I wrote, wrote, and wrote all day today and I was very productive. I usually write 4 or so hours per day on average. My schedule is write for a hour or so, unless I'm going to a morning event. Then I usually go out, even if it's just for minute. Then I return and write for a minute. Evenings I'll usually have a trip out or chill with my TV and Richard, my cat. Then I'll write again off and on until bedtime. I'm pretty prolific. Everyday, I blog at least and most days I write poetry or fiction, if not both.

Today I went to a Best Buddies Fundraiser. Best Buddies is a program that connects people with intellectual disabilities and those without them, who may be able-bodied or have some sort of other disability like I do, and fosters friendships between the pairs. I don't have much money now and I'm sorry for that as they are going to have a budget cut of $60,000 this upcoming fiscal year which I think is really shameful (but what does our government do lately that isn't shameful? God I sound jaded). I've decided, however, to help them using poetry if they agree. They have a visual arts program there I'm going to request that people make art and then I'm going to write poems inspired by the art that they make. Sort of like illustration but in reverse. That wasn't my idea by the way. That was my assistant's phrase for it. I figure I'll give them half the money for the zine and I'll keep half because I need money to survive. Basically, I make now about $150.00 plus benefits if I'm really devoted to writing on the internet. I don't have a real job. If I did, trust me, I would give them all the money.

I'm also going to volunteer to be a buddy. Hopefully with another writer because they have an artist program. I've never written with anybody I didn't know. I've also never written with anyone with a intellectual impairment. I don't know what they're going to write like because of course they are individuals, but I suspect it might be happier than my usual political snarky commentary (but who am I to judge? I don't know as I haven't met them yet). Perhaps its my own stereotypes of people like them that expects their words to be all happy and rainbows. I don't really like admitting that, but it's true. I just realized I'm guilty of the same stereotypes I yell at other people for having. Not a fun realization.

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It must be mass media pisses me off day. First on the paratransit the driver was listening to The Savage Nation, a crazy right ring talk show, and the host Michael Savage asks, "Should people on welfare temporarily lose the right to vote until they get off it?" Excuse me, but what? In civics class, I was taught that every American of legal age was entitled to their single vote regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, or economic status. Apparently this guy wants to change the Constitution. If he had his way, I would never be able to vote at all, as I get benefits and Medicaid.

Then I cam home to write and veg in front of the TV. I watched Top Design. There was this designer named Andrea who opted to go home instead of continuing in the contest because she missed her husband and kids. I find this woman's behavior embarrassing to working woman everywhere and worry what message this sends to her kids. That you can't have it all? That you must choose between her family and your career? That's it's fine to give up! Whatever woman! I'm wondering why I am so furious, but I am and as any writer will tell you fury is worth noting.

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I had a backache this morning. So I opted to take a prescription pain pill. It made me fall asleep for 4 extra hours. I can�t do that when I have so much work to do. I really need to get my new wheelchair back; it was so much better for my back. My assist just left for her break. I�m proud of her, as she got me into my chair without incident or the first time ever.

Did you ever see one of those makeover shows where you�re like, �whatever they do it can�t be worse that what you put on your body yourself voluntarily.� This NYC school teacher that was on What Not to Wear was just such a person. At first, she looked so cheap. She wore shirts that showed her entire breast to teach. I thought, �what are you thinking, lady?� No teacher of troubled adolescents ought to wear that to teach.

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I was trying to enlarge the font as some have suggested I do, but I can't find the "font button". I had a totally fun day. It was my first real day out; I want to the Craft Center at UMass. It was cool to see Paula, the director of the Center, who I've known forever. I'm calling my new zine Gemini (my sign). It's about the duality of me. How parts of me are very organized, creative, and awesome. Yet, other parts are chaotic, overstretched, and not so cool. I don't mind being self-deprecating. It's a good writer's tool.

I loved exploring a new art form. It was a good workout for my hands, too. I think I burned some serious calories. I spent around $10 to $12 on rough draft materials alone. It's more ezpensive than just writing a standard text and black ink zine with a cool cover.

I'm so tired, but I don't feel like I can afford to take a nap if I want to get everything I want to get done.done. Only about 3.25 things on my to do list of nine complete and it's past 5pm. I feel like the world is simply moving too fast today. But, oh well, it's Monday and I'm behind because I missed a week of life due to illness. At least my paycheck came. Shopping trip and dinner out with disabled people Wednesday! I'm looking forward to the break!!

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Hi Everybody-

I'm a writer and activist with a disability who's totally happy to be here. I'm obsessed with election season; I'm a very political animal. I write lots of poetry, a poem a week during bad periods (normally it's a poem every two/ three days). Due to my disability, I have about six assistants that cook, clean, wash, type and so on. I spend lots of my time advocating for them, myself, and others with disabilities. That's the most important thing I contribute to the universe besides merely existing as a bisexual, women of color with a disability and showing that such people can have happy productive lives.

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