put spikes on your wheelchair’s handles. wrap barbed wire around your cane or crutch so it’ll hurt like a motherfucker if someone kicks or grabs it from under your hand. wear a personal alarm and pull the pin every time someone moves you without your consent, leans on your chair, takes a seat on your rollator, taps your hearing aid, steals your AAC device. scream for help when you’re abducted. wail like you’re in agony when people trip you up or knock into you. take pepper spray to the grocery store. take a knife to the club. leave cards that say “fuck you” under the wipers of inconsiderately parked cars and scratch access codes for bathrooms on the outside of the door. we are not begging for mercy, we’re fighting dirty. we have to.
someone grabbed my wheelchair today and then shouted “ouch! there’s spikes!”
I adore this recent trend (if that’s the right word) of letting an orchestra play classical music on a festival. It’s magical to see thousands of festival-goers going absolutely wild on Beethoven. Mosh/circlepits, crowd surfing. It’s wonderful to see the orchestra and the audience having the time of their lives.
They have to keep it on easy going Beethoven like Ode to Joy here to ensure a more docile response. They cant play In the Hall of the Mountain King cause they were already burning down venues when Grieg dropped that one back in 1875, today there would be a radioactive crater.
every once in a while i learn some wild new piece of information that explains years of behavior and reminds me that i will never truly understand everything about my ridiculous adhd brain
ok what the fuck who was gonna tell me this isnt normal
what the fuck you mean to tell me that the way that i comically slide around things wasn’t just me naturally shitposting
psssst… add that Florence + The Machine song to that playlist. Add that Hozier song. Add that Mitski song. Add that popular bop. Someone’s art touched you to your core and relates to you, as it did with millions of other people
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