I was born in the year of the iron lung. In another year the number of breathing machines would start to decrease. I went to school in the age of “no people with disabilities allowed” and learned a great deal about shame. And now I’m shiny and sticky! Imagine! (With thanks to the ghost of Frank O’Hara).
About shame: there’s an invisible playing field for the thing. Erving Goffman wrote well about the politics of ruined identity, but he was silent on the matter of its gridiron. The politics of space requires people with disabilities to play by their own rules.
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Planet of the Blind 