Monthly Archives: June 2015

Trans woman interrupts Obama at White House LGBT reception

This was not cool. President Obama, this was not cool. This lady had something to say, and you dissed her!! 😦

Fusion

An LBGT immigrant rights activist interrupted President Obama during a speech at a White House reception on Wednesday.

“President Obama, release all LGBTQ immigrants from detention,” said the person who identified as a trans woman.

“I am tired of the violence we’re facing,” the woman told Obama.

Immigrant rights activist identified the woman as Jennicet Gutiérrez, a founding member of FAMILIA TQLM, an immigrant rights organization.

“You shouldn’t be doing this. Can we escort this person out. Can we have this person removed please,” a frustrated Obama said over the microphone.

At one point Vice President Joe Biden held his hands up to his face in frustration for exchange that went on for over a minute.

“There is no pride in how LGBTQ and transgender immigrants are treated in this country. If the…

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U is for Unity

Thank you for writing this series, Sparrow. ❤ ❤ ❤ Very well said!! 🙂 I can hardly wait to buy the book of this series when it comes out. You are an awesome person and an awesome friend to me!! 🙂 ❤ ❤ ❤

Talking To Your Autistic Child About Autism

Parenting Autistic Children With Love & Acceptance

image: rainbow colored textured background with white text that reads: Talking to your Autistic child about autism. image: rainbow colored textured background with white text that reads: Talking to your Autistic child about autism.

Should I tell my child that they are Autistic?

Yes

Your child already knows that they are different from most other people. They might not have a word for it, they might not be able to pinpoint what makes them different, but I have yet to meet an Autistic person who did not know instinctively and from a very young age that they were “different”.

Hiding this type of important information about themselves from your child is telling them that the thing that makes them “different” is not okay….in fact…it is a bad thing.

Pretending it’s not there doesn’t make it go away, it just causes confusion, hurt and shame.

Will telling my child about their diagnosis just allow them to use it as an “excuse” to misbehave?

Autistic children are not using…

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Disabled genders

Awesomely well said, Shain!!! 🙂 ❤ ❤ ^

Silence Breaking Sound

If an alien were to visit certain parts of Earth and take a look at many of the bathroom doors here, they’d see a regular bathroom for the figure in a dress, a regular bathroom for the figure in pants, and a single stall for the figure in a wheelchair.  Based on this, they might well come to the conclusion that human society recognizes three genders: man, woman, and disabled.  And, as far as how nondisabled people think about disability, they might not be totally wrong.

Disability is seen and treated as simultaneously emasculating and defeminizing.  On the one hand, it’s often assumed that disabled people lack some of the most prized qualities associated with masculinity — namely, physical strength and a keen intellect.  Meanwhile, we’re not considered to have positive traditionally feminine traits such as beauty and social graces either.  If anything, we get assumed to have the worst traits attributed…

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“Code” a Poem for H by N.I. Nicholson

A poem for Leah Kelley’s son H, by Ni. I. Nicholson. This was beautiful. I relate. I too have my own Melissa-speak that only i, and those who are closest to me, understand.

Thirty Days of Autism

A few seasons later… and I am still left breathless by the beauty of these words and images.

Code
By N.I. Nicholson

Dear H: for those of us to whom words
sometimes do not easily run, saunter, or even
amble: we speak in code. We think in code. We
construct our languages painstakingly
like little Tolkiens, separated by time, distance, and space:
but the Hobbits and the Elves ain’t got
nothing on us. We have the dexterity
of pictures, objects, or even
moving film to send messages to world,

or even to our own selves. Like
ladybugs made of burnished cinnabar
inlaid with little obsidian gems, loud like volcanoes,
each careful crafted by a God hand
and set loose to fly away home: these
little three-dimensional living hieroglyphics
exist so that your neighbor Mrs. L
can hold her place in time and never collapse
or fold up inside forgetful darkness…

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