Last night I had the strangest dream I've ever had before:
I dreamed the world had all agreed to put an end to war.
20 February 2012
"It Only Hurts When I Breathe"
It's a line from a Melissa Etheridge song, but I don't think she's thinking what I'm thinking when I go for a run in the cold after emerging from the stairwell in which some inconsiderate troglodyte has been smoking. Again.
“When feminism does not explicitly oppose racism, and when antiracism does not incorporate opposition to patriarchy, race and gender politics often end up being antagonistic to each other and both interests lose.”
Kimberlè Crenshaw
In limbo as I try to figure out what my disabled life looks and feels like.
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