Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
It is worth noting that not all problems are 100% socially constructed, and therefore this conception of justice is not always an option.
For example, you can strive to reduce disability stigma, and you can give the disabled better healthcare, but people with incurable denegenerative diseases who experience chronic pain and deteriorating health are still going to experience unfair suffering, and the only way to truly fully “remove the cause of the inequality” is to literally invent a miracle cure.
I’m reminded of that post talking about how X-Men is the perfect metaphor for leftist infighting, like that scene from the movie (was it X2? X3?) where Storm says “we don’t need a cure; there’s nothing wrong with us” to Rogue, the girl who literally can’t touch people without killing them.
Which is to say,
I’m concerned people will look at this graphic and leave with the takeaway that pursuing equity is a waste of time, and the only thing that really matters is eradicating the root cause.
Because as important as it is to, for example, fund scientific research to find a cure chronic fatigue syndrome, it is just as important, perhaps more important, to make sure that, until such time as we are able to discover that cure, we ensure people with chronic fatigue syndrome are getting as much support as it is possible to give them now.
My point is, it’s not a matter of equity vs. justice. Pursuing justice is not better and more ethical than pursuing equity.
We need to work towards solving the root problem, but that can take a really long time, time people who are suffering don’t necessarily have, so we also need to improve quality of life for people who can’t afford to wait that long.
We need equity AND justice. We need to strive for BOTH.
There’s a happy ending to, because the robbery was unsuccessful, the couple ended up getting the money Eden needed from a movie inspired by em! Also John only had to serve part of his sentence. Check out their wedding photos btw they’re beautiful.
reblogging because I’ve seen this post a thousand times and I’ve never seen the happy ending!!
Everyone go watch Dog Day Afternoon please please please it’s the movie mentioned in this thread it’s Sidney Lumet’s best imo and Al Pacino plays John and he is heartbreakingly good in it.
The worst thing you can do, as someone who has recently realised they are transfem, is to let terves and transphobes convince you cis women will never accept you.
I was told that when I came out everyone would reject me. That I would find myself isolated from the world, and from other women especially, who would react to me with horror and revulsion.
In reality, within the first months of coming out, in no particular order:
My sister’s reaction on my coming out was, “Right, so I have a sister instead of a brother. Cool. I’m taking you clothes shopping tomorrow.”
A friend, when she learned I am a woman, immediately invited me to her women-only, girls-night-out birthday party the following week.
Another friend, when a friend of hers expressed doubts about my gender, immediately shut them down and reaffirmed I am a woman.
I went camping with a group of friends, and we had two tents, one for the boys and one for the girls; I was unsure as to which I should enter, to which a girl friend responded by grabbing me and physically dragging me inside the women’s tent.
In the women’s bathroom at a movie theatre a random woman, whom I’d never seen before and haven’t seen since, stopped me as I was going into a stall, to warn me there was no toilet paper in there, because she’d just used the last of it.
All of these, and more, some from friends, some from complete strangers. All within a few months, as a trans woman who hadn’t started medical transition yet, and was very visible as being a trans woman.
I’ve had some people reject me, true, but the vast majority, including almost all cis women, accepted me as a sister with open arms.
Does it ever blow your mind the amount of knowledge and resources humans have managed to accumulate over time?
We live so incredibly differently than the first anatomically modern humans did only 200,000 years ago, and it’s not because we’re that much smarter - it’s because we have this crazy ability to pass down information culturally.
And it seems to be exponential - we took over a hundred thousand years to start doing things like constructing shelters and making complex art, another 50,000 to invent agriculture and for non-nomadic civilizations to become common, and then only 10,000 after that to get to today - and the internet and space travel and global geopolitical systems.
You can definitely argue about the good and bad aspects of those changes, but they’re not things any one generation of humans could have accomplished on their own. We live in a world of absolutely mind-boggling complexity, and if you ask me, most of it’s pretty fucking cool. I love the internet, I love modern medicine and vaccines and public sanitation, I love space telescopes and knowing what the surface of Venus looks like. And I want so badly to know what humans will do in the next hundred years.
oh wow. I was just thinking about Kasidy Yates, as one does, and I realized that the reason why I like DS9 so much more than any of the other shows is that DS9 has plenty of main characters who aren’t part of starfleet?
It’s such a simple thing but it changes so much, it feels like a much bigger universe and it isn’t one where everyone is defined by their relationship to the definitely-not-a-military-organization fleet
in a lot of star trek not being in starfleet is almost treated as a character flaw sometimes. But no in DS9 you can even go to art school. There’s other shit happening that isn’t related to the pajama people
most star trek doesn’t even explore the life troubles of military wives
[Video description: a man holding a small chocolate box is wearing a orange plaid shirt, he is mostly bald but has a beard and small amount of hair on his head. The man also has tattoos on his arms.
Man: you know, momma always said having kids was like a box of chocolates
You never know what your gonna get
(the man opens the box and pulls out a small note with the word pansexual written on it)
Man: thats a good one!
(pulls out note with bisexual written on it)
Man: i like that one too!
(pulls out another note with asexual on it)
Man: thats a good one!
(pulls out card with gender fluid on it)
Man: yes!
(pulls out card with non binary on it)
Man: oh, yes!
(pulls out card with trans gender on it)
Man: definitely!!
(pulls out card with straight on it)
Man: thats a good one
(pulls out card with gay on it)
Man: i like that one!
(pulls out card with lesbian on it)
Man: and i like this one too!
There isn’t anything in this box that i dont like!
The video ends and is credited to princess dad @/ourdadnow on tik tok
End description]
this is so wholesome it made me fucking tear up
I’m reblogging this because it truly made me cry. If you’re LGBTQ+, and maybe having a bad day, please listen!
As I’ve previously mentioned, my grandmother grew up on a farm in Småland.
Her father had hired a farmhand to help with the cattle and the farm work. The farmhand had a disabled brother named Gunnar.
This was back in the 1930s, so Gunnar didn’t have any diagnosis or anything. But his body simply didn’t allow him to do heavy lifting and physically demanding jobs. He also seems to have had a poor immune system. And so he struggled to make a living. Working as a farmhand was one of very few career opportunities for a man with no (formal) education back then. (At least in that area.)
So the able-bodied brother asked if Gunnar could come and work on the farm, despite not being able to do hard manual labor. And my great-grandfather agreed to this.
Gunnar started helping my great-grandmother around the house. He was physically unable to do “a man’s job”, but he turned out to be incredibly good at “women’s” work. My great-grandmother had been feeling lonely, working alone in a big farmhouse all day. Gunnar didn’t just help lessen the burden of running a household. Him and my great-grandmother became close friends. They talked and sang and drank coffee in the comfortable silence between people who truly know, trust and love eachother.
My grandmother was an only child for most of her childhood, and Gunnar was her best friend. He always had time to tell her a story, or to play with her, or to just let her sit in his lap while he drank his coffee. And she loved him to bits.
According to my grandmother, nobody could tell as good stories and fairy tales as Gunnar. He had a way of bringing any story to life, to make you feel like you were there, with the prince in the enchanted castle. (He also accidentally put her off eating liquorice for an entire lifetime, but that’s a story for another day.)
I never got to meet Gunnar. He died when I was just a child. (My grandmother actually brought me along to the funeral.) But despite never having met him, I still feel like I know him, because my grandmother has told me so much about him.
The only thing she didn’t tell me about until very recently was his disability.
Because it simply didn’t matter. Not to her, and not to the rest of the family. He wasn’t “the disabled one” - he was just Gunnar. And if Gunnar couldn’t do heavy lifting, someone else could do it so what did it matter?
Gunnar had his own responsibilities on the farm. He was allowed to work and contribute to the survival of the farm pretty much on his own terms. He wasn’t forced (or expected) to do things that hurt his body. He was allowed to focus on the things that he could do, and he was respected for doing them.
Gunnar was not a burden. Gunnar was a skilled and diligent worker. He was also a good friend and a loving member of the family.
I wanted to share this story with y'all because I feel like this is a perspective on disability that’s almost never brought up.
