more inclined to go into the mirror and walk around and set the place on fire so the mirror melts
i think a melted mirror is very pretty in and of itself
Unskilled labor doesn’t exist.
Labor which requires skills that are devalued does.
Example: multi tasking around burning hot, sharp, and heavy machinery in a rapid fire manner?- 7.25 an hour
Sitting at a desk and punching in numbers all day- 20$ an hour.
But like. gotta yank on those bootstraps to succeed or whatever.
Anarchist communities often value and revere “back to the land” attitudes. They fetishize a world after the industrial collapse where we are all riding our bikes everywhere and growing our own food. But that’s not a world I can live in. As a person with a disability, I depend on technology to keep me alive. I depend on my hearing aid, and my mobility chair. I depend on my perscription (sic) drugs to keep my immune system from destroying my spine. I can’t afford to “fuck cars and ride my bike.” Anarchist communities who celebrate able bodies, have bonding and strategizing events in inaccessible locations, adopt mantras like “racism is a DISEASE” and “The revolution will not be motorized” are not welcoming or safe places for me. These ideas of what revolution mean are exclusive, and borrow heavily from eugenicist idealogy. They are rarely criticized, because PWDs (people with disabilities) are humiliated by dominant culture AND by most anarchist culture. It’s not a revolution unless everyone is invited.
THIS SO MUCH THIS
This post is coming round again at almost 9K notes!!!!
and I feel like, despite many anarchists idea that class war is the basis of everything, this dialogue can be very classist.
OH, an alternate way to make friend on tumblr is ‘silently like each other’s personal posts and thereby develop a quiet, very specific camaraderie that consists entirely of the feeling transmitted through notifications’