The Lame Dame

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bunnika:

^ Hi that’s me and some of my tattoos. ^
So quite literally for the sake of my sanity and physical health, I’ve been forced to give up on the idea of working outside the home this summer. I pretty much kissed the idea of the tattoo sleeve I so dearly want goodbye, but I figured, no harm no foul, I’ll give this a shot.
Like I’ve said before: tattoos are extremely, extremely important to me. They’re something I do to reclaim my body as my own, regardless of how people would try to take my autonomy away, or my disability would try to make me feel out-of-place in my own skin. Tattoos make me feel beautiful and tough, and (very importantly) they give me a healthy outlet for pain that prevents me from self-harming.
So I’m setting aside a fund specifically for getting tattooed, however long it may take me. You can donate if you want, or do something like I mentioned in that post, OR you can pitch me a creative project commission. I’m most proficient in crochet and in making jewelry (especially earrings) but I can sew a bit and dabble in plenty of things, and I’m willing to give anything a try for anyone willing to risk the venture with me. ^.^ I also write (if that’s somehow not obvious, lol) though I’ve never really done narrative fiction or anything of the like. I’ve had haikus published though! And I get a kick out of structured poetry in general (sonnets are cool, dammit), but I wouldn’t call myself a poet by any stretch, so take that for what it’s worth. :-P
Reblog if you want, I’m not gonna hound anybody. You can see my current tattoos in detail here, here, here, and here. (I told you I take this shit seriously.)
Now at least I feel like I’ve done what I can to try and do this for myself, which is important in and of itself. At least attempting self-care is better than abandoning all hope of it.

Signal boosting! Bunnika, this is a brilliant idea and I really hope you get your tattoos! I can’t wait until I can get a new a piercing because they feel so good!

bunnika:

^ Hi that’s me and some of my tattoos. ^

So quite literally for the sake of my sanity and physical health, I’ve been forced to give up on the idea of working outside the home this summer. I pretty much kissed the idea of the tattoo sleeve I so dearly want goodbye, but I figured, no harm no foul, I’ll give this a shot.

Like I’ve said before: tattoos are extremely, extremely important to me. They’re something I do to reclaim my body as my own, regardless of how people would try to take my autonomy away, or my disability would try to make me feel out-of-place in my own skin. Tattoos make me feel beautiful and tough, and (very importantly) they give me a healthy outlet for pain that prevents me from self-harming.

So I’m setting aside a fund specifically for getting tattooed, however long it may take me. You can donate if you want, or do something like I mentioned in that post, OR you can pitch me a creative project commission. I’m most proficient in crochet and in making jewelry (especially earrings) but I can sew a bit and dabble in plenty of things, and I’m willing to give anything a try for anyone willing to risk the venture with me. ^.^ I also write (if that’s somehow not obvious, lol) though I’ve never really done narrative fiction or anything of the like. I’ve had haikus published though! And I get a kick out of structured poetry in general (sonnets are cool, dammit), but I wouldn’t call myself a poet by any stretch, so take that for what it’s worth. :-P

Reblog if you want, I’m not gonna hound anybody. You can see my current tattoos in detail here, here, here, and here. (I told you I take this shit seriously.)

Now at least I feel like I’ve done what I can to try and do this for myself, which is important in and of itself. At least attempting self-care is better than abandoning all hope of it.

Signal boosting! Bunnika, this is a brilliant idea and I really hope you get your tattoos! I can’t wait until I can get a new a piercing because they feel so good!

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Of course, even if Medicaid isn’t improving health, it’s certainly not making health worse, as some critics have claimed. Meanwhile, it’s improving mental health and providing economic security to some of the most economically vulnerable people in the country. Some critics of the Medicaid expansion dismiss this, or suggest it’s a change of rationale. Nothing could be farther from the truth.

- The New Study that Republicans Who Reject Medicaid Must Read by Jonathan Cohn (via thenewrepublic)

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livingbendy:

Maybe all this craziness from my body is because I never forwarded those chain letters

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avantcripple:

Short Stories from the Short Bus: Power Scooter Humor

storiesfromtheshortbus:

criptif:

I have come to the conclusion that no matter how slowly or carefully I drive my beloved Bolt, people are going to look at me as if I’ll plow them over any second. So I’ve given up on reassuring smiles and nods: now I just thumb the throttle and try my best to look maniacal.

This…

I rather enjoy this aspect! Last time I was in a decent sized store, I was looking for something and kept missing it and going back to look for it. My third trip down the aisle, I heard a middle school aged boy shout, “THAT THING IS COMING BACK, JERMEL! GET OUT OF THE WAY! IT’S COMING!”

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I have the coolest friends ever

sasha-smithy:

So one of my friends and I were walking into a store and we found a motorcycle parked in the access aisle of a handicap space. She pulls out a key for me and when keying the motorcycle was unsuccessful, she pulled out a sharpie and let me write “fuck you” on the part of the motorcycle.

I hope the person enjoys trying to get that off.

And before anyone asks why I don’t just call the cops or let the store owners know, is because, it’s never solved in a timely manner, the cops say it’s up to the store to figure out, the store will say it’s up to the cops to figure out, and it’s just a whole big mess and usually the asshole gets to leave scot-free.

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afashionablecondition:

Lunch @ the Firewood Cafe.

Dress: Kirna Zabete. Leggings: unbranded. Necklace: DIY!!

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Wheelchair Etiquette

once-she-decided-to-fly:

I’m so frustrated with people thinking it’s okay to move my wheelchair without permission.

If I’m not in the wheelchair, I guarantee that it’s strategically placed so that I’ll be able to get back to it, and you shouldn’t move it.

If I am in the wheelchair, moving it for any reason (out of the way, to get my attention, to use it to intimidate or bump into other people, or even just to have fun) is the same as grabbing an able-bodied person and shoving them around.

I’m not always opposed to other people moving my wheelchair. Sometimes it’s really in the way or there’s an actual need for someone to move me, like when we’re dancing. 99% of the time, though, if it needs to be moved, I can and should be the one moving it myself.

If it needs to be moved, just ask — but if I still say no, don’t do it anyway. That’s how people get punched by a cripple.

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The California Experiment: stranger’s question/comment tally

wheeliewifee:

I have noticed that anytime I leave my house here in SLC, whether it be a 5 minute trip to the gas station or an all-day excursion to the aquarium, that I am asked multiple times about my disability. The question is typically “what is wrong with you??” but has dozens of variables.

D and I hypothesized that this inappropriate inquisitiveness may have some connection to the Utah culture, and decided to notice all comments from strangers while we were in California, to see if there was a difference.

The results were fascinating!

In Utah, a typical day at the zoo/museum/etc consists of about 10 comments on my disability, and maybe 1 or 2 about my hair. This is what happened in California:

Day 1: zero disability questions, five hair comments

Day 2: one disability question (I started the conversation), nine hair comments

Day 3: two disability questions (I started the conversation once), fourteen hair comments

Day 4: zero disability questions, THIRTY-FOUR hair comments

Day 5: zero disability questions, five hair comments

Day 6: one disability comment, fifteen hair comments

By comparison, I went to the grocery store for 10 minutes today and was approached 4 times about my disability.

I was expecting a difference, I was not expecting this extreme reversal!

What about you? Where do you live? How often do people question you about your disability?

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wheeliewifee:

365 photo project entry #8

meds meds meds!

Getting ready for vacation: morning, noon, and night pill boxes (which will need to be topped off on Saturday), the green bag with unscheduled pills for the trip, and the little red exclamation-point tin with PRN’s for my purse.

Also, all my pill bottles in a bag! I store them in a bucket, but I cannot carry it anymore, so I dump them all into this bag to carry them out to the living room to go through my personal-pharmacy routine.

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