Funny thing about dyslexia...

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I made a thing! Here’s the trailer for my super gay, super disability inclusive web series! 

Hi kids! A lot has happened since I've been away. First of all I'm dictating this from my phone. I remember when I first started this blog that seems like an impossibility! This really is a world that's moving very fast in a lot of ways. One way it is not moving fast is media depictions of disabled people. I can't Point to just one bad example because they're all bad. From the self-sacrificing prop in "Me Before You" to the 'dares not speak its name' disability hinting in "The Big Bang Theory". Disabled people in media or either a joke or a prop and to advance the story of the able-bodied or Nuro typical protagonist. I for one am sick of it. That is why while I've been away from this blog I've been developing and producing a web series. It's called "symbiotic" it comes out this spring and open TV. I will give everything away but I'll give a few highlights. -All the disabled characters are played by actors with those disabilities. - It shows disabled people living on their own and having a healthy loving relationships and sex lives. - Not all the people in it or white or cis. - it's actually funny and not about hand ringing or wishing we were 'normal'. I'm super excited about it. I'm also super excited restart this blog. I hope you don't mind the shameless self promotion. I hope some if you tune in.

was from when I was a nanny. The two little girls had been reading  the kind of YA novel where the kids have to solve the whole problem themselves because the adults are morons (also known as every YA novel ever.) As I was putting them to bed that night the older girl looked at me and said, “If we told you there was a monster after us you’d believe us.” That is my new standard for trust.

I saw the clouds fly and I thought should I die. What the hell. That was dumb really dumb, fucking dumb, I am a dumb shit. Shit. Shoot. I don’t want to die, not really. Never. Ever. No really. Not really. I want to be immortal. Seriously I don’t want to. Live. No! Die. I just thought live, didn’t mean it. Really didn’t. Trying not to think it, so I thought it. I want to. Live. Live live live live live lve lve lve luve luve Love. I want to LOVE! That’s good. Love is good. I want to love…I do love. It won’t stop death. What the hell, that was dumb, really dumb. Fucking dumb, some cliché shit. Shoot. I saw some clouds fly and fuck it, what’s on TV?

I do realize that I wrote almost the same post last year but serious;y... each time I have play produced it just blows my mind and moves me beyond belief. 

Love you.

The play goes up in the Manhattan Rep on the 31st of this month and runs on the 2nd, 4th, 8th and 10th of August. Book your tickets now by emailing [email protected]

What makes me qualified to graduate from one?

I have trouble with eye contact. I just don’t like it and don’t see a reason to indulge people’s silly insistence on it. Being a paranoid child I used to credit my hatred of the eyes of others with racism. “Why can’t you look in her eyes? Is it because she’s Asian? Why did you even notice that? Why must you hat everyone who doesn’t look like you?” Of course this ignored the fact that I did not like looking in the eyes of my own family. Black, White, Asian, Latino, I could not make eye contact with any of them. It just makes me uncomfortable, I can’t really explain it. Now this has lead a lot of over eager ( if well meaning) people to assume that I have autism. These people are the same kind who I assume think that all this’d kids are dyslexic because they can’t read, and that all people who wear sunglasses are blind. But I don’t fault them. I just laugh at them with my autistic friends while maintaining a comfortable level of eye contact (none whatsoever).