It is too humid. I am feeling it, and haven't eaten much, but let me reference Tiffiny Carlson's Spin 2.0 column about SCI sexual issues, and my latter day emails to Linda. Frankness is part of the territory, in the educational sense, and when Linda and I had a healthy camaraderie, we had a good laugh about a soft smoker I saw during my teens with Sue. I described it.
"I think I saw that!" was the exclamation, and on the basis of the unexpected recognition, this represented a healthy bit of fun, but there is a difference between that and crossing personal boundaries, then making me eat shit about my discomfort, and setting me up to fall on my sword over a job I could not do that then illegally went to Erik's lover, and subsequent to that nearly killing me over the next seven years. Independent living centers are corrupt simply by the segregated nature of the paradigm. New Mobility knows this, but they thrive on puff pieces mainly useful for wrapping fish bones. Ragged Edge, now defunct, was actually closer Washington Monthly in terms of its investigative caliber. Some of Mary's contributor's had good policy critiques.
As to Tiffiny's indignation about the You Tube cull-- that I can't speak to, whether or not your children need that exposure. Now I need to lie down; haven't even made my coffee.
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