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I wrote a thing!
OKAY so I haven’t posted in nearly three years. SO SUE ME. Quick life update first! I do Conqueror Challenges now because shiny things encourage me to take silly little walks to help my silly little brain. I stopped working at the library because it was doing the opposite of helping my silly little brain. I’ve done a lot of crafting, cross-stitching, gardening and baking. My 18-year-old cat…
I’m going back to the writing group I joined on Monday.
I have not yet finished the story I started for it. It is also my birthday weekend.
I am gonna need a small miracle, folks.
Update: the miracle happened.
I’m definitely going to want to re-write the story, but I put a first draft down on paper and that’ll bloody do. The writing group I’m in doesn’t do critique, anyway.
Time to terrifying a bunch of old people with a story about horrible things happening in a cave, woo!
I’m going back to the writing group I joined on Monday.
I have not yet finished the story I started for it. It is also my birthday weekend.
I am gonna need a small miracle, folks.
So I made some cappuccino brownie bites for Rock Choir this evening (I go to Rock Choir now, it’s neat) and on the plus side, they absolutely slap, but on the downside, I need to go clean up my kitchen and I’m all out of spoons.
I need somebody to pick me up like a recalcitrant Mii and drop me over there to finish what I started.
Update: I did go and finish what I started, and I had a shower, only for me to then get caught up in the Internet because I was utterly out of spoons and forget to go to Rock Choir.
Reader, I was devastated.
So I made some cappuccino brownie bites for Rock Choir this evening (I go to Rock Choir now, it’s neat) and on the plus side, they absolutely slap, but on the downside, I need to go clean up my kitchen and I’m all out of spoons.
I need somebody to pick me up like a recalcitrant Mii and drop me over there to finish what I started.
Didn’t quite manage to complete NaPoWriMo in one month this year, but I wrote more poems in a month than I had for a while, so I’m darn proud of myself.
Microsoft: We have frozen your OneDrive! Unfreeze it now or lose it forever!
Me: (in a panic) Unfreeze it! Unfreeze it!
Microsoft: It is done.
OneDrive: lol I'm totally empty
Is there anything more satisfying than finally re-learning the name of the piece of art that inspired you to write one of your best short stories almost eight years ago?
Well yes, probably, but I’m still tremendously satisfied that I found “Self-Portrait as a Drowned Man” by Jeremy Millar again. Sitting on the floor by that sculpture and using it as writing inspiration was amazing and I need to do that again sometime. Maybe even go to the Turner Contemporary again.
That NaPoWriMo life where you’re banging out three prompts from last year while massively sleep-deprived because you want to finish both sets of prompts for this year by the end of the month and you would be trying to get some of 2022 and 2023 done but the next 2023 prompt is an abecedarian poem and there’s no bloody way you’re doing that when you’ve been awake from 12.30 noon on Tuesday until 9.46 p.m. Wednesday with maybe an hour or two of sleep in the middle.
... this might be just a me thing.
Didn’t expect to make myself cry about Laika the dog today while writing poetry, but that’s what happened.
Also I’m a day behind on NaPoWriMo but also I’m trying to do this year and last year simultaneously so I’m writing loads of poems, get off my back (I say as though anybody is chastising me about this bar my own inner critic)
Didn’t expect to make myself cry about Laika the dog today while writing poetry, but that’s what happened.
If there is one thing I will say about the annexe I live in, it’s that I love how I ended up decorating it because it’s not all white and sterile!
The bathroom’s quite white, but it’s got purple accents. The hall is half white and the rest is brown and it has a huge red pin board covered in pins and things so it’s got plenty of colour. The bedroom’s mostly green. And the living room and kitchen are cream and brown but they have orange and gold accents (and a wee bit of red in the baking corner).
I can’t stand that minimalism where everything’s white all the time. Give me colour.
My catch-up NaPoWriMo poem for yesterday ended up being a scathing indictment of the Labour Party in rhyme. What jolly times!
(I am very left wing and do not like the current Labour Party for being full of centrists, transphobes and shitweasels.)
Just finished the prompt for Day 11 of NaPoWriMo and it is the 14th, so yes I am behind, but I have also written a poem every single day despite having had a migraine for two of them. So I deserve a medal for Being Very Brave About This.
Or y’know. A brain that isn’t trying to make me suffer. One of the two.
I’m gonna catch up. It’s fine.
Did Day 12 as well.
Incidentally I managed to write a poem every day and yet still be behind by a) writing some prompts from the 2022 list and b) writing a poem yesterday that had nothing to do with the prompts and was just me complaining about the migraine.
Y’know. As you do.
Just finished the prompt for Day 11 of NaPoWriMo and it is the 14th, so yes I am behind, but I have also written a poem every single day despite having had a migraine for two of them. So I deserve a medal for Being Very Brave About This.
Or y’know. A brain that isn’t trying to make me suffer. One of the two.
I’m gonna catch up. It’s fine.
I’m behind on NaPoWriMo and that’s not ideal but I’ve still written a poem every day and I also have a headache now so that’ll do.
Disabled Representation Has Come Farther Than You Think
You’ve Just Been Conditioned Not to See It.
I recently got into a huge fight with an abled friend about disabled representation, in which he was completely convinced that the stance he held was that of an ally. He’s a long time friend of mine and I know he really did think he was fighting for us and coming from a place of trying to help us.
And it really got me thinking about the way abled people perceive disabled people. And how that message is internalised and reinforced in so many ways.
My friend was trying to say that characters like Cyborg, Misty knight, Daredevil, Toph, Edward Elric, Bucky, Nebula, etc were not good representation. And he at first refused to listen to me (an actual disabled person) when I was like; no, we like that. we love that. we LOVE seeing badass and competent and sexy disabled people. It’s validating and empowering.
His argument was that it didn’t really count because nobody saw them as disabled and that it would be the same thing as saying Gamora is black representation.
While I understand where he was coming from, both of us also being black, it was hard to get him to understand how it wasn’t the same thing.
Gamora is a black actress painted green to portray a green-skinned alien. She has black features, yes, but within the narrative she very much is not a black woman. She’s an alien.
But a disabled character is always still a disabled character. Regardless of how high tech or SciFi or magical or fantastical the world or universe is; an amputee with a prosthesis is still an amputee. They are still disabled. Yes, even if their prosthesis shoots lasers.
And other characters, like Toph and Daredevil, who are both blind, have superpowers/superhuman abilities that allow them to overcome their disability. That does not make them less disabled.
Their blindness still impacts their everyday lives. They can’t read. They can’t draw. They don’t know what things or people look like, or what color things are. They can’t read someone’s facial expressions during a conversation. They can’t follow a map without assistance.
When I asked my friend for examples of what he considered good disabled representation he said Professor X, Oracle, and the Thinker. And that made me pause and I won’t lie, it upset me. It felt degrading. I got kind of angry at him and it got a little heated.
Because what he was saying is: the smart one in the wheelchair that never actually joins the battle because their body is too frail? Those are the only good disabled characters? The ones who still need to be protected and treated tenderly and are physically weaker?
Do we only exist when you can view us as some subhuman lesser other that you can take pity on?
But it’s not only my friend who thinks this way.
I’ve seen quite a few arguments online about people who don’t think Edward Elric is disabled, despite being an amputee.
Who don’t think Cyborg is disabled, despite the fact that his entire power set is due to a life support and mobility aid device.
And my friend was shocked that I, and many other disabled people, find these depictions of strong and confident and capable disabled people empowering. He fully expected that I would find those depictions offensive.
And that’s when it really hit me.
The issue is not that characters like Bucky or Toph or Daredevil are bad representations of disabled characters.
The issue is that people don’t perceive them as disabled. They’ve internalized this belief that disabled people have to be weak and delicate and fragile and in some way physically inferior.
They’re only considered disabled if they’re tragic and/or weak. Or ugly. People love to project a tragic subhuman otherness onto disabled people who are ugly.
If they’re cool and badass that confuses them. That doesn’t fit with the narrative that’s been built in their heads.
The idea of a competent, confidant, and strong disabled character, especially a cool disabled character is just so completely foreign to them that they don’t even consider it.
Now I’m not saying that depictions of disabled characters like Oracle or professor X are bad or harmful. We need representation of disabled people who aren’t strong and don’t have superpowers and maybe don’t feel particularly empowered. That’s a genuine representation of many disabled people.
It just isn’t the only one.
I think the issue with disabled representation is not that it doesn’t exist (as I’ve seen many abled people online claim in our defense) but that we need to shift the way we think of disabled people so we stop overlooking a lot of the really cool and badass and awesome disabled characters we do already have.
So if you read this far through this essay, please stop for a moment and consider the preconceptions you have about disabled people.
Have you ever overlooked a disabled character because they were strong, powerful, charismatic, or, (God forbid!) SEXY?
And if so, I’d ask you to take some time to examine in yourself why you don’t think of disabled people as being able to be those things.
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This is a really good, really important read.
