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Oh, Hey! It’s Alyssa #46: Nice
A. Andrews
A. is a totally complete incomplete paraplegic and thirty-something hanky-in-the-pocket cartoonist weirdo!
A. has written 69 articles for us.
i love this!
oh wow this is a Large Mood. like gee good for you you considered someone besides yourself? that’s not an achievement, that’s the minimum standard!
SO MOOD
(though also frequently “it’s mean to make fun of disabled folks (yes ALL disabled folks not just the ones that fit into your preconceived notions of what a disabled person looks like and acts like and has hobbies or jobs you think are appropriate for a disabled person)” is a bar that has been buried under level ground and people are failing to clear it so much of the time even though not clearing it requires digging and a bunch of work.)
Sigh. Yeah…
Yeah that sucks green pond scum.
It’s like passive aggressive kindness camouflaged with ableism and self deprecation.
For me the one that gets to me is “wow, you’re so pretty. I wouldn’t even know!” Gaaaaaa
Not the same Alyssa but I know exactly how you feel afterwards. Othered.
Whenever someone tells me I am “an inspiration” I ask what specifically they are inspired to do. Inspiration is active, and the only thing you are doing differently with your life is feeling good about yourself for noticing something. It’s no wonder to me that people with disabilities have a tendency to become isolated. It’s just so freaking tiring.
Anyway, I had the weirdest accessibly experience the other day. I went to my state capitol for a disability SSI hearing, and there was no handicapped parking within five blocks of the building which was in a neighborhood with no sidewalk road cuts, and the building itself didn’t have any automatic door buttons. I was baffled. This is the place you HAVE to go for a disability hearing, and it was one of the least accessible places I have ever been. I love in an area that is very physically accessible, but not culturally accessible, and it was such a nasty experience to be somewhere that was neither. I will be writing some letters to some people about how inacceptable that is, to say the least.
The area I live in makes disabled parking something of a rare and illusive thing to find. My mind always boggles. When I do see parking, it’s usually nowhere near the front of the building.
So many times I’ve heard “I didn’t know you were trans, I thought you were a woman.” I just can’t anymore. I just can’t.
No wonder the more I have to do with people, the happier I am at home with our cats.
This is very familiar. Your comics are brilliant, Alyssa, and they make me feel so much less alone.
Just wanted to tell the artist of this comment I’m still thinking about this and thank you, thank you, thank you for making it. <3
hi! i love you all!
As we love you, you gorgeous human,
Here thanks to Andrews’ great comic
A quick & easy guide to sex & disability
http://heyandrews.com/sexanddisability
And wow I love your drawing style as well as your smart words!