Policing able-ism with a side of sass.

Feeling like you are being fisted by a giant sandpaper fist because your period started and your vagina has no idea what to do with moisture and bloods not a great lube.

Fiiiiiiinger splints.

Hugs and kisses

And what resources there are. Seriously, I can help.

Mother ducking cops you guys. I don't even. I feel full of rage and anger and bitterness and frustration and fear. I am filled with fear. Because that could start happening here. We criminalize the poor as well. We take their carts and their possessions after we insist we cannot simply house them. It does not shock me that the wheelchair was in poor condition or that it may have had a number of substances spilled on it. But that doesn't justify taking away a person's mobility. This really stabs at a discomfort I have had for a while. It aches. If you happen to live in Boston and you happen to have the spoons or resources to do so please consider making some local noise.  

Finding out you left work an hour early because you couldn’t read digital or analog clocks. Thank goodness I have a supportive and flexible employer. 

Brainfog Saturday. Finally feel well enough to counter protest homophobic bigots annnnnnd I waste spoons having to go back home for my wallet.

[Image: A little gray in the background but most of the image is taken up by the person. The picture is of me a white femme with short purple, pink, and organge hair that is messy and wavy on to and buzzed on the sides. I am wearing a black and white top or dress image doesn’t tell you. I have black glasses and a white face mask. Also, my chest is pretty damn red /image]

I literally dropped the cord in the general area of my computer rather than plugging it in.