For the final installment of Queer Crip Love Fest, we turn the cute up to 11.
“I think for many of us as disabled folk, we’ve come to terms with what we experience — but Nana’s experience of dementia is sort of different in that she doesn’t always know what’s happening or who and what she can trust. We can be empowered about disability at the same time as acknowledging that some of it really, seriously fucking hurts.”
“That she talked to you about this at all is a beautiful and important thing that a lot of young people don’t have. So know that just being there for her is already making an enormous difference!”
“It’s interesting and refreshing to be in this time period where authors are resisting in their own way.”
“It’s a harsh reality that I will be priced out of my own life at this point if the AHCA gets passed and, quite frankly, I’m not done living my damn life yet.”
An A-Camp love story to help ease your comedown!
“I try and proudly practice calling my body home, to truly inhabit my body, to feel what it feels like to live inside these muscles that bend and curl, and to feel proud of it, and no longer ashamed. This is queer crip pride.”
“The ADA tends to disintegrate in the hands of airlines and their staff, especially for POC and QTPOC, and it doesn’t matter if the law is on your side.”
“I feel affinity for parts of Asian communities, neuerodivergent communities, queer communities and kink communities. I don’t really feel completely invested in one place. It’s always been like that.”
“Before becoming a parent, I looked at parenting through rose-colored glasses — with an able-bodied person’s perspective. It was drilled into my head by other people, well-meaning as they were, that I probably shouldn’t have children.”
“Deformed spine”? Yikes.
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Your curriculum isn’t “one size fits all” if “all” means “nondisabled straight people.”
“There are people who, when I say I have a chronic illness and try to talk about it, will be like ‘Well, you’re just an adult now.’ I mean, yes, but also, this is real. It does keep me at home a lot. I do have a weakened immune system. I’m not making this up.”
“In the midst of all this grief and uncertainty, we must rise up and practice pride every day.”
“Why is a hug or a kiss seen as so much more loving than spending the time to give comments on a paper full of cherished ideas? Than sharing a drink to celebrate a quarter’s hard work? Than creating something together?”
When I saw the hashtag #DisabledAndCute gaining steam on Twitter last weekend, I felt an immediate tug of recognition. Disabled folks were here, owning our bodies and looks rather than trying to cover up, slink away, or downplay.
“We met on the first day of high school. I was drawn to her for some reason. She was reading; that might have been it. She had glasses; that could have been it, too.”
A roundtable with disabled advocates, leaders, and protesters on how they came to activism, building an inclusive movement, and resources you should know about.
“Gaze out the window or exist in silhouette as often as possible.”