When it's Ableist to say it's Ableist
It is a shame that all the tools we develop are used to degrade the quality of our lives for the sake of the petulant egos of those who profit from them.
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Is There a Traitor in The Country of the Blind?
Seldom is it that I am compelled to write about a book before I can confidently say I am done with it. I want to know what I’m talking about, I need to know what I’m talking about. Half-formed thoughts on art don’t create nuance nor
Frightening Rhetoric from the White House. Again.
If you, like me, sit and wonder when the true groundwork for the inevitable claim for a third term and an increase in voter discrimination is to be laid, then you probably tuned in to the United State’s presidential address tonight (16 July 2026). There was some portent lying
I Have Beef with the Foundation Fighting Blindness
I am not so audacious as to consider myself a rhetorician, but my education consisted of an unhealthy amount of rhetoric and I can’t help but wear the hat. Leading me to draw ire with the Foundation Fighting Blindness. If the object of my derision is not immediately obvious
Blind Envy
An earlier draft of this confession had paragraphs of context to ensure that I don’t come across as antagonistic towards my fellow Blind comrades. But why is it my responsibility to ensure an audience can understand nuance? Can readers not parse it themselves any more, read with the subtext
On Being the Only One
Am I alone? The only benthic creature scrawling along the bottom of an othered ocean. I felt alone. I knew my great-grandfather was Blind, but he lived across a country and the stories I heard about him celebrated his refusal to use a cane or give up driving – his
Perfect Spring Loaf (Writing Battle)
A Daredevil Primer
In preparation for my upcoming Daredevil Omnibus (named so because of Daredevil’s comic book origins) I want to give a primer on the character and my relationship to it in general. If only to stave off any questions I inevitably get when I so much as mention the Man
They Tried to Justify Me
For their final, my Intro to Academic Writing students had to do one simple thing; argue for or against the existence of my job. Either individually, as in I shouldn’t be teaching, or institutionally, as in first-year composition courses shouldn’t exist at all. They’ve got some
I Identify as a Hater
Far be it from me to judge any disabled comrade on how to interpret their disabled reality, especially one that chooses to find joy and strength in it. But I just can’t get into Lachi’s I Identify as Blind. Honestly, I feel bad about it! Lachi is objectively