Been thinking about the concept of disability realism as a line of flight from the compulsory pessimism of mainstream crip theory that masquerades as optimistic, which despite its radical language nevertheless tends to hinge on acceptance as its political north star.

I don't accept my limitations. They should be destroyed. I don't want them and they are bad. My friends hate them and I want them to be and feel better. Acceptance is nothing but a capitulation to a dominant order that immiserates us and then compels us to celebrate it.

Wanting to not feel like you’re dying all the time is not eugenics and for every moron who makes this comparison I wanna make you live a day with MECFS or MS or CP and see if you’d feel the same way.

@Parasite my chronic illness would be fucking up my life even if I didn't live in a capitalist helltopia