[ID: a digitally drawn two-panel comic. / Image 1: Text reads: “How I expected using a cane would feel:” Panel depicts a miserable person in tattered clothes, hunched over a cane and shaking as she walks. / Image 2: Text reads: “How it actually feels:” Panel depicts the same person, now standing tall and wearing flowing wizard robes and a long white beard. Her cane is at her side, glowing with magic, and she looks confident and powerful. /End ID]
Ooooh, can you do one for wheelchairs except it’s a throne? Because I definitely feel like I’m cruising around on a throne.
How I think a wheelchair will make me feel:
How my wheelchair actually makes me feel:
That’s it! That’s it exactly!
I haven’t gotten a wheelchair yet (blargh hoops) but I’ve rented and used scooters at places and
how you think it’d feel:
how it actually feels:
If I may add,
How I thought forearm crutches would make me feel:
How forearm crutches actually make me feel:
[ID2: A woman sitting in a wheelchair at an airport looking at something in her lap vs a video game character with purple hair leaning back casually while flying around in a throne-like one-person open craft.
ID3: An old man on a mobility scooter vs a person in racing gear and a helmet whizzing by on a four wheeler.
ID4: A person with forearm crutches staring off into the sunset vs an anime character standing on rock outcrop wielding two swords.]
This!!!!! This is what young disabled people should be exposed to. We are powerful! Fantastic! Hot and cool as hell!!!! Use your mobility aid and discover your inner badass.
i think every religious holiday should also be an official national holiday where you don’t have to work or go to school or anything and i also think in order to be respectful and inclusive we count the holidays of any religious group that has over like ten people. with the power of friendship and a shared google docs spreadsheet we could make sure no one goes to work ever again
My roommate (the one who hates septum piercings so much they make her gag) thinks my art is the most disgusting and ugly shit on the planet, and every time I announce that I’ve sold a piece or gotten into a show, she makes the kind of facial expression you’d expect of someone eating chili at a live autopsy and says, “I’m glad you’re having fun! :)”
You’re all misunderstanding; I love her so much and I’m having a great time. It’s like when you’re a kid and you chase other, less cool kids around the playground with a fun worm you found.
She doesn’t consume any media besides sitcoms and reality TV, and doesn’t have social media besides Facebook, so when I come to her with something even remotely bizarre, she just has absolutely nothing to compare it to. Like, when I show her something mildly weird that made like this:
She’s just fully convinced that I personally invented the concept of body horror all on my own specifically to make her life a living hell. She thinks I’m the only person like this alive. It’s so funny. I love her.
