Bless you.
This should have more comments. It'll be interesting to see how it plays out.
Disability and prowess are two sides of the same coin. Imagine if they were reversed.
We'd have professional teams of people giving themselves brain injuries and lopping off limbs to be competitive then whining when they got caught. "But it builds character!"
Double Blessings Upon You Maggie Starchild!!!
Starchild -- I kinda like that.
When I told my mother I was changing my last name to reflect my descendancy from her (her name was Jo, natch), she said "Just don't tell your father, it'll KILL him". As if I could keep that secret...
But you know, he was the first to switch over and he loved my mama being honored in that way. Besides, there were plenty of his namesakes running around. Only one Jochild.
But Starchild works, too.
i tried to give the republicans their due and watch the convention last night. i really did. gave it a good try. cindy mcCain and her "shortbus" voice sent me right over the edge.
i made doughnuts with my niece instead.
pics, and recipe to follow.
all the good things you've ever said about writing on the same staff as me.
back at'cha darlin'. right back at'cha.
ya'll had an HBO special or something right? i'm certain i've seen your troupe perform.
i had a run-in with a social worker type once. dude was a sikh convert, did the whole turban thing. he told a kid i was working with in AA, a schizophrenic kid, that if he did this magic yoga trip for 90 days the voices would go away. i figured "what the fuck?" and the kid and i did the set of stuff provided for a solid 90 days. no shirking, no sloughing off.
the voices were still there. the kid went back to the social worker and was told "you must have been doing the exercises wrong." i went to his office and told him that the complaints were filed with his professional board and that this was an alternative to me stuffing his turban up his ass and pulling it out of his nose.
again, my dear, bravo. proud to be associated with you.
So, according to them, it's cruel to force a baby to be born into a life of criplitude, but Terry S should have been forced to continue such an existence when no one knew what she wanted? If she was "in there" she had no right to die whatever her wishes were, even if she could express them, even though those babies deserved to be spared it?
eeeurgh.
Mr Gator and I are married, each using the surname on our birth certificate. Manyof our friends call us "the gators."
not the littlest.
ps littlest, I got my name from a plush carnival prize who was one of
my favorite childhood friends. You?
That was beautiful. I was almost crying just reading the words. If I saw the performance, I'll bet I'd be a quivering wreck.
Maggie, I LOVE YOU.
Let's talk offline; as always I am jenonymous at gmail dot com.
LOVE how to the Fundies, AIDS is "divine punishment for homosexuality," pregnancy is a "private family matter" except when it's "punishment for being a filthy whore" (yeah, those 10-year olds really led their uncles on...nothing like a Dora the Explorer backpack to scream "take me," but I digress), but aborting a fetus that may be an embarassment is A-OK and not dodging any kind of lessson from above or anything.
FWIW; My position on this--let people screen prenatally and act on the results without judgement. Let full and honestly informed decisions be made.
The flipside of prenatal screening, IMHO, is that society at large has to be more perceptive of people with disabilities who are already here, and more to the point, may have acquired some dings and dents along the road of life. In other words, Shit Happens. I could do a whole post on this (and may yet), but a LOT of people don't realize that their spinal cord is as sturdy as the brake pads on the first car approaching the crosswalk. Then there's the whole "not all disabilities are visible" meme, which is very legitimate and part of the world that I live in. Getting people to accomodate even the slightest when they can't see what's wrong with you--even when you're being very reasonable AND said accomodation would help other people--is INSANELY hard.
The case in point that comes to mind was getting salt or sand put down in front of one of my old places of employ. Really. The way the melt patterns worked, sheet ice would form on the two little stairs and non-useful "ramp" (meant for cargo not people but plenty of folks used that rather than risk the icy steps--the steps were steepish; this was an old loft in Soho that ONLY had an industrial entrance). I repeatedly asked them to just have the super put down salt or sand or SOMETHING so that I wouldn't slip and kill myself getting out of the building (I can do "up" on icy/uneven surfaces but "down" is very very hard). OTHER PEOPLE had complained. They were doing work in the building and there was no shortage of guys hanging around as well as a surplus of sawdust and other crap that could stand in as a traction-giver.
And it never happened.
Just... damn.
That's one helluva piece you guys did Maggie, and one helluva story about those...ugh...co-workers.
Fucking Fundie Fristian Mengeles...the whole bloody lot of them.
The pretzels these people will twist themselves into to make their sick-ass worldview appear to work is enough to make you gag—or at the very least, choke. “Sigh!”
Brilliant, “Starchild”!
That is strange that they would condone abortion for some things but not for others. there used to be such a thing as "a fate worse than death" and it included such things as rape or incest. Now, it seems to be disabilities (as someone said, "an embarrassment"). what a weird world we live in.
littlest gator: We had a favorite alligator stuffed toy when we were kids, too. We named her Daisy. She said "See you later..." on her back.
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