it starts with a wordwhispered into the darkness it starts with a sparkas stone strikes stone it starts with the strokeof an angel’s wing and from there it tricklesinto colorinto lifespreading outlike vines and tendrilsand harlequin wispsinto wavesinto gustsinto flamesthat burn throughthe shadowsand light the corners what had been quietbecomes an exultation what had been…
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I used to be so organizedAnd then I told me noAnd put me in a little boxAnd wouldn’t let me go 01.16.25
Autism and Sarcasm (Draft Take)
I was reminded today of the belief that Autistic people don’t do sarcasm. This is completely, utterly, and totally true. Yeah, right. While it’s true that many Autistic people do in fact enjoy being sarcastic, there are some reasons why someone, especially a Neurotypical person, might wish to be careful. One: It depends on the…
Autism: Social vs Medical Model
A part of the conversation on Autism is the distinction between the medical model and the social model of disability. Some Autistic people, particularly those who are “level 1” or “high functioning” (terms that are problematic in themselves), insist that Autism is not a medical disability at all. I personally disagree. Under the medical model,…
On the (potential) TikTok ban
The TikTok ban looms this month, while it could still get an unlikely temporary reprieve from Biden or an even more unlikely permanent reprieve from SCOTUS. Either way, Hank Green (talking ON TikTok, but impishly wearing a YouTube shirt) points out that, whatever the government’s motivation for wanting to ban TikTok, TikTok itself is not…
Dairy: “Can You See Me?”
“My friendships mean everything to me and the thought of having to do all that awful socializing to make new ones fills me with dread.” – “Can You See Me?” by Libby Scott and Rebecca Westcott, p. 153 As I’m reading this book, about an 11-year-old Autistic girl navigating her new middle school, one persistent…
My Custom Tarot Cards
Disclaimer: All base images below were generated by AI. I am aware of the ethical considerations here. I am sharing these for entertainment purposes only; these are not commercially available. If you feel any of these images infringes on your or someone else’s copyright, please let me know and I will proceed accordingly, including deleting…
The Ghost of My Mother
I My mother taught me how to needlepoint, but not to cross-stitch or embroider. Those other things were too complicated. She taught me to hook rugs and macrame, but not to knit or crochet. She* knew she was supposed to be able to do those things, but she wasn’t good at them. My mother taught…
Trans Rights and the Overton Window
Here are some possible positions on transgender rights: I have marked the position of these statements based on where I think society was perhaps a decade ago, before this topic became front and center in an ongoing culture war. The Progressive Left would likely prefer (2) to be the “Moderate” position. The Regressive Right is…
It’s Okay To Be Okay
My mother died this Sunday. By which I mean: The human entity which gave birth to me more than half a century ago left this mortal coil. She’d been in assisted living for several years. Late last year, she was classified as being in hospice. Last December, just after Christmas, my brothers and I (as…