so weird now that "autistic" was our first marginalising self identifier - still essential for our survival in a welfare system, but rarely a way we identify ourselves any more (we still do bits about its behaviourality). Anyway, we need the free money so we plough on.

Have not even begun to come to terms with the last 2 years. At least we can now prepare food again and can stop eating ready meals maybe.

I personally think the possibility that primitive accumulation doesn't account for the rules of general relativity is more interesting than whatever the fuck Sian Berry has to say, but what do we know eh?

counterpoint to this: on one of our lowest nights this summer, we found ourselves alone in Brixton realising we're looking at one of our posters repurposed by a group and it made us realise there might be things we could still offer the world. Don't want to be alive, but there's stuff to still do.

Can't help with most of this without ending up in court, which isn't a no, but that last bit *would* work as an excellent belt or T-shirt or even trousers idea where you actually recessed a physical serial port in the fabric.

Fucking Halloween out here looking like a transfemme Uncle Fester.