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2020 was an eventful year for most people. I was not an exception. For me, it meant the entire world would finally be a bit more empathetic about the situation I had found myself in for the last several years: Being confined to my apartment. I made a few friends Although my reason for being... Continue Reading →
Slighte-ly Maggie Podcast 1 Transcript 4:31 PM: Transcript Doing this idea of the podcast... Slightely Maggie the podcast. What does that look like? Slightely Maggie the advocate for herself. I'm not good at advocating for myself. I'm better at advocating for other people. What I did notice today while I was in the virtual hearing... Continue Reading →
It's been a few years since I started reflecting on my relationship with LGBTQIA+ Pride and how my relationship with the month of celebration has changed over the years. From the outside, I appear as a cishet (cis: living as the sex my body was born (female), het: heterosexual) woman who is an active member of... Continue Reading →
Over the last four years, the essay was expanded into a creative nonfiction long-form essay, then eventually outlining and planning out my book.
In spite of the fact I was living with no running water and only the sparsely-available electricity of a small solar panel in a fifth-wheel I called ‘home’ with a husband as temporary as the broken-down RV, I applied to Southern New Hampshire University...
Since I had knowingly manipulated people using my sexuality and theirs, I also knew how to manipulate people into STOPPING their objectifying of my body. I made it one that less people would be attracted to. I made myself as UGLY as I possibly could.
The reality of living in the Pacific Northwest as a disabled person during a housing crisis In October 2018, the day before my 52nd birthday, my doctor prescribed a power chair for my worsening disabilities related to my exposure to the antibiotic, Levaquin. I live in a low-income apartment complex in Olympia, Washington. They have a little blue... Continue Reading →
This virus came as the 30th anniversary of the Americans for Disabilities Act began and it has highlighted our FAILED inclusion of people with disabilities as well as our utter failure to educate our population that being different is okay and should NOT BE FATAL.
For over half a century of my life, I had been sexually attractive to someone. I just wanted that part to stop. I just wanted someone to see the daughter of God that I was, and not a piece of meat to use.
For weeks we worked with my physicians to discover that although my swallow reflex was completely intact, I could no longer feel that area of my throat, which caused me to panic.
