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Tag: CripplePunk

  • Newsflash, abled, allegedly neurotypical fuckshits,

    Tylenol doesn’t cause autism.
    Nor do vaccines.
    Neurodivergent people having hot, wild sex does, and GUESS WHAT, fucknugget, if you have an autistic kid, you or someone in your family is probably autistic and you’re projecting your fear and shame and eugenicist bullshit onto them. Your kid doesn’t deserve that.
    Pregnant people deserve comfort and choices.
    Bodies shouldn’t be political battlegrounds. Period.

    Do y’all really hate disabled people so fucking much that you’d rather your kid suffer from easily preventable disease and risk becoming – guess what – disabled than have them be autistic because you heard about a study that’s long since been proven false?

    If you do, you probably shouldn’t be a parent at all, because you’re exactly the sort of slimy motherfucker who will end up being your kid’s first bully if they end up being any sort of different from the perfect little reflection of you you have in mind. From the bottom of my heart and with the entire force of my crippled, neurodivergent ass, fuck you.

    Sincerely,

    -Lazarus

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  • I saw this post yesterday.

    I have some things to say about it.

    Fuck the hardliners, as long as you’re doing your best to be a decent human being, all progress is good progress and the best praxis is to start right now with exactly what you have. There is no single definition of what being a “good leftist” looks like, and even if there WERE, there would need to be accommodations made for disabled people, Mad people, poor people, cultural nuances, etc..

    Additionally, as an ex Mormon and a cripple punk, I wish leftists who talk like rebranded Christians would understand how nonsensical their takes sound. Nothing will get fixed without real progress and real work from real people, and that involves being patient when people fuck up, working together in community, and actively building a better world together, however we all can contribute, no matter how small. There will be no Revolution without progress made in the first place ffs.

    So if all you could do is survive and take care of yourself today, I think that’s good praxis. Self care is community care, and I’m glad as fuck you’re still here. If all you can do is share memes and news, that’s a form of activism in and of itself, and I think that’s good praxis. If you’re making art, writing things, being a performer or creative in any way, even if you’re only sharing it with your friends, partner(s), and/or family? Art is political. This, too, is good praxis. If you can do more? Badass. That’s also good praxis. Please don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

    -Allēna

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  • A very sweary rant about the Sydney Sweeney ad campaign from a cripple with “good genes” by Western standards (TW: family death via overdose and cancer, mentions of abuse)

    This whole “good genes” Sydney Sweeney ad thing pisses me the fuck off. off. You wanna know why?? Because my existence was LITERALLY PLANNED OVER MULTIPLE GENERATIONS to create the smartest, most beautiful child possible. MULTIPLE GENERATIONS OF PEOPLE PLOTTED AND SCHEMED AND SEDUCED to create at least TWO GENERATIONS of INCREASINGLY BRILLIANT AND BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN (BY WESTERN SOCIETAL STANDARDS) and THEY TOUCHED THE ROBE OF GOD, AS IT WERE. My paternal uncle was a goddamn genius and absolutely lovely by every Western definition, but a mind like that is HELL ON EARTH. He OVERDOSED ON HEROIN IN 1999. I NEVER GOT TO KNOW HIM. My father, my feral, brilliant father, the elder of the two, made it to 47 before dying of two different counts of brain cancer and nearly took himself out from alcoholism before the tumors did. I’ll say it again. A MIND LIKE THAT IS HELL ON EARTH. My father’s side allegedly has “good genes”. But that’s a crock of CRAP. Genes are genes.

    And then there’s me. I was the next generation. I am every bit as brilliant as my father and my uncle. Many of you have SEEN what I can do. But I was born with HYPERMOBILE JOINTS AND HAD A STROKE AND HEART FAILURE AND MANY MANY OTHER THINGS ON TOP OF THAT LATER ON. MY VERY VERY ABLEIST, IMAGE OBSESSED FAMILY HAD NO FUCKIN CLUE WHAT TO DO WITH MY COCKROACH CRIPPLED ASS. SO THEY PSYCHOLOGICALLY TORTURED ME. FOR YEARS.

    I have “good genes”. Allegedly. BUT THAT IS BULLSHIT. My hypermobile joints, addictive tendencies, and turbocharged mind that tortures me far beyond what my family EVER DID SCREAM OTHERWISE. GENES ARE GENES. A COMPLETE LUCK OF THE DRAW.

    Fuck this ableist, racist, eugenicist complete crock of FUCKERY.

    End fucking transmission.

    -Allēna

  • This one is called “resurrection.” -Allēna

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    #writingcommunity #amwriting #amwritingpoetry #punk #cripplepunk #disabilities #survivor #cptsd #spilledink #spilledwords #trans #poetsofmastodon #gay #queer #queerwriter #rebirth #healing #rest #NEISvoid

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  • I felt inspired this morning because I couldn’t sleep way too early, as usual.

    Made some art based off of this post: https://vince.opensorceryy.co/inevitability/ #TTRPG #poetry #poetrygame #digitalart #collage #queerpoet #cptsd #NEISvoid # cripplepunk -Allēna

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  • This cat is my gender.

    -Allēna

    #angry #enby #womanadjacent #fierce #feral #queer #pissed #cripplepunk #based

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  • Gonna start calling my flareups ” getting cast into gay baby jail” now.

    Meme format comes from the inimitable @haladrielnation.bsky.social on Bluesky!

    -Allēna

    #NEISvoid #ringsofpower #meme #galadriel #spoonie #queer #cripplepunk

  • Challenges

    Ah yes. An interesting prompt.

    What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?

    Staying alive, in all honesty. We live in a hellscape and I’m under a lot of stress right now being a repository of knowledge and stress buffer/mediator for a lot of people. It’s so bad right now that I don’t know how I feel personally about a lot of the situations I’m the human DMZ in, and I am currently too exhausted to try. Alexithymia and chronic fatigue are bitches and a half.

    I’m still trying to care for myself as best as possible in all of this, finding a balance is just…. Difficult. It’s one of the reasons my phone is eternally on Do Not Disturb. It gives me some semblance of artificially manufactured peace and quiet amidst all the chaos.

    I think in another life, I would have made a great emergency medical technician.

    -Allēna

  • Regarding boredom..

    These prompts, have been going OFF lately. Here’s today’s.

    What bores you?

    Well, I am an AuDHDer, so, in short… Pretty much everything after a point, fortunately or unfortunately. My brain is hardwired for two things, as best I can determine, and those things are patterns and novelty, such that after I get used to something, I can tune it out. It can, in every meaningful way, cease to exist to me.

    That skill has served me very well during situations where I was being actively abused – I would memorize my abusers to such a degree that I could work around them and they’d be all but nonexistent to me. In situations where I actually give a shit but things are just moving too damn slowly for my brain that processes shit at roughly the speed of the manhole we accidentally launched into space, it’s a helluva curse and I would rather die than be stuck in whatever situation I’m in waiting. Patience is not my strong suit. So I tend to live in my head a lot to pass the time.

    The one consistent exception to this is when something pisses me the fuck off. Then it’s eternally interesting and it’ll get stuck in my head until I solve it. I cannot count the number of special interests I’ve gotten into because someone told me I couldn’t ever do them.

    I am a contrarian little bitch who finds ways or fucking makes them…

    -Allēna

  • What’s this? Another prompt I want to actually take somewhat seriously?

    Who are your favorite people to be around?

    People who are straightforward, honest, and the only bullshit they give me is the joking kind. Preferably, they can see shit about me that I can’t, and can do shit that I can’t without making me feel like shit for it. They don’t talk my ear off constantly about meaningless shit and believe that words have as much power as actions and use both in tandem.

    I’m very picky about the people I surround myself with, and it’s a high bar because I have made peace with solitude most days, being mostly housebound and all, to the point where if I prefer being alone more than I enjoy spending time with a person, I simply won’t engage with them if I don’t have to. I am too tired and have too much shit to do (as well as people I actually like) to pay the people I dislike much mind. My energy is precious and I don’t have much of it. So I do my best to use it wisely. My favorite people get that and go to great lengths to help me protect the little energy I have.

    I’m not proud of a lot of the way my life has gone, and there’s a lot that happened that’s entirely outside of my control. However, I’m damn proud of the fact that I picked great people.

    -Allēna