Dream Diary, No.1301
Dreamed last night that I was walking (!!!) a dirt road to a cabin in the woods. When I got there I found myself in the kitchen - which was a down right mess. I mean dirty pots EVERYWHERE. I was standing in the middle of the mess, head full of my prior thick natural...
Disabled Chronicles, No.514
Having escaped the Second Coming of the Flood, you become hesitant to over hydrate. But as the day goes on, you realize that hydration is a must. So you mete out your water consumption slowly, to ensure that your kidneys don't turn into prunes. As you finish...
Disabled Chronicles, No. 513
Being awakened from your migraine induced slumber by your bladder threatening anarchy on your bedsheets. While your aide thankfully allowed you to sleep in, this gift has now turned into a four-alarm, straight panic situation. As Management, you invoke your zen and...
Disabled Chronicles, No.179
Looking at yourself in the mirror after your aide has dressed you for the day and wondering if she had her eyes open through any of it, cause she can't really think this look of dishevelment looks good, even on you. Then trying not to sound angry as you instruct her...
Disabled Chronicles No. 56729
That moment you're running late and manage to catch the up elevator before it closes... Only to realize in utter horror that no one is in the elevator and there is no one in the hallway who can press the button of your desired floor as the door closes behind you. Now...
Mother Magic
© 2016 Sandra Jean-Pierre Ghislaine. I am forgetting what your laughter sounds like, your avatar, in my memories: head thrown back, eyes closed in joy, mouth wide in mirth- is silent faded I am no longer able to re-produce You fully. What I remember? the...
Disabled Chronicles, No.374905871
Disabled Chronicles Definition Of The Day: Struggle Smoothie: That 1/2 of a sad banana, 2/3 of a spinach leaf, them 2 and 5/8th piece of strawberry, the whisper of pineapple you spoke into the blender pitcher, along with half your ice supply and the two drops of...
Human Kindness
Been feeling kinda bummed. Thinking about how things in my life have not turned out the way I imagined, despite how hard I try and push. So I headed out, to run some errands... I also stopped off and grabbed some eats. After my order arrives, the manager of the place...
Of Nights
© 2016 Sandra Jean-Pierre Maybe In another life, where our skins aren't so papery-thin and our minds aren't so filled with resignation. ...where our ships don't sail in the darkest of nights, maybe that's where the sun will greet us.
Disabled Chronicles, No. 7645
I'm always fascinated by people's perceptions of me. The stories they tell themselves about how it must be to be me. I was acutely aware of this during my hospital stay. The staff there assumed I lived in a facility and not my home. They assumed I lived with my Mom,...
Dear Butches
Being Butch does not erase your femininity. I don’t desire you because you ‘look’ or ‘act’ like a man. I want you because only you can wear those masculine clothes like you do. I want you because I know that beneath those masculine clothes, are the soft curves and...
More
After writing a post about showing up in your own life, I haven't been doing that here... or many other places, at all. I could blame it on any number of valid things: incapacitating migraines, being sick with this seasons flu of the month, Life®. And all those...