Bohemian Crip Endorses...

Not that I'm like Obama, but if any Arizona members of Disability Nation want to know what I'm thinking about races and stuff, feel free to read it here.
_Definitely all in for David Garcia for governor not only because of his background in education, his take on choice(trust women), but because he has never given an interview wanting to "phase out" Medicaid  and Ducey has. Also, I don't see David getting invited to the Koch Compound in Palm Springs. Would really hate to see some of the racist framing against him win again too.

-January Contreras looks like our state's  best shot at criminal-justice reform, which I am excited about, but mainly I find her a good choice because, unlike Brnovich, she would not be a party to lawsuits that would wreck #ACA and pre-existing condition protections.Very important topics to your Bohemian Crip.

- The Sinema thing is the biggest saga, emotionally. Because I've gone from unreserved fangirl to almost total detractor, but I don't think either one is very healthy. I've finally gotten over thinking I'm inferior for lacking her polish and bursting CV, and I really do wish the Iraq war protestor would show up for the party a bit more often...Still, I'd rather deal with her depressing bipartisan fetish, than someone with her  knives out for our benefits like McSally(whose repellent lies about Kyrsten's background make me feel better about Sinema.

Anita Malik all the way over Schewikert.

Still haven't totally decided on the mayor's race. Valenzuela may have more heart-string appeal for me, but Gallego may have a better grasp on what the job entails.  Thoughts, anyone?

a "miracle" at 45...

Between one thing and another, I never imagined I'd be this age...kind of at the same time that I thought that one lucky break could catapult me into Trend Piece America, with its fads and vague jobs in media. I'm not sure if anyone ever got to live that story(Helen Gurley Brown, maybe) but I didn't, because my birthday is also literally an accident anniversary--as the years mount, I think maybe it's weird that I've always been so anticipatory of it(although these reflections aren't really about the size of the number...29 was actually the hardest to cope with so far because whenever I gave the digit anywhere, NOBODY believed me and thought I was being Coy Lady Who Doesn't like to Give Her Age, which is, you know, the opposite of what I'm about, but also, not sure why this is a thing.  I think your favorite movie might give you away one day anyway.(Too much John Hughes and I don't want an instagram...don't think I could sell 29 now!)  But that actually happened with a cop when I was a witness to a fender bender that year...not like I tried to work up angst about it, but turning thirty was actually a huge relief and, thankfully, no longer funny to anyone.

Maybe 45 will be like that, too. I already am glad to be experiencing so much political and disability solidarity.  I know what "we" are going to do for the next year or so, but as "me", I feel a little lost. i might decide what to do with "Somebody",but I ran out of big plans when "When I graduate. I am SO GONE" didn't happen or when nobody(mostly...there were a few exceptions) printed my attempts to write like an able-bodied person to show that I had Range(TM) Some of them were cute--I've found printouts in my dresser...thanks, Mom, but I guess I can see now why Perry White's heart didn't stop for those confections of airy wordplay wrapped around decidedly softball interviews with the occasional speck of insight that I usually didn't follow up.I wish somebody could have said the right thing to push me past all that, instead of marvelling that I was anywhere at all.

I almost died when I was born...my parents, on those few occasions when they talk about it, called my survival a miracle, but I think that made me think that there would be a point to all this somewhere, maybe even that somebody would say"Wow, lucky thing we know that girl who had oxygen loss to her brain!" or that I would have the kind of disabled life that makes it seem like mobility is for suckers...SPOILER ALERT: Nothing like this happened.  Unfortunately.  And I've never been to England, but I've driven through Oklahoma.

I wrote an op-ed...

Which I hope will appear in "a slightly different form" in our local newspaper.

I’m a published writer, but lately the little I’ve been writing all contains the phrase”as a disabled person, I…”which is hardly a phrase that would gain me fame or fortune. Historically, we’ve had things decided for us without a place at the table.That’s why I must urge Jeff Flake, as my elected representative in the Senate,  to consider the brilliant testimony of disability advocate Liz Weintraub. A vote for Kavenaugh is a vote against my bodily autonomy and self-determination, whether overtly, such as deciding that someone else should make my healthcare decisions, or in more of a slow-motion manner by undermining mechanisms, such as Medicaid, that provide healthcare in the first place.

Judge Kavenaugh has shown that he does not care about the rights that so many people(including  myself in some small ways) have fought so hard for, to live and work in our communities and stay in our homes: to be full members of our families and full and equal citizens. More than lesser concerns about secrecy and the hidden elements of Kavenaugh’s life and record(such as the mysterious benefactor who paid back all he owed for buying baseball tickets…may student-loan borrowers be so fortunate one day), lack of respect for my personhood as a disabled American woman has thrust me into this fight.

I understand that the odds are long, that a lot of shadowy people with deep pockets are really hoping people like me tear our hair out for sixty days. I also understand that, as someone whose upcoming birthday is something of an accident anniversary, my whole life has  been based around facing and surpassing long odds, even if I’ve never “overcome” my impairment in the classic sense. Maybe we can defend our nation the way we defended ACA…it seems like life-and-death to me, a humble activist and ink-stained wretch…shouldn’t it to my Senator too?

quick update...

Sorry, all, that it's been so long since the Bohemian Crip checked in. I had to put on my activist hat for a while, though I'm not sure I ever fully take it off now, and a few of the books i've read thinking they would make awesome posts seem less than crucial reading for perilous times, although I may revisit them.
--If you haven't called your Senators to oppose Kavenaugh, please do.(202) 224-3121
- Fitting in my writing around other stuff...fictionalizing an old 'nemesis" at Washington Post.

Elizabeth Warren spoke to our group this week...

about hernew bill to clean up Washington. The effects are varied to sum up here, but making policy to enrich oneself, as with the tax cuts, came in for some scrutiny, as did some members' stock trades.  One thing I appreciate about being a volunteer forProgressive Democrats Of America is that volunteers get to hear the same things as paid staff. Because it's an election year, she answered a messaging question in her no-nonsense style.  "Pick one or two things you want to talk about and talk about them all the time."
She chose "Every Republican voted against protecting people with pre-existing conditions." and that the amount of the tax cut could have paid the country's student debt.

Stop Running Your E-Books Through Spell-Check And Calling It Good...

Maybe I'm a little more  sensitive about this as I'm hoping to write the Query Letter that Will Change My Life(TM) at a time when I have to fight a million other writers for a busy agent's time and every part of the process tends to remind me how disposable I am, but:
-a "complement" and a "compliment" are not the same, even though, if you have a spouse, she probably likes both.
"discrete" is not "discreet"
Don't even get me started on the dude with the legal thriller who depicted someone as "waiving her arms frantically"(I've heard a good  legal team *can* cost an arm and a leg, but I wasn't sure anyone meant it literally!)Yes, it's a word so the computer won't spot it, but it's the wrong word, so it makes you picture the wrong things.  Spend money for copy-edits or make your mom read it...get some human eyeballs on it.

This post is not about straws...

but if you are able-bodied and want to know why so many are, recently, read this reporting from S.E. Smithhere. It provides a good summary of the issues raised.

Sometimes the atrocities come so thick and fast that even a committed blogger can't keep up. Earlier in the week, I was all pleased for coming up with a post title "Meghan McCain And The Mystery of My Last Damn Nerve" over one of her nationally-televised tantrums, but really? Is anyone surprised that Meghan is a spoiled ass?I've written about her before anyway, and the only thing that I can say for the better is that she is using make-up colors that don't remind me of Miss Piggy. Oh, and every  time she complains, she makes socialism look really good!  If I were really gracious, I'd probably owe her a fruit basket, but she could buy her own orchard, so I doubt that I would really bother.(Maybe if DSA does actually reach 50,000 members this summer.)

Words, despite being my most potent tools, do not seem enough to address the climate crisis or the state-sanctioned child abuse at the border(Although I did meet some nice cricket farmers on twitter this week...we bonded over a shared disgust for Jeff Flake and they pitched me on their cookies.  If I try one, I'll blog about it. Mixing it in batter makes me feel less squeamish than, say, a cricket-salad sandwich, but that is not zero squeamish.