#gbee rambles

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I just heard "I was born into the wrong generation" in the wild at the library, me and my friend nearly lost it

He also apparently said "chat, I know" to his friends who are here irl with him

He also also had a conversation about how goats are stupid and sheep suck

I am having so much fun

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Everything about my name is a hysterical train wreck of punchlines

My first name is based on a fan post about a trans guy who names himself dick, my first middle name is engraved wrong on a mug I grew way too attached to, my second middle name was someone's mishearing of my first name that I liked, and my last name shouldn't even be my last name because my mom divorced the man who had it before I was ever conceived

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I think, for me, my chronic condition is a bit like being a porcelain ball jointed doll.

Except...maybe the person who strung my joints together forgot to add the felt to keep them from grinding, and perhaps they didn't quite understand how stringing worked, so I can feel my joints barely holding properly. Some too tight and some too loose.

I can pose and move but something is always just a little wrong. I feel as though any moment my strings will break free or snap and in an instant my pieces will be all over the ground, cracked and broken like a dropped plate.

But then I got my chair, my beautiful chair, and my gloves that brace my wrists, and I can move again. I don't feel as much danger when I pose my improperly strung joints. I dont feel as much pain.

But people don't like it. "You were better before" they say "You ruined your beauty" they cry with indignation.

And they don't see that maybe now, finally after years of being afraid, I don't feel a deep haunting fear of shattering.

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It's sweetly poetic to me that the book series that was introduced to me in middle school, the one that kept me holding on until my life got better, is now being introduced to me as the TV show that is keeping me holding on until my life gets better.

Both times I needed it more than anything Percy Jackson has given me a little bit of hope to cling onto and just like back then I'm deciding that if Percy can keep going then I can too.

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We got anti abortion chalk graffiti in front of the store where I work in retaliation for this shirt my boss designed after the overturning of Roe vs Wade:

[Photo of a simplistic pink uterus flipping you off with one of the ovaries on a black fabric shirt]

(Hard to see but that's the best photo I can get. You can read all of it in person at least)

The chalk said "I am a baby NOT a choice, keep abortion ILLEGAL"

I happily corrected it to "I am a baby and NOT a choice, keep abortion ILLEGAL. It's not about babies, it's about CONTROL"

I will reiterate for ease of reading and because I will never drop this stance:

I am a baby AND a choice; keep abortion LEGAL! It's not about babies, it's about CONTROL.

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Things I Hate as a Wheelchair User (tm) in no particular order:

Unshoveled or poorly shoveled sidewalks and sidewalk access ramps

Half my commute to work has no sidewalks and the road crowns so my chair is constantly banking

I'm young. People ask me what I did to myself. I didn't do anything to myself.

Doors

Tighter spaces

"You can't get out of your chair to do something really quick!"

"Only paraplegic people can use wheelchairs you monster!"

People jump to help you without asking and often get in the way and slow you down

People just grab your chair

Things I do not hate:

Learned how to pop wheelies

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I would get less complaints at my job if my job had actually fucking trained me. "We got complaints so we need you to change your whole schedule to come in for training"

How about you do that when I first started!?!

I love my job, I do, but this is absolutely ridiculous.

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I'm gonna be honest, I'm glad my irken get attention on art fight but this year if anyone does art of my character Rownan from my own original world I will be so happy I'll explode