Look at my new hat. I wore this our second walk on Harford Pier. We saw an otter out in the water–sometimes it floated on its back to rest, then dove. I like the way you stim.
I wanted to embroider the words on this pink baseball cap, but my needle couldn’t go through the plastic. So I just used permanent marker, extra fine.
You can feel however you feel about autism. For me, it’s a valid variation of person, disabling to different degrees. I’d rather change non-disabled people to welcome more variety, than harm autistic persons like me, changing us to act more normal. The convenience of non-disabled people isn’t more important than my happiness and well-being.
At any rate, I like the way you stim. I put my ponytail through the gap in the back of the hat, like I saw others do long ago. It made me feel like a real lesbian, and I would start playing softball imminently.
“Yeah, you could start wearing keys on a lanyard too,” Ming said. I laughed and thought of my key lanyard at home. It was nice to queer on the pier. Love to my softball playing friends.
Also I like tractors! I saw a beautiful yellow forklift on the pier. What do you think? I think it’s gorgeous. Yeah, I’d like to embroider it. Look how the steering wheel presses up bravely, the scrape-rust, and the cute light on the top.
These are pretty pier supports. Nice lines. Yes, yummy.
Do you like this fishing equipment? I do. Even though I don’t like fishing. Looks serious!
There is this circle also, on a door. It’s grate.
If you tell me, “I like the way you stim,” that could inspire access intimacy. It’s a phrase of kindness, validating people with different sensory and social needs such as myself.
Love among disabled people is sacred. Thank you for doing love as you can.