Well, hey, thanks. I am turning into what I had never hoped, the spinster biddy whose buttocks and chest have that sack of potatoes sag, and a stronger woman wouldn't get maudlin at all in a semi-public environment-- not that I've done as badly here as I did at Speakeasy, with a couple of disability cyber communities thrown in along the way.
I will either get the better of my worst tendencies or not. I do not want to suicide or anything like that, nor do I want to live online as I used to, though I am here a good deal, I just don't know what to go on to. I don't want the man back, and if I could leave public housing I'd throw a LitNet party that would make the cops reconsider staking me out
, but I'll never have the income to give myself that kind of freedom. I can do something slightly excessive like go to the literature conference this spring, but I need to be sure I really want to go, as the logistics will be a hassle--I don't like flying because airports are known to destroy power chairs, so it will be via Amtrak, but I need to make even small, incremental changes, and it will not be easy and I am not sure what they should be, as I do not like disability paradigms.
And I made most of my freelance earnings saying so or illuminating on those, as they were the source of my former career. So it goes, in a little soft shoe on Vonnegut...
Originally Posted by Heathcliff
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