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The fundraiser for the ICE agent in the Renee Good killing has stayed online in seeming breach of GoFundMe’s own terms of service, prompting questions about selective enforcement.

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During a Friday protest outside the ICE processing facility in a Chicago suburb, federal agents deployed tear gas and pepper balls against protestors, press and elected officials.

Y’all. This world is…something else. I am still moved to tears on a regular basis about what we (the US as well as other countries) are doing in the name of…what? Capitalism? I don’t understand, honestly, how people can continue to act as if nothing is happening. I am doing all the things I know how to do in terms of boycotting and avoiding companies.

Mia Mingus, a disabled activist of color, coined the term "access intimacy" some time ago. I remember stumbling across it and feeling that awe that comes with finally finding a label or phrase which perfectly encapsulates an experience that's integral to your make-up as a person. To summarize very briefly, access intimacy refers to the comfort and ease disabled folks may feel, either with other disabled individuals or with non-disabled people who have truly become allies.

What is our foundation for liberation?

Ever had a child swear at you? No, not that kid, not the kid that you just told, “Close the chromebook,” or “Time for bed.” I’m talking about the child who swears at you and then afterwards you are left thinking, “What did I do?” Swearing is an important part of communication, and I am a fan. I know not everyone is, but I find that it can convey a sense of community (in the right circumstance) and of course, adds emphasis to what we’re saying.

HINT: Skip to the end if you're wondering why Martha calls me "TJ." For as long as I can remember, I wanted a nickname. For whatever reason, I've always connected nicknames with words like "blindie," blind jokes, and the right to (with consent) guide me in an unconventional way. All these things have to be earned. In the same way I despise outer-circle folks going around pontificating about "blindies," teasing me for a "blawkward" (blind plus awkward) moment, or steering me by the shoulders, I have always chafed at people's insistence on calling me "Cait," "CJ," or, God forbid, "Caity," unless they've expressly been told that I liked it.

I just want to start by saying that I am addicted to my phone as anyone else (TJ probably takes the most heat for this, so my apologies, honey) given the right circumstances. I know that it isn’t our fault, that phones and apps are designed to make us want them, to feel like we need them. They use dopamine against us, as well as the brain’s tendency to focus on the negative (some info on this from…

One of my fave "coffee shops" in SF is Christopher Elbow Chocolates. It's in Hayes Valley, which is kind of fancy-pants and pretentious, but it's freaking delicious, and it was close to where I used to live with my dad. I was introduced to this spot by my friend Kate, who's a braille teacher, and I still go there with her every so often.

Lately I find myself sitting with a feeling of absolute disbelief with a side of despair. I haven’t posted much about what’s going on in the world because I feel like I don’t always understand what’s happening, but I do regularly repost videos and posts on insta from sources I trust. These are folks who have done their research, and I appreciate their work so much.

…wherever you go, there you are. TJ (Caitlin) calls me The Ruiner, and it’s a title that I hold with pride. IYKYK. However, noticing racism, ableism, sexism and other oppressions takes a toll. TJ and I went on a cruise, y’all, and I had no idea what to expect. Neither one of us has ever done it, but this was our idea of a vacation that combined travel with a special interest, so we decided to go for it.

Hi, people! So, in case you are either (a) fully sighted with no blindies in your corner and-or (b) living under a rock, you oughta know that Facebook, in addition to all its inherent security and political badnesses, is becoming a regular trash-heap of accessibility problems. The most heinous of these include having to go through ridiculous work-arounds to do things as simple as composing a post, writing a comment, or being able to know what link we're clicking on before we leave Facebook.

Sometimes, all you want is a simple site to put your thoughts. One that you don't have to attach a lot of caveats to. Or maybe that's just me. I'm so ready for a place that's just for us.