Today,
guys, I’m gonna keep it short. We have several stuff to talk about, thanks to
people messaging me about this blog. And me? I am mad and I am bitter – so the
usual.
Let me start
with my fave one.
I hate abled people.
If you ever
used the disabled parking spot, this post is for you specifically. Offended?
Suck my dick.
It all
started with my hands going bad. I used to use my laptop for everything, as
writing by hand became impossible about a year ago. But hey, we live in the age
of internet, so I’m gonna be fine. Right? Wrong.
About a
month ago I started having trouble typing. On a good day, after twice the dose
amount of oxy, it was…kinda…possible. Today, for example, I’m typing with my
fingers taped and after what I think was 40mg of oxycodone, and later some
blessed soul will beta my typos. Team work, guys.
The thing
is, I’m starting uni soon, and while I’m gonna study most classes at home,
there are two I’m gonna attend. And I cannot take notes.
Along with
mum we decided to buy me an ipad. Ya know, I’ll be able to record stuff, notes
are easier done typing on screen, this stuff. Also drawing on better days. But
for me and my unemployed single mother of two it’s a HUGE thing to spend 2k on
a tablet. Or anything, really. We had our gas almost cut last month and it didn’t
happen only cause the guy was a good guy and saw me on wheelchair and took
pity. Hashtag wheelchair privileges I suppose.
I have a
rich dad. Maybe not insanely rich, but positively loaded. Said dad is abusive
asshole too, and perpetual child support avoider. Also tax fraud. You get my vibe.
Yea, you
guessed that, I gritted my teeth and begged dad for help. Hence my rant.
You see,
when a disabled person gets accommodations, literally EVERYONE wants to use it,
steal it, take it away. I got to uni and everyday have to wait cause someone
with two working legs is going on my ramp. Someone abled is using my accessible
toilet so I peed myself couple of times. People take places in my queue spots.
Not to mention the usual, aka parking spots. You get my vibe.
They – you!
– want my accessibility and “cool stuff” without actual disability.
So I have
this to say to you: TAKE IT. Take my pain, my not working legs, take my loose
joints and constant headache. Take my hands I cannot use anymore and my fucked
future I dread. Take my inability to get to uni classes and a grocery shop.
Take my hand ache from wheelchair. Take uneven pavements. Take it! It’s yours!
And then you can also have my cool tablet, my cool chair, my toilets and spots.
Cause guess
what? I need it! To live! To survive! Like you do every day without even thinking!
To be on the same level as you! And yet I never am, am I? Cause you take everything
and then leave me to literally die, refusing my disability level and welfare.
So. Wanna
my stuff? Take my pain too.
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One thing
done. Now the other.
I do not
approve of people who sexualize me and this blog. I talk about sexuality and
masturbation and sex FOR DISABLED PEOPLE WHO NEED TO HEAR IT. I write for
people who need to be empowered. Not for you to jerk it! So stop messaging me
how hot is it that I masturbate. I don’t wanna hear it and I don’t want you. I’m
gay, always was and always will be. That means NO MEN. I’m a lesbian and I won’t
sleep with you. It’s not the purpose of this blog. Come on guys, let’s behave
like adults. I know I’m sexy, you know I’m sexy, we do not need to talk about
something that is obvious and established.
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I’m pretty
bad lately with my back going worse and since it’s hard to type lying flat in
bed I’m not sure when the next update will be. Sorry. Hopefully tablet will let
me write more often.
And also,
if any if you are reading this and need to talk to me, to just rant, to address
something I wrote or not at all, I am available at bitterlesbiangrandma.tumblr.com, hit me up at private messenger. I
know some things are not to be said in comments here, so you can talk to me
there.
And in the
end, thank you for being so warm and positive about me writing this blog. I
hope I managed to at least entertain someone, if not teach or empower. It means
a lot you appreciate it.