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.”
“It’s interesting and refreshing to be in this time period where authors are resisting in their own way.”
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“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.”
“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.”
Recovering from trauma through feline friendship.
“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.”
“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?”
“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.”
“After any terrorist attack, we’re all sitting on the imaginary couch together being like, ‘Please don’t be brown, please don’t be brown, please don’t be brown.’ And it’s not even a joke.”
In the spirit of gathering our strength and resisting the living hell out of these next four years, I bring you our sweetest installment to date — along with some notes for the revolution.
“The internet kind of brought me to a space where, with able-bodied people first, I could be judged a little less.”
Introducing a new series on disability and love! Disabled people’s lives are bursting with affirmation, affection, and meaning well beyond half-baked romance narratives. So I’m talking to disabled queer folks about the love all around them — for partners, family, friends, pets, fictional characters, whatever — and sharing it with you right here.