Queer Nightmare

I’m really enjoying the old school shipping sensation of like cobbling Torsewell together from the scraps of a romance-lite improv show. Like it’s not crazy, there’s some rich material there, but we are absolutely polishing little twenty to forty five second nuggets of interaction which are imbedded in two hour long mosaics of an ensemble adventure. The final outcome is immaterial to me, its been a fabulous time rotating a handful of sparkly scenes in my mind and it reminds me of 2012 in a lighthearted way.

The strictly come dancing theme has no right to be as catchy as it is. It's so satisfying.

Everyone understands privacy until a disabled person doesn’t wanna disclose their disability

I don't think any character will ever stick with me as much as ylfa snorgelsson did. there are two types of girls in the world, princesses and monsters, and on the cusp of your teenage years you come to the crushing realisation that the world will be choosing for you which one you get to be.

Annual reminder that our disability is not your halloween costume and yes that includes wheelchairs, prosthetics, crutches, canes and mobility aids as props, and also mimicking limb differences, limping, blindness, delayed speech, and yes even scars and burn make up or fake hearing aids or asylum costumes like straitjackets and stuff. Disabled people are not scary.

You are not “GETTING WORSE IN ART” you are “MALNOURISHED” and need a “GOOD SALMON DINNER”