When you think of disability and how to make lives more easier for disabled folk the first things that are often though of is access requirements and the truth of the matter is, that it’s a highly important thing to think of, but how do we even contact disabled people to come to events to make them accessible for them in the first place? This question is just as valid when we are talking with the trans community as well, and if you have just joined me you might think that this is a very weird tangent, but I am both trans and disabled and I need access.
There is quite a cross over in the LGBT community and disabled one. We don’t know why that is, it might have something to do with the fact that if you can be open with yourself as to who you are, it is easier to admit when you have problems. I don’t know, I’m not a scientist. But what I do know is that there is a serious feeling of alienation in both communities that needs to be addressed. There is a constant talk about how you want people to reach out and get to services and events, but there is no actual conversation on how we reach those who are most hardest to reach. Not much effort is put into it either.
The first things we can do is to research places that are already formed. I’m not talking about just buildings and physical meet up spaces but also online presence. Often where we are at home often, that is the starting out point of how to reach us. We can’t know of a thing designed for us if it’s not on a platform we would be using. Secondly, when you say you are accessible, what even does that mean to you and your venue? Accessible toilets are great, but if there is 5 steps to get in and no ramp, how is that accessible. Is there translators, does anyone know sign language? Are your staff have knowledge of autistic people. We are not demanding that you do everything, but listing off what your event and service provides is also a good place to start.
Alienation is not just an inability to access venues though. It’s a social issue as well as a mental health one. It is a feeling of hopelessness and lack of self worth. Something that has been programmed into both disabled and trans people as our entire world is designed for cisgender able bodied folk. We are reminded every day that people think we are second class citizens and it does drag us down to the point where we do not feel safe outside. The best thing to do with us is really simple. STOP DOING THAT. Each little back handed compliment and in your face insult just isn’t needed and behind those toxic thoughts and words are real people who are experiencing hell.
The final bringer of alienation is often how we behave ourselves as humans and as our own community. We all fuck up. All of our shit stinks but the queer community has a tendency to pick and choose the type of people they will “kick out” of the community and often some of the offences are nothing in comparison to the people they leave in. Life still feels like a popularity contest and trust me I’ve seen people who have been metaphorically dragged out for saying the wrong thing but the same people doing this go to venues that support racism. There are people who get shit for making a mistake due to being ill or neurodivergent but there are famous trans people who rip off hard peoples work and cause physical distress but they are left alone. Our own community is pretty fucking toxic and we need to be held accountable for the actions we do to our own peers, especially our own disabled peers. We need to pack our shit in.
Alienation is a terrible thing and we need to do everything in our power to try and stop this from happening to the most vulnerable members of society. Look after your friends and remind yourself that there are people out there that might actually need your help.
Today I’ve been asked to describe zebra’s without using black or white, so here it goes.
Zebra’s are smaller stripy horses found in zoos, safaris or wildlife areas.
Today I have been told to write my own eulogy. Since this is a pretty weird one, I’m still going to try it, but I don’t know how this will pan out.
Tyler was always a special person. Not special in the fact they were kind or smart, but special in the type of way that they called everyone a cunt and never knew how much rice was enough to cook.
He dedicated a lot of his time to helping people. Even when it took a lot out of him. He was a generous lover, and had many partners. He helped create a better service for trans people and helped with lgbt people get into services they needed to go to to get support.
They will be missed. Not just for the good he did, but how he enjoyed swearing at people. Whether it was accidental or not. Let’s remember Tyler for who they were and not just the person people thought they were.
What’s your zodiac sign? and Do you believe in horoscopes?
I’m an Aries, and as to whether I believe in them, I’m really sceptical about the whole thing. It feels like most of the times its just a load of buzz words that could apply to anyone. Sometimes it seems accurate, but it could be just because it’s written like that.
That’s it people! A-Z challenge done and dusted. I’m still going through the list of participants, so bear with me if I haven’t seen your blog yet, its taking its sweet time. I will do a feedback post on it as soon as possible. Thank you for sticking by this and thank you for the wonderful people who chose what I was writing about.
❤ Thank you ❤
Tell us about a time you have broken wind, that was really funny
Fuck you guys! I come here to do a writing challenge and I have to embarrass my way through this month.
Ok I can’t give any personal ones, not because I am shy, I just don’t have any great stories that involve me breaking wind personally, but one time my ex farted in a phone box and trapped me in it. I laughed so hard, I pissed myself! Actually pissed myself.
Thanks who ever chose that one
What makes you feel alive?
Air and breathing, is a general rule makes me feel alive.
Other things though are as followed.
√ Getting over a couple of hundred views a day on my blog
√ When I hear Corey Taylor sing. If you don’t know him/ only know him from slipknot, YouTube Corey Taylor Wicked Game. Your ears will thank me.
√ Getting perfect sleep.
√ Rollercoaster rides
I think I’ve already posted about my fears before, and I think this is the same thing but I will explain again things that make me shit myself with terror.
Furbies – fuck that!!! I have a phobia of them, honestly they are the scariest thing in the world.
Loosing my family. That scares me, I don’t know what I would do without them.
Loosing all my contacts. What happens if I’m in an emergency? There will be no one to get hold of.
Donald Trump. Sorry supporters, but he terrifies me.
The comment on this is “Awkward sex stories are the best”, so I assume that’s what the person who chose this wants to hear. Ok, let’s mention a couple of stories and points that have made sex uncomfortable or awkward.
1. I once did it in a club on stage with my partner at the time, there was a good couple of hundred people there. It wasn’t a sex club and it was pretty obvious we were fucking. We got kicked out of the club not because we fucked on stage but we tried to have round two in the toilets.
2. I’ve seen an ex partners parents collection of home photos they have taken of themselves whilst they were doing it. That made dinners with them very awkward.
3. I’ve had to go to hospital for a couple of sexual injuries. The worst being that the batteries from my vibrator exploded and leaked, and I got battery acid burns where you shouldn’t EVER get battery acid.
4. Got caught by a priest fucking in a church. I’m sorry. I’m very very sorry.
5. I suffer from sexomnia which means I tend to do sexual stuff in my sleep. This may sound funny, but I cannot share a bed with anyone unless they are fully aware that this happens and is beyond my control. It has ruined a good few friendships sadly
Tomorrow is T – Terror
What is your one luxury item and why
Short post this time. Honestly its weed, its something I truly enjoy in life and it helps with not only my sleeping but helps with my seizures and my arthritis without having to take a shit load of pills.
The laws are bullshit in this country, and I hope they change so it’s at least decriminalized.
Tomorrow is P 🙂
Nature didn’t have any questions or descriptions to it, so for this post I have asked my sister to show some of her photography. I hope you enjoy the photos, please feel free to share this post. For more images of the owls visit Bob’s Buddies UK