The Inane Rants of The Bionic Girl
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  • ahs: freak show - teaser #5 ”head to toe

     

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  • jackieinct:

    Expose: Shedding Light on Collective Beauty by Laura K Photography

    Found these pictures through The Militant Baker’s website. Through each picture you can see women as they actually are and every single one of them is beautiful. 

    <3

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  • thebionicgirl:

    I love Peter Dinklage

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  • Being happy is being in love and soooo much mores <3

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  • My Adult Truths (Truth’s 1 & 2…more installments to come)

    As my 27th birthday just passed and I just passed my 1 year at my job, I realized a lot of things about Adult Alicia that I haven’t wanted to completely admit since I graduated from college. A lot of my life weighs on me daily because I’m unhappy with where Adult Alicia is.  I’m stuck and don’t have the ability to fix it and that is frustrating to me.  My adult truths are as follows:

    1. The truth is I hate my job. I don’t dislike my boss at all.  I love her and I’m really loyal to her…BUT with that being said, just because I’m my bosses right hand and go to person does not make me the go to person for the whole company.  I carry way too much.  When did being office manager consist of also doing billing…and health care reform…and commercial accounts…oh and don’t forget marketing person….oh and the janitorial service for the office…..oh yeah and community shoulder to cry on and therapist and all for $10 (did you know that $1.00 more than a McDonald’s employee makes an hour since minimum wage is now $9.00…i mean but whose counting up the fact that I give service worth at least $16 an hour but for only $10…i mean it’s not like I’ve ever worked a double for no over time to help out or ran errands on my day off to do a favor for anyone…i mean what’s loyalty and hard work worth anyways? Oh yeah it’s worth $10.  
    2. The truth is I’m not fond of people anymore and I mean that in so many ways. I don’t care to associate with family members, friends or colleagues/associates who don’t two fucking shits about me until they need or want something…how about fuck off? I work too hard to let the people who supposedly “love me” to treat me like I’m below them because I’m the way I am. You don’t like my attitude? Cool, fuck off.  You think I should try to walk on a prosthetic because it’ll be “better” for me and I should lose weight?  Cool, fuck off.  You think I should try to not be so forward and honest about things at work?  FUCK OFF. I’ve spent a great deal of my life caring about the people that we’re close to me and what I realize is that the older you get, the more you have to become an adult, friends disappear because you’re always “busy” and you’re always “tired” and family quits asking how you are if you have other family members who are doing better than you.  If you’re the smartest in the family, have something amazing happening to you or you’re on your death bed, no one cares about each other until they are forced to or when you’re dead.
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  • There’s not a voice out there for the disabled community.  The biggest minority in the world with the least amount of media & social commentary unless it’s negative. BULLSHIT

    congalineofdurin:

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    team—wolverine:

    therealbarbielifts:

    eisforedna:

    On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.

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    Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing. 

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    Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool. 

    My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver. 

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    That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.) 

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    ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.

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    May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.

    In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33. 

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    Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)

    As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome. 

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    Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome. 

    In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners. 

    Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.” 

    Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this: 

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    YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS! 

    But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story. 

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    Edna refusing to go inside. 

    These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless. 

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    For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.) 

    Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below. 

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    But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry. 

    By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.

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    She’s dead, too. Surprise.

    She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna. 

    So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”) 

    But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].” 

    He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this: 

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    So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!

    Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them

    I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.

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    Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed. 

    Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.

    That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding. 

    I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled. 

    Thank you, 

    Jeanie 

    Facebook:  facebook.com/eisforedna

    Twitter: @EisforEdna 

    This made me cry

    SIGNAL BOOST

    STOP SCROLLING. THIS PERSON ISN’T ASKING FOR MONEY AND THIS POST WON’T MAKE YOU SAD.

    This is a really uplifting and inspirational story of a family sticking by each other and making things work despite a whole lot of shit

    They just want to find other people in the same position they are, for a sense of community and to feel like they aren’t alone.

    I know out of all of you, some of you have followers who are living with and taking care of intellectually or emotionally disabled family members, and this lovely and unbreakable pair of sisters need to find them.

    SIGNAL BOOOOOOOOOST

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  • dyslexicdan:

    My submission for the Every/Body zine. More info can found at flyawaydog.tumblr.com and the details for submission can be found here.

    I apologize if it’s a bit sappy but I really like what Greer is doing so I wanted to submit something honest that wasn’t pandering or dismissive of the topic.

    I prefer my man with meat on him, he has to compliment my curves <3

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  • phantasmicsusurrus:

    Animal fun fact: Chinchillas can’t get wet. Their fur retains too much water and will start to grow mold. So they bathe by rolling around in dust.

    Chinchilla fun fact: Chinchillas have around 20 hairs per follicle; unlike humans who have 2-3 hairs per follicle. Because their fur is so dense, they cannot get fleas or other parasites. The bugs will suffocate in their fur.

    Chinchilla fun fact: Petting one of those awesome little guys feels like touching a motherfucking cloud.

    Chinchilla fun fact: They can also do parkour 

    <3

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  • hoyaholic-hopanda:

    i salute you for all the women out there.

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    mightymorphinlightskin:

    this is too real..

    Speaks volumes!!

    Outkast always relevant

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  • suicideblonde:

    The Fall

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