Another myth that is firmly upheld is that disabled people are dependent and non-disabled people are independent. No one is actually independent. This is a myth perpetuated by disablism and driven by capitalism - we are all actually interdependent. Chances are, disabled or not, you don’t grow all of your food. Chances are, you didn’t build the car, bike, wheelchair, subway, shoes, or bus that transports you. Chances are you didn’t construct your home. Chances are you didn’t sew your clothing (or make the fabric and thread used to sew it). The difference between the needs that many disabled people have and the needs of people who are not labelled as disabled is that non-disabled people have had their dependencies normalized. The world has been built to accommodate certain needs and call the people who need those things independent, while other needs are considered exceptional. Each of us relies on others every day. We all rely on one another for support, resources, and to meet our needs. We are all interdependent. This interdependence is not weakness; rather, it is a part of our humanity.
I love and miss Los Angeles.
i have been working on the same love story for so long not because i am being overly precious. there is no such as thing as overly precious. love is so precious and so terrible.
what i’m saying is: i am going to “finish” it by friday and then spend all my energy on getting it made into a film because maybe someone out there needs it. if not you, then at least me.
Women are supposed to be the ones on the balcony, not the ones down below professing their love. We don’t think the female romantic is romantic. We think she is a predator. We think she is desperate, unstable—Fatal Attraction, the cougar, the spinster, the troublemaker. But deep emotion in this age is a radical act.
There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you.
all the love to this less than one year ago self of mine who would stay up late writing songs she would never share with a single soul due to fear. baby girl, i am gonna make it all up to you (and maybe post of some of those songs.)
NOTHING IS “GOOD ENOUGH” JUST SHARE WHAT YOU MAKE FUCK THE HATERS AND IF YOU’RE THE HATER FUCK YOURSELF AND COME
I will teach my daughter not to wear her skin like a drunken apology. I will tell her ‘make a home out of your body, live in yourself, do not let people turn you into a regret, do not justify yourself. If you are a disaster it is not forever, if you are a disaster you are the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen. Do not deconstruct from the inside out, you belong here, you belong here, not because you are lovely, but because you are more than that.’
LA ZINE FEST’S 2014 KEYNOTE SPEAKER IS…JAIME HERNANDEZ!
That’s right: Love and Rockets Jaime Hernandez, in conversation with Charles Hatfield, author and professor at CSU Northridge. That’s about all we can tell you now (really, isn’t that enough??) BUT our official Facebook event page launches this Thursday with more information about events, panels, workshops, and all the fun stuff. We are really getting excited for February and we hope you are too!
AHHHH! I read this and thought I was going to scream but couldn’t because my breath was taken away by a joy angel…like the happiness that filled my body was enough pure light to power a human heart that needed to be restarted, a joy angel harnessed that energy by sucking a breath out. But the thing about pure light energy is that even if a joy angel comes to harness it and use it to restart a human heart, you still have the same quantity of pure light energy. Or if it starts to falter, you are still running higher because of the surge, and because of the now memory of the brightest light of your happiness. What I am trying to say is: THIS MEANS SO MUCH TO ME AND I AM SO EXCITED. (And maybe it was my own heart that needed to be restarted.)
All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel…. Think about it. There’s escaping from the wolves, fighting the wolves, capturing the wolves, taming the wolves. Being thrown to the wolves, or throwing others to the wolves so the wolves will eat them instead of you. Running with the wolf pack. Turning into a wolf. Best of all, turning into the head wolf. No other decent stories exist.