Balloons on my page 🥳
Happy 31st birthday and 6 years on T manniversary to me!
Top surgery date secured for June 9th
And I also just hit my PR of 280 lbs on the shoulder press!
Ya boy shining!
If 80% of disabled people live in the Global South, why are conversations about disability so often limited to congenital conditions and individual diagnoses? Rarely do ppl talk about disabilities produced by war, incarceration, gender-based violence, etc.
Critiquing war, prisons, and gendered violence as producers of disability is not saviorism. Refusing to talk about how institutions create disability sounds a lot closer to depoliticizing disability than liberating disabled people and
I always come back to this quote…
“Hearts don’t idle; they swell and constrict and break and forgive and behold because it’s like this, having a heart.
Lives don’t last; they thrill and confound and circle and overflow and disappear because it’s like this, having a life.”
We have all these cultural scripts that teach us to respond to chronic illness, grief, precarity, etc with optimism, solutions, & stories of resilience because helplessness makes people uncomfortable. I believe everything does NOT happen for a reason.
“Everything is possible”,
denies the limits people are living inside. Sometimes the more honest question is not “how do we conquer this?” but “what is possible today?” What tenderness is possible today. What rest. What connection. What relief. What act of living remains possible even here
I read that Saskia Sassen avoids terms like “poverty” and “social inequality” cus they dnt capture the brutality/violence of systemic removal. Instead, she uses the term “expulsion” to describe how people are discarded, and excluded from society under capitalism.
One thing I admire about myself is that even with all the grief that I hold, I’m still porous, open to love, awe, and beauty of the world. I am not hardened.
fact that you can ache toward something infinite, toward beauty, toward intimacy, toward God, toward another body, may itself be evidence that the soul remembers being close to something larger than itself. How neat is that?
I love reading about Sufism and yearning/longing (talab).
How even in carnal desire, can that longing bring us closer to source. The ache itself is a reminder of an old hunger that exists long before language.
In Sufi poetry, longing is often more important than arrival
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