I'm a sapphic enby, MCAS and dysautonomia spoonie who likes gardens, beaches, sarcasm, nerds and strong women. On the domme and oh-so-slightly sadist side of the spectrum. Older than thirty, younger than sixty.
Educating people about life with mast cell disorders
For anyone who's never honestly experienced chronic illness or an LGBTQ point of view in America, this means I will vote left until the day I die. If someone wants to politicize, gatekeep, invalidate or minimize another's personal experience of life, I don't want that on my dash and actively curate. My daily, real life has enough, and I really don't want to be so enraged. I'm not a superhero. I can't use that level of of anger.
Actually, that's kind of my kryptonite - the prevalent, unthinking meanness of the political and medical/insurance culture towards things that are an inherent part of us will (and has) jack my immune system to anaphylactic territory. It's not okay, and it's never okay to treat people as things that can be squished into little boxes.
Please don't like or follow me from a right-wing blog. Call it common courtesy. Thanks.
