A friend asked me recently, "Is it weird that when two queer people start really talking for the first time, the subject almost always turns to how lousy the cishets are ( Read more... )

I've spent most of the last decade getting sicker and sicker. I seem to get at least one new diagnosis a year, which I would have thought impossible before my body started falling apart. I suppose I thought disabled people had a disability. Maybe two? Three would be ridiculous. But here I am, well into double-digit diagnoses, and apparently I'm ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I'm afraid to say I like something. Not all somethings, mind you; I'm comfortable saying that dahlias are lovely flowers and that I get a visceral thrill from thunderstorms. I know people look at me strangely for it, but I'm not afraid to say I enjoy chewing on lemons and I find peace in the sensation of getting tattooed. I don't even ( Read more... )

Truthfully, I don't even remember what aspects of life hit me hard enough to make me bye out of LJ Idol in the first place. It's been a rough... while. Let's just go with "while ( Read more... )

I stood up ( Read more... )

I'm fat. I'm aware that I'm fat, and I don't try to hide it. I don't see it as anything shameful, it's just a fact of my existence.

I'm also disabled, and boy do doctors like to make a backwards association there. You see, I'm fat because I'm disabled. I was actually once so skinny that my doctor pulled my then-spouse aside to discuss whether or ( Read more... )

Twice a month I go to the neuropsychiatrist, and it doesn't feel like too much changes. Maybe one adjustment a visit, that's not much, is it? Mainly a lot of questions get asked, a lot of notes get taken. It feels more like a check-in to make sure I'm not nearing a total breakdown than it is any kind of desperate attempt to normalize things. I ( Read more... )

I'd had a bad pain day, so I was in my bed, medicated on prescription painkillers and resting, when the knock on the door came. I heard the person repeatedly insisting they speak with me, and my spouse retort each time that I wasn't home. (I suppose this was easier for him than saying I didn't want to be disturbed. I can't say I disagree with his ( Read more... )

I've been encouraged by yet another dear friend entering to give LJ Idol a try for real. I'd planned to just play the home game from Week 1, as a combination of voting anxiety and poor time management make this difficult for me, but apparently this is my lemming moment. I may fail out Week 1 because deadlines are hard for me these days, but I'm ( Read more... )

I'm secretly a lagomorph disguised as a boring 30-something humanoid. I've got two kids (almost-3 and almost-13) and two spouses (whose ages seem irrelevant). We live in a standard suburban starter home with a giant black walnut tree in the back, and enough room that we were able to plant our own fig tree before it and apple tree out front ( Read more... )