http://blog.shrub.com/archives/lake-desire/2006-01-24_128 Because we care about stuff Wed, 10 Mar 2010 18:49:51 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.1 hourly 1 http://blog.shrub.com/archives/lake-desire/2006-01-24_128/comment-page-1#comment-549 Lake Desire Wed, 01 Feb 2006 21:16:34 +0000 http://blog.shrub.com/archives/lake-desire/2006-01-24_128#comment-549 Whoa, people you've just met ask you if you'd like to get a drink? Funny how they seem to think you are desperate, like you need a man to feel complete and are willing to settle for less. Whatever the case, I see why you feel like you aren't respected. That's a really patronizing way to treat someone. Whoa, people you’ve just met ask you if you’d like to get a drink? Funny how they seem to think you are desperate, like you need a man to feel complete and are willing to settle for less. Whatever the case, I see why you feel like you aren’t respected. That’s a really patronizing way to treat someone.

]]> http://blog.shrub.com/archives/lake-desire/2006-01-24_128/comment-page-1#comment-548 myrage Wed, 01 Feb 2006 20:51:20 +0000 http://blog.shrub.com/archives/lake-desire/2006-01-24_128#comment-548 I'm not an "attractive" woman (I don't consider I am), and if I'm disabled, I'm thankfully not in an armchair. But I know how it feels... "May I help you?", or sometimes it's so much quicker... "Do you want to get a drink with me?" Just because I'm disabled, I should be thankful they even ask... And it feels weird, too, when you get in the bus and feel lifted up by unknown male hands. If he had'nt been in his 60's, and just looked like a nice old grandda', I would have slaped him in the face. But sometimes, you wish you would not react that way, when a nice man you DO like offers you an arm. "No, thanks, I'm fine..." Just not to be too close to him, but what if that's what He wanted? Anyway, I wish we got indeed more respect from people. I’m not an “attractive” woman (I don’t consider I am), and if I’m disabled, I’m thankfully not in an armchair. But I know how it feels… “May I help you?”, or sometimes it’s so much quicker… “Do you want to get a drink with me?” Just because I’m disabled, I should be thankful they even ask…
And it feels weird, too, when you get in the bus and feel lifted up by unknown male hands. If he had’nt been in his 60’s, and just looked like a nice old grandda’, I would have slaped him in the face.
But sometimes, you wish you would not react that way, when a nice man you DO like offers you an arm. “No, thanks, I’m fine…” Just not to be too close to him, but what if that’s what He wanted?
Anyway, I wish we got indeed more respect from people.

]]> http://blog.shrub.com/archives/lake-desire/2006-01-24_128/comment-page-1#comment-544 Alas, a blog » Blog Archive » Link Farm and Open Thread #9 Wed, 01 Feb 2006 12:22:21 +0000 http://blog.shrub.com/archives/lake-desire/2006-01-24_128#comment-544 [...] The whole post is that great. Curtsy: Ariel on Shrub.com. [...] [...] The whole post is that great. Curtsy: Ariel on Shrub.com. [...]

]]> http://blog.shrub.com/archives/lake-desire/2006-01-24_128/comment-page-1#comment-519 ThinkNaughty » Disability and the Male Gaze Sun, 29 Jan 2006 17:05:49 +0000 http://blog.shrub.com/archives/lake-desire/2006-01-24_128#comment-519 [...] Via Shrub comes this post by Mahlia Miles, a self-described “pretty woman in a wheelchair”, who writes of the way her physical condition feeds the male body, both as a physically limited female body (and thus simply an exaggerated version of the female body’s helplessness in general), and as a (with a nod to Sarah Jones) 3-foot blowjob machine, a twisted version of the “grateful ugly girl” whose mouth is forever set at groin-height: I fucking HATE the fact that men have used my disability and “need for help” to get close to me. The next fucker who puts his hands on my chair, trying to get his good-citizen jollies and maybe a phone number, is going to get yelled at publicly on a city bus. I hate the feeling of looking over and realizing that the guy who’s been staring at me for the past fifteen minutes, trying to get my attention, is now three inches away from my face because he’s “trying to help” get the buckles off my chair. HE’S TOUCHING MY CHAIR, which is a hell of a lot like TOUCHING ME. [...] [...] Via Shrub comes this post by Mahlia Miles, a self-described “pretty woman in a wheelchair”, who writes of the way her physical condition feeds the male body, both as a physically limited female body (and thus simply an exaggerated version of the female body’s helplessness in general), and as a (with a nod to Sarah Jones) 3-foot blowjob machine, a twisted version of the “grateful ugly girl” whose mouth is forever set at groin-height: I fucking HATE the fact that men have used my disability and “need for help” to get close to me. The next fucker who puts his hands on my chair, trying to get his good-citizen jollies and maybe a phone number, is going to get yelled at publicly on a city bus. I hate the feeling of looking over and realizing that the guy who’s been staring at me for the past fifteen minutes, trying to get my attention, is now three inches away from my face because he’s “trying to help” get the buckles off my chair. HE’S TOUCHING MY CHAIR, which is a hell of a lot like TOUCHING ME. [...]

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