here is what i see on cohost, in my heart; i am sitting on the shaded corner of a path in a public park, lounging around like it is my living room. i play video games and i write for myself by emptytagging and i have tables of books and things that people leave and take in an informal art library situation. sometimes people ask me about what im writing, or about the stuff on the tables. sometimes people just hang out and browse the tables peacefully near each other without really interacting. sometimes we stop and sit and talk about things. or just share a joke.
this is a projection of a fantasy of what it might be like to be a disabled person valued by society. imagine the deprivation of society this fantasy represents. many of you do not have to, i know.