I have a pathological fear of biographies, especially the kind that have to be typed into boxes. There is no real box that holds me or all the things that I am. Stepping into one always leaves a multitude of other identities behind. I am a disabled, D(d)eaf?, queer, feminist, genderqueer who doesn’t do “shut up and look pretty” very well. I’m loud and out there and I’m not afraid to call things like I see them.
December 31, 2012
November 26, 2012
To the Guy at Yonge and Dundas
August 15, 2012
November 28, 2011
A Disability Back-to-School Guide
September 30, 2011
September 7, 2011
Centering Disability and Accessibility
August 30, 2011
What I Wish Non-Disabled People Would Understand
July 6, 2011
June 29, 2011
A White Coat Doesn’t Make You an Expert
May 18, 2011