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The wisest wizard meeting the strongest geomancer:

i feel sometimes theres this artificial choice made between either seeing autism as a disability OR as a neurotype to take pride in, & like the assumption that people who see it as a neurotype aren't disabled by it / people who see it as a disability don't take pride in it and just want it to be cured. im simply too much of a cripple for this binary i feel because i see no reason why we can't acknowledge it is disabling AND it is a neurotype one can take pride in. "disability" does not imply Wretched Curse We Must Eliminate.

the thing about caring about ableism and fighting for disability rights, is that you can't center it about just your disabilities. i'm not d/Deaf. i still care whether an event has sign interpreters. i don't have photosensitive epilepsy. i still think that strobing lights are 99% of the time totally unnecessary and serve as a needless barrier to photosensitive people. i can transfer to a toilet mostly independently. i still think that public accessible bathrooms should have lifts and adult changing tables in them. you can't stop your disability activism where it stops benefitting you. that's not activism. that's selfishness

why do US patriots think they own "red white and blue" there's a lotta red white and blue flags out there. "i stand for the red white and blue" yass me too let's go costa rica 🇨🇷🇨🇷🇨🇷🇨🇷 let's go laos 🇱🇦🇱🇦🇱🇦🇱🇦 fuck it up liberia 🇱🇷🇱🇷🇱🇷 nepal get triangular with it 🇳🇵🇳🇵🇳🇵

you know how in greek myths people who die tragically sometimes get placed among the stars by the gods?

call that

call that a

Its okay, take your time

constellation prize

in my defense they did not specify the order in which i was allowed to take my time!

there are teenagers whose parents met on tinder

"um what about grindr" I'll be honest i thought grindr was a few years younger than tinder but nope, it's the other way around. there are 17-year-olds filling out college applications whose parents met on grindr. huge win for the gays

used to live in a college town that was huge on sports. 80% of small talk was sportsball and so i developed an Evil Habit: whenever the conversation inevitably turned to the upcoming Big Game i would act excited and then confused. I would earnestly insist they had the details wrong. "the game next Saturday? don't you mean the Thursday after? playing against the [predator species]? no we're playing against the [other predator species]." And so on. i would draw this argument out for as long as feasibly possible, until eventually someone would pull out their phone to prove to me my wrongness. At which point I would squint exaggeratedly at the screen, slap my forehead in an eureka moment, and exclaim "oh you meant the MEN'S team!!! are they doing a game? that's nice."