According to this, and a new book I maybe have to read now, a gay pioneer in the UK was blind.

In 1960, seven years before the law in the UK changed to permit sex between men, he had written to the national press declaring himself to be gay. Roger believed that the only way to change public opinion about homosexuals was for them to take control of the gay rights movement – and this required them to unashamedly identify themselves on the national stage. But nobody else had been willing to do it.

It's because of his blindness that this person had to come in to his life: an Oxford student, also gay, who could be trusted to read his papers and write and generally be a kind of personal assistant.

To gay when it was illegal, and then to be blind, required a lot of access intimacy when everything was still on paper.

The article ends:

In the years since, it has often led me to wonder how many other quiet revolutionaries live among us, ready to share their stories, if only we knock on their doors.

So many. I'm sure of it.

Intellectually I wouldn't say I feel very differently about trans, disability or immigration advocacy and activism (no body is illegal).

But on a subconscious level, it's always the UK xenophobia stuff that leaves me feeling most triggered.

I don't think about it, but I have to feel about it. My body really is keeping the score here. It's a feeling I don't get any other time, I can't quite explain it but it feels like mold smells and it's claustrophobic.

Naturally I talked about this and then related things in tonight's counseling appointment. Second time in a row I've felt absolutely wrung out like an old dishcloth by the end of it.

I'm wondering where I can find the UK transmasc organizing. (It is probably happening on reddit or bluesky or something that I don't have an account on, I know, sigh.)

Trans mascs/men's specific oppression under the supreme court ruling should be highlighted for itself, not in relation to trans women/fems' oppression, like as an abstract "beards in ladies loos" threat/stunt. (I'm sympathetic to the desire to "gotcha" the incoherent bigotry, but there are transmascs (yes even ones growing facial hair) who are already using the ladies' room because that's the way their safety calculations end up. Also I don't love the idea that beards or any other symbol of masculinity is inherently antithetical to, or exclusive of, femininity.)

Not only do TERFs talk about their "sisters" and "daughters" being swayed into "mutilating their bodies by gender ideology," books discussing this have been international bestsellers. Transphobic writers like Jesse Singal have made a career from anti-transmasculinity as well as transmisogyny.

One of the ways the UKSC ruling seems incoherent (from what I understand, I haven't read it all) is that while it says trans women should be excluded from women's spaces, it also says trans men should be excluded from women's spaces because of the "masculinising" effects of the testosterone we are all presumed to take. (This isn't surprising at least -- the TERFery that informed the decision takes a zero tolerance approach to testosterone -- but it never gets less baffling.)

This leaves trans men/mascs in a very weird position.

For example, can transmascs be removed from women's refuges if they take testosterone because it might "trigger" "survivors" (a status that of course no transmasc person could have, in this worldview)...? And of course I agree that a women's refuge isn't a great place for a transmasc person! But neither can we be left to just fend for ourselves around domestic violence.

A friend joked that if we can't be held in either male or female prison populations does this mean we can't be jailed, but their partner pointed out that transmasc people would likely just be held in solitary confinement.

Anyway. It occurred to me that most of the trans community I have -- certainly the activisty part -- is transfem, so before and after yesterday's protest I made some efforts to find both more trans advocacy and more transmasc community.

I'm in more WhatsApp groups and Discord servers now (sigh...especially because discord has found a new way to be inaccessible for me today! I literally can't scroll downwards!q), but I have plans to join some in-person gatherings this week too.

Something about this description of the upcoming weekend just made me laugh:

This weekend already has a fair amount going on, Nazis will be celebrating Hitler's birthday, stoners will be smoking weed, Christians will be at church and also the trains through Stockport are all down.

The train thing is as relevant to organizing a protest as all the others (I wouldn't want to omit that a Jewish holiday is going on too!), but it's just such a wild combination of things.

Yknow, Microsoft Word, I actually agree with you that ‹neighbourhoods› is misspelled -- based on the mistaken assumption that any English word ending ‹-or› must be an Americanism, therefore necessitating ‹-our› in the UK, leading to the nonsensical frenchification of this perfectly good Germanic word (cf. Nachbar)...

...but why do I get the wiggly red line under it?! I've double-checked and all the settings are UK English and no other words (like "recognise") are getting the wiggly red line!

I've been trying, in my exhaustion, to pick relatively "fluffy" things from my library TBR list.

I've been surprisingly bad at this! I like non-fiction partly because it allows me more measured emotional interactions with my reading, but I've been surprised by the evocative depths of both The History of Magic From Alchemy to Witchcraft, from the Ice Age to the Present by Chris Gosden and The Premonitions Bureau by Sam Knight.

(The latter of which shouldn't have been quite so surprising, because I knew the story of people's ominous premonitions around the Aberfan disaster (many people died, mostly young children), so of course the book opens with a detailed recounting of the horrible event. But the book was also surprisingly tender towards its main character.)

This is such a great article about the latest UK race riots that I can't even offer an excerpt, the whole thing is good. And it's not long.

Riots, cartwheels, and brains interrupted

Fix things

Jul. 9th, 2024 10:53 pm

I still don't trust Labour of course, but it's so nice to see the new Transport Secretary say that the Department for Transport's motto now is “move fast and fix things”.

Which is nice to hear because after years of neglect, absolutely everything about transport and the public realm needs to be fixed in this country.

This one is for people who can vote in the UK. Please share.

Since #CovidIsNotOver, we want candidates to sign up to three low-cost, non-intrusive pledges:

  1. Free Covid boosters for all
  2. Reinstate waste-water testing for diseases
  3. Air filtering and ventilation in classrooms

Vote Out Covid

This Disability Pride Month, I'm struck by how much my life and the lives of many disabled people, and many who don't want to become disabled by covid, are still constrained.

No one needs to deprive themselves of anything to change this. We have cheap and readily available air cleaning and ventilation and vaccines that work. All that is currently lacking is the political will to implement these things everywhere they need to be.

Please encourage candidates standing in your area to take this simple pledge to make the UK healthier and more equal. It's in all our best interests.

There's currently a PIP consultation going on, as the outgoing government seek to impose ever-more-brutal restrictions on the ever-growing number of disabled people (whose numbers this very government substantially contributed to and now blames on a "sick note culture"), in the vain pursuit of votes from ableist bigots who aren't interested in the details of either the proposed or current systems.

Today at lunchtime I attended a (virtual) focus group to inform RNIB's response to the consultation.

Taking part was, as I expected, affirming and vaguely therapeutic, but it was even more exhausting than I had expected.

Afterwards, when the dog very politely and happily asked me to take him for a walk, I saw the mail has arrived, including the forms I have to fill out for my own PIP review.

Which, despite this claim having been made online, were sent to me on paper. And despite getting my PIP letters in large print, this is only in standard print.

I woke up to a text message - sent at 8:16 on the morning of a bank holiday Monday! - saying "Your PIP review has started."

Because, yknow, my optic nerve might have grown back in the 13 months since my last PIP decision! My condition has been lifelong and untreatable for the entire existence of humanity but it's been a year so let's check again in my particular case, yeah why not.

I'm already busy and stretched way too thin with work and other stuff at the moment (I've had an emotionally exhausting weekend and my physical exhaustion has been bad too since my chronic insomnia has really flared up again in the last couple weeks). I actually have three little holidays planned during the what-turns-out-to-now-be general election period and will now also be the month or so I get to do my PIP review. And the two that aren't Springsteen involve camping so aren't conducive to getting paperwork done anyway!

So it's a great time to add the emotional, mental and physical labor of detailing how I meet the UK Government's ableist expectations of what disability looks like!

One thing Bruce Springsteen has done for me is saved me from being at work the day that a snap general election was called -- a thing that will make my job very busy and chaotic and annoying.

And the next day too!

Fingers crossed it's all a little more sorted out by the time I have to go back to work tomorrow.

I'm so annoyed that a Department for Transport report that would be directly hugely immediately relevant to my day job is being buried because it says the opposite of what Rishi Sunak wanted it to say when he commissioned it: that "low traffic neighborhoods" are popular and effective.

Radio 1 and 2 DJ Steve Wright has died. It sounded like it was sudden; everyone is saying how shocked they are, and he was only 69.

In 2005, not long after I first came to the UK, I was stony broke and had no friends and a frequently-broken computer (this was before smartphones, so that meant no internet) and a partner who worked all the time when I couldn't so I was alone in our terrible flat all day.

I did have a radio. So I listened to a lot of Radio 2. I read books and wrote too, but I liked the radio because it makes me feel less alone to hear human voices. (I mostly use podcasts for this now. But also all the years I lived with Andrew I had a radio in the kitchen for when I was cooking or cleaning. And now I use that radio to listen to Radio 1 much of my work day.)

We didn't call them parasocial relationships yet but that's what I had with Steve Wright, who did the afternoon show (including Oldies at 3 or whatever it was called, where he'd play requests, which gave me my first experience of feeling truly Old: at 25 or 26, I heard "What's the Frequency Kenneth" as an "oldie" -- something I could understand now but this would've been in 2007 or 8 (I'm certain of this because I remember exactly where I was: having just left work for the day in the job I had then)).

Thanks for keeping a weird lonely guy company, Steve.

This is one of those days, like the king's speech, when I have to pay attention to UK politics because of work, and I hate doing that!

After the "Autumn Statement" of the national government's upcoming budget, one of my colleagues asked about it, "What does everyone think, scores out of 10."

Another colleague replied, "I think I am in a state of mourning."

I wasn't gonna write about this, and then I did. Nothing in here that disabled people in the UK need to read, but in case the rest of you want some context/my thoughts... )

I finally did a personal response for the awful plan to stop staffing almost all ticket offices in England (and one in Glasgow. Link is to advice on what to write, since of course there's no questions in this consultation and there are two separate bodies you have to respond to depending on whether you're talking about stations in London or not in London, with no clear definition of what "London" is for these purposes...

The government and the rail industry have sure made this consultation unusually complex and confusing to engage with! It's almost like they don't want anyone to respond!

I'm sure glad that such a ludicrous notion could never be the case, because they would be disappointed with the response if they did -- I don't have exact numbers, but I've heard 460,000, and maybe as much as half a million, for the number of responses received as of a day or two ago. All this in a consultation that, even having been extended, is about two-thirds of the length that the delightfully-named Gunning Principles would suggest for a consultation with such drastic impact.

I finished our organisational response at work today and sent that in. And of course my own overlapped with that a lot -- I know the stats by heart of course -- but I also got to say some different things. I put one of the most important points at the end, for rhetorical impact, which I also wouldn't be allowed to do at work, heh:

Among my first thoughts when I heard about this consultation is how are blind people going to know that the stranger on a platform or concourse who tells us they're a member of staff actually is one, and not a member of the public who reckons we're vulnerable people they can exploit? None of the TOCs' [train operating companies] proposals address this anywhere! I imagine they haven't considered this problem at all -- with three-quarters of working-age visually impaired people unemployed, that means most lines of work are missing out on our perspective and train operators don't seem to be any exception.

One of the main benefits of ticket offices is that they're a fixed location -- I can learn the route to the ticket offices in familiar stations, and I can ask the way to the ticket office in unfamiliar stations -- and only staff can get inside them! So I know where to go if I need anything, and I know I'm speaking to someone trustworthy.

I don't think sighted people appreciate how, when you're handing over cash or your bank card, or when you're asking for sighted guidance -- i.e. to be led around by holding on to a stranger -- you can feel so vulnerable! It is inhumane to take away the trust and confidence we can currently have in staff at a ticket office, only to replace it with stress and a world that's more hostile to us.

Today an internet friend said

Caught myself quoting someone "ninety quid" for something, and it got me thinking about what point quids become pounds. You never really hear somebody say "that'll be one thousand eight hundred and twenty four quid" or whatever do you

This is such a great question! It made my little linguistics-undergrad heart so happy. Because we all have a pretty refined and regulated internal sense of the languages we speak well, but almost all of it is subconscious. Because the language features we pay attention to and have particular associations with (like saying "wooder" for water) are just the tip of the iceberg. We follow patterns all the time but don't know that we have developed those patterns.

Especially in relatively informal language use -- because we may be taught how to speak/write "properly" but no one tells us overtly how to talk to our peers or how to play with language. That stuff isn't valued as highly -- sometimes that's even treated as if it's in opposition to "proper" language, like fifteen years ago when old people worried that txt spk would render students literally unable to spell anything in the standard way for their schoolwork.

But yeah. No one ever taught me when to say "pounds" and when to say "quid," and I'd never thought about it before, but when I saw this question I immediately

1) recognized the distinction between naming amounts of money as either "pounds" and "quid" as something familiar to me (even though I didn't start using the word quid until my 20s, and at first was told not to use it because it sounded wrong in my accent!

and

2) had an idea already that felt plausible for what the distinction might be

Other respondents had their own theories -- most taking the question at face value and replying with what they thought the cutoff is where quid changes to pounds, like "over a thousand" or "over two thousand" -- but I of course had to problematize the very assumptions of the question itself.

I said that I think there's kind of a cutoff (I said 100) but also that any round number can be quid: not just their "ninety quid" quote but, say, "nine thousand quid" or "90 million quid." Sentences like "he spent almost nine thousand quid on his car" or "the government has wasted 90 million quid on this" seem perfectly fine to me. My (completely off-the-cuff) theory is that a round number can indicate a certain amount of informality. I guess that I think round numbers feel less formal? There's the potential for a "this is close enough" vibe that makes it suit the informal register of "quid."

I wonder (though now I'm thinking about it too much and can't trust myself) if there's an difference of emphasis there too? "The government wasted a million quid" feels more forceful to me than "the government wasted a million pounds." Maybe this is a phonetics thing? Quid has the sharp plosives to begin and end on, and only that little vowel in the middle. Pounds ends in that lingering fricative, and the vowel is so open and feels longer to say because it's a diphthong. (That's all speculation, I don't know phonetics at all.)

What do you think? If you talk about quid and pounds (or dollars and bucks, or any currency that has a common slang term), do you feel like there is a pattern your brain uses to choose one word over the other? What's the pattern?

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