Respectability Appropriated My Work and Used It to Promote What They Took
Disability organizations that exploit and appropriate the work of multiply marginalized disabled people need to be held accountable.
Disability organizations that exploit and appropriate the work of multiply marginalized disabled people need to be held accountable.
When I was in film school, nobody would work with me. That is, unless they were forced to work with me. One of the women in my class once told me that no one would work with me because the other students did not think I was capable of helping…
So, I’ve been gaming quite a bit lately, and I’ve been doing so on Twitch! I have found a community of gamers who welcomed me, and are amazing people. Thanks to one person, who wishes to remain anonymous, I have the chance to offer an amazing prize to all of…
A look at how history and how I was raised impact my idea of gender, as well as my own personal gender identity.
In this book review for Sinner by Christopher Graves, I look at the misogyny, casual ableism, and religious fervor that renders the book somewhat unreadable.
I love books that are suspenseful. I have a high tolerance for what I can endure when I am reading, so when a book purports to be about the wife of a serial killer who is on the run to protect herself and her kids, I expect to be enthralled!…
Disabled Black folks say that comparing blackface and disabled mimicry harms them, and we should listen.
The budget that Trump is proposing, and replacing the ACA with the AHCA, will both lead to many disabled people being put in nursing homes or they will end up dead.
The disability rights movement changed my life. I have been benefiting from legislation fought for by disabled activists who came before me since I was a young child. Like Mike Ervin and various other activists, I am a former poster brat, a kid pimped out for profit by the machine…
Dear Pam, It’s Mother’s Day. This is a day I once felt great pain over, but now I feel indifference. When was the last time we talked on a Mother’s Day? 2003 perhaps? It’s been years. I should have written this letter years ago, but I am not sure I…