sasha_feather: Garak from deep space nine (Garak)
Posting this here, copied from Twitter, so I can save it. I had a lot of fun with these prompts (suggest more if you'd like). Twitter is nice for this kind of thing because it encourages just writing what comes to mind rather than over-thinking things.

The original meme was "give me a fictional character and I'll tell you why I would not date them." This seemed too negative to me and besides I don't really date anyway, so I changed it to "I'll tell you where I'd take them on a date."

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sasha_feather: Black, white, and red image of woman with futuristic helmet (Sci Fi Woman)
A Modern Miracle of Technology

Written for [personal profile] deepsix as part of Joy Fest, which celebrates characters of color.

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel)
Additional Tags: PWP, needs more metal arm, Domestic, Established Relationship, Rimming, JoyFest, POV Sam Wilson


Summary:

If you are looking for a story about Bucky and Sam having sex, that's what this is.

sasha_feather: Retro-style poster of skier on pluto.   (Default)
Thank you to [personal profile] runpunkrun for finding this article for me! I thought it was lost for good so now I'm going to post it several places.

Selective Mutism
3 September, 2010guest post

“To choke”, used as a metaphor in performance, means to freeze up, to fail to perform, to be overcome with stage fright or other emotions and simply stop moving. To become “choked up” with emotion, a phrase familiar to many of us, means to feel emotion so strongly that it is difficult to speak. It is a feeling of the throat tightening and words stopping.

These are natural, normal phenomena that most people feel once in a while.

I have Selective mutism (link goes to Wikipedia) which I classify as a disability and also believe to be a natural and normal phenomenon, albeit a rare one, affecting an estimated 7 in 1,000 people. I am currently seeking treatment for it which has me thinking about selective mutism more than I usually do, and its impact upon my life.

Selective mutism is mostly seen in children and adolescents, and it is important to understand that it is a failure to speak, not a choice not to speak. It is not a reflection upon the child’s parents; it is a disability. The child would like to speak but cannot, in certain environments, to specific people, or about certain topics, due to extreme anxiety. This disorder can extend into adulthood, which is the case with me. I was never formally diagnosed or treated as a child.

There are specific instances from childhood and adolescence that stand out in my memory, and others that my family still talk about, that are good examples of selective mutism in my life:
I did not speak to my preschool teacher the entire year (but talked freely at home)
I did not talk to store clerks
I went to junior prom and did not talk to anyone due to anxiety
I did not talk much in church/Sunday school and did not make friends there; although I made friends freely in other venues

What I have trouble talking about now: Basically anything that is associated with a lot of emotion. Here are some examples:
Sexuality, being queer
My chronic pain and illness
Conflict with friends or family
I have trouble calling people I don’t know or knocking on doors, although I don’t think this is uncommon for shy people
I am sometimes uncomfortable being asked to keep secrets or not to talk about things because it reinforces this anxiety

One article I read recently said: “You can’t get a kid verbal until you have social comfort” (http://www.selectivemutism.org/news/people-magazine-spotlights-dr-elisa-shipon-blum-director-emeritus). This resonated quite strongly for me, because as a queer person in society, who was closeted (to myself) for a very long time, it is rare that I am socially comfortable. I have certainly learned many coping techniques. But it is hard to speak when you are not comfortable with yourself, and when society makes you feel unsafe. I cannot talk about selective mutism without talking about my experience of being queer, and being closeted. They are tied together. Activist Mia Mingus says, “intersectionality is a big fancy word for our lives.”

What does selective mutism feel like? People talk about a flight or fight response to danger. This is a third response, a “freeze” response. The body senses danger, although the source is unclear, and the body freezes. Talking is impossible. Even thinking becomes different, slowed, unclear. “How can I get myself out of this situation?” is usually what my brain is focusing on, but often that thought is in conflict with some other need or desire like wanting to be at a party or needing to answer a question directed at me. It is a terrible feeling, a deer-in-headlights feeling. I want to escape, but I can’t figure out how, I can’t figure out what is even going on. As I have learned more and more about this I have learned to simply feel the anxiety, feel it in my body and my throat, and not try to think so hard, try not to focus on words, which often do not work well for me in times of high anxiety.

What helps? Getting away from words and looking at images helps. Doing things that root me in my body helps, such as holding my hands under hot water. Writing out whatever is bothering me helps tremendously. And, importantly, I need to notice when it is happening. I have had this all my life; it’s my normal, after all, so I don’t always notice when I’m being anxiously quiet or peacefully quiet. I don’t always notice if there is something important in my life that I am not talking about. I don’t think this is just a selective mute thing: in a repressive culture, there are plenty of important things we just don’t talk about, for all sorts of reasons. This might be because to speak about them makes the thing more real; to speak might make other people uncomfortable or angry or bored; to speak might make myself vulnerable, because someone could use my words against me. Speaking is dangerous, and silence is a naturally protective stance. The body knows this, the throat closes.

Thankfully, the fingers don’t, the fingers can still type. Writing about my life is practice for talking about my life. It is worlds easier.

Speaking is a political and personal act. I want to get better at it, I want to value my own voice and what I have to say. I am taking baby steps in this direction. I am, strangely enough, good at public speaking as long as I don’t have to talk about myself, or something too personally connected to myself. I do better at speaking when my role is defined, such as in academic or club environments. I have read interviews of actors and other performers saying similar things, that the stage or screen is the only place they are comfortable speaking, because they are playing someone else, not themselves.

In all the reading I have done about selective mutism, on blogs, in scientific articles, on awareness websites, all the focus is on diagnosis, treatment, therapy. Don’t get me wrong, I think these things are great. But what I don’t understand is the lack of discussion on how to live well with the disorder. The social justice model of disability has taught me many things, and one of those things is that I don’t necessarily need to be cured. I can seek accommodation for my disabilities and live well with them. Why not teach kids with SM sign language? Why not let them type or write their responses to questions? Why do we privilege speech so highly? Other forms of communication are just as useful, and sometimes better. There are many forms of self expression. Words are just one kind, and speech is just one iteration.
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sasha_feather: the back of furiosa's head (furiosa: back of head)
The One where Bucky has a metal cock (2050 words) by sasha_feather
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)
Additional Tags: PWP, Bucky's metal dick, Natasha POV, Bucky has a metal cock, Bisexual Character, Cyborgs
Summary:

Bucky has a metal cock and Natasha likes it.

sasha_feather: Black, white, and red image of woman with futuristic helmet (Sci Fi Woman)
The working title for this was "Bucky likes plants."

Bucky's Reasons for Staying Alive (11088 words) by sasha_feather
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Darcy Lewis
Additional Tags: Jewish Bucky Barnes, Plants, Gardens & Gardening, Service Dogs, Panic Attacks, Bucky Barnes Has Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Disability, Headaches & Migraines, OT3, Dr. Strange is played by Oded Fehr, Passover
Summary:

A gentle story about Bucky dealing with PTSD and anxiety by finding hobbies and connecting with the world. This contains a description of a panic attack.

I love comments and kudos! :) Hope you enjoy.

sasha_feather: beautiful gray horse. (majestic horse)
In the 1980s, my family had a black rotary phone that sat on the wall in the corner of the kitchen. I remember learning about 911, and how we joked that it would be faster to dial 111, as the 9 had to go all the way around the circle and back. The dial made a neat noise, sort of a rattle.

The phone had a little counter where the phone book and various papers sat, and below that, a square metal grate through which hot air came into the kitchen. This was a great place to sit: warm air on my back, a cozy little cubby, and a good view of whatever was going on in the kitchen. My mom would talk on the phone and the long spiral cord stretched out. I'd wrap a bit of the cord around my fingers.

I remember getting caller ID and using *69, which would tell you the phone number for the previous incoming call. For a little while, we had calling cards, for long-distance phone calls. I rarely if ever used a phone booth.

I don't think I ever really liked talking on the phone the way that some people do. It was fine, just a necessary task rather than a pleasure. In contrast, I took to the internet. In high school and college I made friends on Bulletin Boards, chatted with classmates on AIM (AOL instant messenger), and even made a rudimentary website for myself using HTML. The internet was so visual and colorful; absolutely mesmerizing.

I got my first cell phone in graduate school, when I spent a summer in Iowa doing research in 2004. It was a flip phone, which I loved because it looked like a Star Trek communicator. I learned to keep it on all the time and plug it in at night. I learned to leave it in the car if I went to a movie, because if I turned it off, I would forget to turn it back on. The one phone call that stands out in my memory is talking to my Dad, who had just watched the Democratic National Congress on TV, where Barack Obama spoke. "Talk about the next president!" he said.

I eventually lost my flip phone, and got one that had a keyboard. My girlfriend at the time was pleased, because now I could text her back right away. It no longer took me 5 minutes to compose a text using the number pad. This was 2010.

My last non-smart phone, also one with a sliding key board, started to fall apart from wear and tear in 2018. It permanently turned itself to vibrate-only, and the space bar key wore out. It's time to get with the future, I thought. It's time for a smart phone.

My friend got me a smart phone through a program called SafeLink. It's a free phone. I've had nothing but problems with it. A few weeks ago, I came back from the dog park and noticed something going on at the neighbor's house. My neighbor's father was having a seizure on the front step. "Please help!" she shouted. "My phone won't turn on!" I ran inside and grabbed my phone. I ran back outside and dialed 911. The call dropped. (Cell phones, they told us, were the way to go. They'd be great in emergencies!) I was able to call back, and my neighbor was able to get her phone working.

This was an anxiety-inducing event. This event, along with a few other problems, has meant my phone phobia has gotten worse and I've developed a hostile relationship to this object. I've been largely unable to make phone calls for months, which has been a real problem.

When I started a new job, I noticed that I was able to make phone calls from the desk phone. It simply feels different than using a cell phone. The cell phone disappears from my view when I hold it to my ear, so it feels like I'm talking to the air. It's the opposite of a visual experience. Talking on a cell phone in particular feels unmoored, distant, adrift; I'm a person that likes to feel grounded.

I admit I do enjoy having a pocket computer (see today's Dinosaur comics: http://www.qwantz.com/index.php?comic=3319), for things like Google maps, but I don't enjoy having a "smart phone" because it doesn't work as a phone. I want to go back to a house phone. Perhaps this is party because I those warm memories of the heating vent and the long spiral cord, of listening to my mom talk to her friends. Of my family gently arguing over who is going to be the one to call and order food. The sturdiness of the object itself, they way you can tilt your head and hold the phone between your ear and your shoulder, if you need both your hands free.

Objects in our lives are imbued with emotion. I want some of those warm emotions around the tools I use to communicate. I have such feelings with computers. Writing to communicate-- via email or twitter or blog post-- is so easy for me that I barely have to think about it. I imagine phones are like this for other people, though admittedly it's hard to really imagine what that feels like.

(Cross-posted)
sasha_feather: the back of furiosa's head (furiosa: back of head)
Getting sick, getting poor

You cut back on your work hours because you’re sick. Your income drops, but it’s worth it for the extra rest. You know you aren’t getting better; you won’t ever get better.

You cut back on expenses little by little. You already don’t much like drinking alcohol or coffee, so the articles advising you to cut back on lattes or cocktails are lost on you.

You already buy most of your clothes from the thrift store. You stop using the coin-op dryer and hang your clothes on the line to air dry. It makes your shoulder hurt but saves you a few bucks in quarters. You dilute the laundry detergent with a little bit of water.

You share your Netflix and Hulu accounts. You stop paying for internet sites that you used to throw a few bucks at when you liked their service, like Dreamwidth and Flickr. They have free versions available.

You ask your parents for money, again, knowing how fortunate you are that they can help, and that you have a good relationship with them, and that they don't hold back financial support due to your queerness.

You run up your credit card buying gas. You think about taking the bus more, but the stops and starts make you nauseous. That’s not a new thing, not a chronic illness thing. The school bus made you nauseous as a kid. But it does seem worse now.

You stop working for a while because you get laid off, and anyways you need to take a break: you’re really sick. Sicker than you want to admit to anyone, even yourself. A while becomes a longer while.

Your main entertainment is the dog park (Permit: $32 / year), Netflix ($10/month), and reading fanfic and the internet (mostly free - wireless internet $21 for your share; electric bill $16 for your share). You use the library more and more for comics and the occasional movie.

You reluctantly go on food stamps. You notice yourself eating the heel of the loaf of bread, which you used to give to the dog because it was “all crust”.

You ask your friends for help paying your medical bills and other expenses. They come through, and you think about how fortunate you are.

You feel guilty.

You learn about anti-capitalism. You feel less guilty.

You learn about the emotional costs and structural sources of poverty. You begin to feel empowered.

You read about the Mortgage Interest Deduction in the New York Times Magazine. You get angry, and anger is fuel.

You stop and get a fucking ice cream cone.
sasha_feather: Cindi Mayweather (janelle monae) (Cindi Mayweather)
Saw this on Tumblr and posting it here as a writing / blogging challenge:

The Audre Lorde questionnaire to oneself.

1. what are the words you do not have yet? [Or, “for what do you not have words, yet?”]

2. What do you need to say? [list as many things as necessary]

3. What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence? [List as many as necessary today. Then write a new list tomorrow. And the day after.]

4 If we have been socialized to respect fear more than our own need for language, ask yourself: “What’s the worst that could happen to me if I tell this truth?” [so, answer this today. and everyday.]
sasha_feather: Retro-style poster of skier on pluto.   (Default)
A simple coin toss
But it landed on the edge
An infinite space
sasha_feather: Retro-style poster of skier on pluto.   (Default)
*I'm trying out lowering my topomax dose from 75 mg to 50.

*The weather is cooler thank goodness.

*I survived a large family gathering over Labor Day.

*I called Building inspection for city of Madison; a guy is coming tomorrow to look at the AC unit.

*Forgot to link it here-- I wrote a blog post at WordPress about working on anti-harassment for WisCon; in response to Jim Hine's io9 article. He RTed it so it got a fair number of hits!
https://accessthis.wordpress.com/2016/09/01/not-looking-away-a-follow-up-to-jim-hines-article/

*I'm reading a long DA:I fanfic called "Stuck in the Puzzle". I don't know this fandom at all, but the fic is really good so far.

*New photos of the dog:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/sasha_feather/
sasha_feather: Retro-style poster of skier on pluto.   (Daredevil)
(I just couldn't resist that title)

rating Explicit
John McClane/Matt Farrell
Live Free or Die Hard
tags: age difference, daddy kink, dirty talk, phone sex, star trek references, Alien references, assholes in love, cross play, alternating POV, established relationship, cross dressing, pwp
warnings: none
Words: about 3700


At the AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6288958
sasha_feather: by Such_heights (Dani Sense8)
Your jokes have brought you fortune and fame
but today you should be feeling some shame
if your punchline is "fat"
get off the damn mat
and come back when you've brought your A game.


CC commons licence, share and share alike, 2015
sasha_feather: cartoon charachter who has Syndrome (i have syndrome)
On Living Without a Diagnosis at FWD/Forward. Please leave me comments there or at Dreamwidth (if you want).
sasha_feather: Black, white, and red image of woman with futuristic helmet (Sci Fi Woman)
From the Edges to the Center: Disability, "Battlestar: Galactica", and Fan Fiction at Transformative Works and Cultures

Big thanks to those of you who helped me with this article, especially Alexis.

Better Microphone Use at Conventions: a report (reposted from access-fandom) at FWD/Forward

Thanks to Jesse for help with this one!
sasha_feather: Retro-style poster of skier on pluto.   (Default)
I wrote something!

Selective Mustism at FWD/Feminists with Disabilities

Feel free to comment there or at Dreamwidth or at the new facebook page (but don't use my real name if you know it!).
sasha_feather: Retro-style poster of skier on pluto.   (Default)
I want to talk a bit about barriers to speaking and writing. I'm not particularly fond of the term "writer's block" because what does that really mean? It's not very descriptive. I'm going to talk about things that might prevent us from writing and speaking, from expressing ourselves with words. I consider this emotional work, and emotional work can be very difficult and challenging, so I'm putting it under a cut.

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I think that challenges, prompts, team writing, community support, conversation, all are ways of encouraging people to use their voices. But, if words aren't working out so well, I think that art, icons, vids, dance, singing, cooking, exercise, photos, stitching, crafting, and costuming are wonderful forms of self-expression.

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