Ok, so many of you have followed me for my disability advocacy, but I would like to introduce you to the well-rounded person I am.

So here is a thread of my most controversial disabled, fat, black, bi woman opinions.

I don’t like fruit in my dessert, if you wanted me to be healthy, you wouldn’t hide my nutrition in a heap of sugar.

Strawberry shortcakes and apple pies and is the only exceptions.

I don’t trust anyone who’s too gung-ho about America. Why? Like why?

What around you currently fills you with pride—and don’t say ordinary citizens making the best of the situation where the government has failed.

I refuse to watch anything in the era in which it is popular. I don’t know why. I just actively resist it. I guess I don’t like anyone else influencing me into watching anything.

I’ve never seen breaking bad nor Game of thrones probably for this reason.

I hate when people pray over me. Can’t stand it. Don’t touch me. Pray for yourselves.

No sex in the accessible stall unless you have direct knowledge of a disabled person having sex in thrrr before you.

Disabled people called dibs. Respect the dibs.

Disabled people being anything other than bisexual isn’t us “giving up on having a normal relationship.”

You all aren’t that normal, and to be frank, you’re not all that great.

You don’t get to tell me to lose weight if you can’t think of a single gym in a 20 mile radius that’s accessible. I don’t make the rules.

Ok, I think I’m done. This is what it’s like in my head all the time. This, disability rights, and the painful fall of America.