No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings. →
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon—now with climate crisis, rising fascism, increasing disability, eventual poverty, and inevitable death.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
Does it make more sense to talk about an autistic person’s individual spectrum than to talk about someone being “on the spectrum”? Is “on the spectrum” a term that actually just confounds the issue? (Certainly it tends to lead to neurotypicals pulling out the nonsense, “Well, really, we’re all somewhere on the spectrum.”) My favorite post-diagnosis metaphor I ran across was that of a soundboard: every autistic person’s mix of autistic features and intensities is different. “Spectrum” in a sense should read like “fingerprint”, like the spectrographic fingerprints of the elements and compound in distant stars.