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I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston.

I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible.

Wheel like you’re gonna win the Indy 500 and don’t care how.

Your crutches are short swords; walk like you can see them buried in the bodies of anyone who crosses (in front of) you.

I used to regularly volunteer at a comicon, and the first day of my first year it took me ages to get anywhere because nobody would ever get out of my way, no matter how politely (and loudly) I asked. Women would usually move, but men would just stand there, look at me, ~50% of the time glance at my chest, then look away again without moving.

Then I got told that some older guy had been trying to chase the women and younger guys out of the lines at the signing tables and I saw red.

It was only after I’d finished giving this miserable gatekeeping shitwangle a thorough telling off (as the strange bastard offspring of a deputy headmistress and a building site foreman, I’m good at that) that I realised I’d made record time from the reception area where I’d been asked to deal with the complaint, at one end of the site, to the signing tables.

I walked back like I was on my way to put the fear of Lucy into somebody deserving, and people got out of my way without even seeming to think about it. I didn’t have to say a word.

Disabled people’s lives aren’t tragedies. Inspired by Nadina LaSpina.

During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.

On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.

In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, "Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”

Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a "sinner" and already dead to her, and that she wouldn't even claim his body when he died.

“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, "Oh, momma. I knew you’d come", and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, "I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.

Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him

and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.

After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family's large plot.

After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.

Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, "They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here'd come the money. That's how we'd buy medicine, that's how we'd pay rent. If it hadn't been for the drag queens, I don't know what we would have done", Ruth said.

Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family's plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.

omg my apologies to the sarah community!!!

You can either watch it on the 7Plus website or you can go on BMX.Net and go to replys, click BB:AU and you want season 12 (the most recent season where they changed the format to be more like bbus, the other seasons use the house nominations/public voting format)

The tags we used when it was on TV was bbau and bbaus