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enjoyed my split second of queer disabled pride on the stroke of midnight tuesday into wednesday

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A homemade meme for you all. Happy Disability Pride Month!
Chronic pain is weird because I know my leg isn't broken or anything but my leg when I do too much feels like my bone has been squished in a hydraulic press vertically from the knee down 😓 then the fairies jump on my thigh strings like the strings of a violin (my legs cramp and twitch) I'm pooped and very ow but idk the pain and sensation is very weird and doctors hate when I explain because they say " ??? That sounds like nothing I've ever heard of before just try to walk and exercise on your legs more" like I think I will explode bone and muscle everywhere plz don't make me. Sorry if this is gross description but it's big on my mind because it's every day. I've been having a lower symptom chunk of time recently but it's getting me today. :((( X_X
Love you though! Hope you had an awesome day out there or at least got to see something cool as you angsty stare off into the world.
Crimethinc says in their well known zine
" to change everything start anywhere"
For queer mentally ill and disabled folks there's a lot of steps before the "start" part and a lot of steps continuing through the "anywhere" part.
Our lives are a form
Or formless
We embody stopping starting engine broken check tire pressure fix rest be drained by rest be drained by work be stuck get moving get stuck again like quicksand the system and our bodies together
We are surviving socioeconomic housed/unhoused arrest,
We are enduring familial racist and classist and ableist and fat phobic and queerphobic abuse under the guise of concern/love but misplaced by hegemonic thinking through fear/adherence to white supremacy and capitalism/institutional neoliberal respectability while the world is on fucking fire
While we are targets for the reactionaries' bullets though the chickens are coming well home to roost for them too as Malcolm X says
fuck dead mouthpieces for the rich
the well beyond elusive notion of this so called country giving us what we truly deserve which isn't fucking crumbs anymore.
We want the whole damn bakery and we want more than a Kropotkin themed Panera. Even the elite knows how to sell us the illusion of polite revolution as submission and no one was ever polite to us
When we are well out of the window of tolerance in danger zone 24/7, subjected to worsening conditions for our comrades, the solidarity we have is precious but it is going to persevere provided we can start with just us. Ourselves. Our self care and community care intertwined.
Our friends we love are taking care of aging family and navigating what it means in the muck
Our friends we love who didn't make it who passed on they should still be here surviving with us
Not a single trans person should have died due to ignorant cis shit society gatekeeping the life well lived
Our jobs are misery. The chronically ill online radical queer folks are creating alive internet while the Eye of Sauron of so called Amerikkka uses the shroud of AI and algorithmic surveillance of our behavior to see what tailored ad we wont hate more.
We know this is societal torture. From the way we fight to get surgery and hormones. To the way we get the pittance of mental health care we so desperately need. Even down to our hunger for a just world when the prices and our disordered eating combined make food further out of reach.
Enough is enough. We deserve to live and love despite the horror of it all. Though my insides rage each day. Though my body fails me. Though I have given on front line and have labored in secret I do not boast of anything.
I have no tools or advice that makes fucking sense when I'm going through that shit with you. Other than for a moment that you might not feel alone. That you might be able to reach out if you need someone's ear. That you might be able to learn to trust the people who care most to help should they come around. And should you be able to self regulate in whatever way is accessible to you to feel safe before you get to the
"Start anywhere"
We should not have to work our own queering disabling bodies into the ground for this crumbling capitalistic system or for the affection of the parents who passed on their trauma to us and failed to give us the tools to guard against the despair around us
As that complicated Christian convert political prisoner ( gay) St. Paul might say
---Amen the boomers have their reward
But as for you siblings in radical love,
Live in glorification of you
Explore your gender
Make bad art
Take from the corporate
Act thine wage and give less to what has taken from us
Render unto your comrades their need as you render your own survival needs
Don't forget water and meds and a snack if you can get them reasonably you or from a friend.
Deliver the food so you can eat in overwhelm if you can afford. Forced frugality is economic torture
Share skills and resources and ears
Make music and merriment. Revolutions include dance parties with your stuffies
Masks keep us and others safe. So do vaccines. -----
I grew up every day having to earn the love of my parents while being berated. Primed for abuse many queer disabled folks are, we don't know a life where we are at the forefront to matter and be seen and loved by others authentically and fully.
This is our chance. This is our starting anywhere. This is your banner drop. This is your mic check. This is our being queer and turning the fucking shit up
We're we here fuck we're shit queer up
being bed bound during pride month looking at all of my friends live life to the max thru my phone n i shed a single tear of happiness for them and a single tear of heartbreak for myself

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it's been kind of a rough one, but we are mostly back! i am excited to share another one of Steven C. Wright's poems "Dry Eye Disease as DABDA." check it out and tell us what you think!!!
-mod rem
gonna shamelessly plug my own submission bc I work the socials and I think it eats: "growing up with cleft lip and palate."
also, keep an eye out for our discord server opening up soon! i'll post more about it once it's up <3
-mod remi