He's such a snot stain.
People don't realize how an assistive device entwines with a nervous system, becomes an extension of the body, as much a part of you as your own tongue. Its interface, battery life, maintenance, malfunctions—even its obsolescence—are yours. You don't just wear the machine. You live its life.
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180 job applications. 10 months of unemployment. 3 rejection notices. 0 interviews.
Astrologers, if you're using your lore prescriptively, congrats, you've found religion and dogma again. Leave me out of it. 🫶
Amy graduated from her Co-Active Leadership Program with her new service dog Bronwyn and her old service boy Hayden helping her to the end! Our last week in Sonoma was one of laughter, tears, access, barriers, coffee runs, dirty jokes, service dog shenanigans, queer joy, and cripple-punk kinship. 🤟
I love this and love you!
I was inspired by the regal @haymayden.bsky.social for this morning's color study drawing. Just in time for #tummytuesday.
Also really not trying to be a pick-me loner boy here, I promise. I'm just not connecting with it.
Any other gay men struggling to vibe with Heated Rivalry? The excitement and joy among you all is genuinely wonderful, but I feel like I must be missing something.
I am going to Latin America on a small travel grant, but need $3,000 more for coverage of unions fighting back against Trump.
I've covered unions in Latin America for 20 years & feel workers abroad need to hear their stories.
Donate & fightback!
paydayreport.com/send-a-labor...
You shouldn't need to see a woman's death in photos or videos to care about her. That isn't empathy. Empathy is the ability to find within yourself the means to love someone in abstract. It does not demand evidence or ask that the last intimate, violent moments of her life be made into spectacle.
As for the story itself: all I'll say is that it's one for boys who love boys and love the dark, who don't obey or belong, play hockey or play nice—the crips, creeps, queers, and weirdos out there.
More to come.
It is an absolute mess of a manuscript, but it's the most I've ever written of a single project. As a deaf writer with a difficult time with language, I never thought I'd get here. There is much work ahead of me this year, but it is the sublime work of storytelling—wouldn't have it any other way.
With One Story's support, I ended the year with 100+ pages of my first novel—entirely different from the one I committed to writing at the start of this fellowship.
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Anyone have any disability advocacy / rights / justice connections in Los Angeles? Really trying to find a job. I'm looking for anything, but would prefer to be doing the work that is important to me, and for a safe, access-driven employer. I keep trying to network, but I'm not getting anywhere.
2025 gave me psychic damage.
Nevermind that we have the tools and pathways to effectively and meaningfully communicate beyond speech. "Accommodation" means nothing when every employment opportunity fails to imagine possibilities and refuses to embrace different ways of doing the work from the start.
What matters is that oral communication is constant guesswork and toil for me. That the absolute best I can ever hear someone is the equivalent of eavesdropping from another room. That I can barely hear my own voice. The one thing I cannot ever improve with education or experience disqualifies me.
Does it matter that I'm completing my master's in public health in the spring? That I'm an award-winning writer? That I've been an educator and a program director? That I'm a subject-matter expert? That I am capable, creative, compassionate, honest, hardworking, and experienced?
No.
Almost every single job opening cites "strong verbal/oral communication skills" as a requirement. Not a preference. A requirement. Even "inclusive" and "equity-focused" employers. Even disability and Independent Living employers.
How do I stand a chance in this job market when I frequently have to disclose my disability just to be able to interview?
I moved on. I'm writing books instead.
I guess I should have posted this on Tummy Tuesday, but I came early, which happens to the best of us sometimes
I'm hung too :(
heading over right now
sorry
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Bruna Ferreira isn't some political prop of comeuppance for Karoline Leavitt. She's a person, a young woman and mother forcibly detained by ICE and awaiting deportation as a prisoner.
