Baltimore McDonald's Beating

I need to vent. As many of you may be aware another trans woman was brutally beaten while employees and other patrons stood around watching and laughing. One of the employees filmed the incident and posted it to youtube, apparently "for the lulz."

I read the Bilerico story on the topic. I read some of the comments.

I want to say this: I am sick and tired of people excusing the filming of this horrific beating under the pretense that the employee filmed the incidence due to some philanthropic desire to aid a police investigation.

Can I remind people of one fact here?

MCDONALD'S HAS SECURITY CAMERAS!!!

I'm a Level 32 Autistic

So, I was taking Simon Barron-Cohen's Autism Quotient test for giggles and a mischievous thought crossed my extreme-male brain in response to this question:

When I was young, I used to enjoy playing games involving pretending with other children.

Something tells me this guy's never heard of Dungeons and Dragons...

Also:

I find it very easy to play games with children that involve pretending.

I suck at this. My elf got killed by a kobold.

(I scored 32, by the way)

Money

Here's a thought: The people who tell us that disabled children should not be educated because we are not worth educating seem to be the same people who tell us that disabled people are freeloaders who leech off of social services. Did anyone stop to consider that perhaps if we were given proper educations fewer of us would be dependent on the government doll to survive?

A penny wise and a pound foolish.

I Took a Shower

I feel so much better. Last night I took what must have been my first shower in two weeks. It feels so nice to be clean again. Mom said I didn't look dirty but I felt dirty. I'd been so overwhelmed with work and the stress of all the work that it was becoming so difficult to keep my needs and tasks in line so that they got done. I was just able to keep focus of one or two huge looming projects in my head and if it wasn't for friends practically leading me with reigns through my other academic obligations I would be in so much trouble right now.

As it is, my personal life is still in shambles and it's going to take all week to get it back into some semblance of functionality. At least I'm clean now and it sounds really, really silly but being clean after these last couple weeks is really an accomplishment. I feel that must sound awfully silly and probably hyperbolic, especially to people who know me personally as I put such a good face on things, but I really mean it. I managed to wrap my head around what needed to be done enough to manage the sundries of personal hygiene and that can be a real accomplishment sometimes.

Next up: reequilibrating my medication regimen.

I'm getting to the point where I have to admit I need living support. I don't need a nurse but I need to live with someone else who is able to manage some of the things which I have difficulty managing on my own. It's not even that much that I need and I wonder if they would even consider it significant at all but I feel it would make a huge difference in my quality of life. Little things create accessible space.

P.S.: So, if you were wondering why my blog sometimes goes weeks without being updated...

Supportive Bigotry

I'm often fascinated by bigoted statements which show through when we make statements in support of certain groups of marginalized people. Take, for example, this web-comic (Darwin Carmichael is Going to Hell).

In it two of the characters, Patrick and Skittles, and playing Grand Theft Auto. Patrick runs over a lady and Skittles gets incensed and demands to know why he had done this. Paraphrased:

Supposedly Biggoted Comment: I ran over her because she's a prostitute and running over sex workers is okay.

Supposedly Tolerant Comment: That was wrong because she might have been supporting a family and you have hurt her family.

Of course, what I took away from it was that the crime committed wasn't the violence against the sex worker but the harm that it could have caused her potential family. Had it just been the prostitute everything would have been peachy.

That's a pretty messed up message.

Of course, this doesn't mean in any way that either author of this strip is bigoted towards sex workers. But that's the point, isn't it? It's not about their bigotry so much as it is about an entire system that allows these messages to be considered so normal as to, well, be normal.

Burger King and Treating Symptoms

I was pretty hungry yesterday when I got out of lab. I knew I didn't really have anything to eat at home and I had very little money in my pocket so I got on my usual bus and hopped off next to the neighborhood Burger King to get something to fill my stomach. I walked up and opened the door, where I was confronted by a solid wall of little green paper shamrocks. They were part of a donation drive for Jerry Lewis's Muscular Dystrophy Association, also known as "Jerry's Kids."

Now, I can't support an organization which actively and intentionally plays upon and reinforces the most base and dehumanizing tactics with regards to people with disabilities in order to raise money to... well, let's face it but trying to create a world where people with disabilities don't exist is hardly the most progressive of goals. It's harmful for disabled people everywhere and it's hardly something which I could ever support.

I considered boycotting Burger King until their campaign is over and, in fact, this is something which I will be doing. However, when I think about it it's not really going to make a difference. There's a whole wall of reasons why this could never work. All those people who supported the MDA far outweigh the number of us who feel hurt by their campaign. It's not a numbers game we can win.

We're a minority.

The shamrocks on the wall are a symptom. We could rally against them, try to stop them. We certainly shouldn't give our support. Yet, we are a minority and alone we are, as we have been, ignorable. We can not muscle change.

We need respect so that when we are grieved others will listen because it is the right thing to do.

Some day we'll get there.

Deserving of Care

I'd just like to apologize for not posting much recently. I've been thoroughly overwhelmed between my actual work responsibilities and my obsessive brains being stuck in a rut. I'm going to really make a point of posting something at least every few days but in the mean time I want to say thank you to all the people who seem to be sticking around anyway: You guys are awesome!

I've been thinking a lot about institutional accommodations and how we treat disability in the bureaucracy. It seems like there are a lot of needless roadblocks placed in the way of people with disabilities when we seek accommodations, even when said accommodations wouldn't be "unfair to everyone else" if an "everyone else" went and tried to procure them. It didn't make a lot of sense. Why would someone limit access to an accommodation unless someone who needs it is able to prove that they need it?

Then I realized that that's not what they're doing at all. They're not concerned at all whether or not you actually need it. They're not gatekeeping based on need. They're gatekeeping based on what they perceive as merit. Merit is not need.

Need is not enough. You need to "deserve" it, even when the accommodation is not a finite resource.

Pretty messed up, isn't it?

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The same can be said about trans issues, as well. I was born and assigned male at birth. Yet, I need to be able to live honestly and be able to present myself as the woman I am and have that presentation respected by those around me. Scratch that: I need to to accepted as female, full stop. It doesn't matter why, I just do. I need it.

I could be a flaming man-in-a-dress for all anyone cares but I need to be able to have my expression respected. I need it. When it matters why it no longer becomes a question of need. It becomes a question of merit.

... and that's wrong.