Apparently November 1 was a day when we were supposed to get online and write, to demonstrate to moron curebies and the rest of the world that we can speak for ourselves thank you very much. I only found this out on my November 1, so I am late to the party. I am used to that. In lieu of my participation, I wish to present two essays. The first follows under the jump.
I forget when it was that I wrote I wanted to try and lighten this journal a bit and mix the content a little. But I have failed to do that as yet. Part of it has to do with how unstable my living situation has been. Part of it has to do with the reason I started this journal in the first place. Why the fukk should I slash a smile into my face when I have a real, palpable fear that people of power will declare my existence illegal?
Whilst going through links on the Autism Blogs Directory, I went back to the Radical Neurodivergence Speaking journal once again. You sort of have to be in the right mood for this particular journal, because as I have said on my small page of links to things I think people should look at, that author frequently looks at where I am at in terms of asserting my rights, and picks up the pace from there. (Metaphorically speaking, I mean. I am not even convinced that he reads my work.) Continue Reading