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if-you-fan-a-fire · 1 year

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“Body Hamilton Man Found in Bay; Police Are Seeking Slayers,” Owen Sound Sun-Times. November 2, 1932. Page 1. ---- Body of Crippled Man Found in Hamilton Bay ---- SHOT IN HEAD --- Badly Beaten and Shot Before Thrown in Water ---- (Canadian Press Despatch) HAMILTON, Nov. 2— The body of a man believed to be Fred Dearness of this city was found In two feet of water near the Valley Inn road this afternoon Police discovered a bullet hole in the forehead of the corpse.

Detectives investigating the affair are convinced that Dearness was shot and fell or was thrown into the waters of the bay. Dearness, a cripple all his life, had been missing since he left home last night. The body was found by Thomas Wilson, who was paddling on the bay.

A sister of the dead man Identified the body. She did not know where Dearness had gone lust night, "He didn't own a gun. There is not such a thing in our house,” she told police.

The body was removed to the city morgue and an Inquest ordered by Chief Coroner Dr. O. A. Cannon.

Some of the clothes were missing from Dearness' body when it was found and it is believed the crime took place at some other spot. The garments a mackinaw coat and hat were found stained with blood on the Canadian National Railway tracks several hundred yards away. No trace of the crutch the man always used has been found.

The nature of the wounds on the body indicated Dearness had been struck many blows as well as having been shot. There were three wounds caused by a sharp instrument on the aides of the head and two huge bruises on the back and front of the head.

The man's sister informed police he had been drinking recently.

[The next day the police concluded Dearness had been hit by a train and the injuries were thus explained.]

#hamilton #dead body #hit by a train #murder #murder investigation #shot in the dead #mysterious death #mysterious assailants #police investigation #cripple #canadian national railway #coroner's inquest #great depression in canada #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada

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whoiwanttoday · 3 months

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Once upon a time I posted a gif with some real concern about Ariadna Majewska's health because she was just trying to pick up a pencil the wrong way. Boy did @kat-eleven have a field day with that. To paraphrase she told me, "Shut the fuck up nerdlinger. No one is looking at the pencil!" Now, we do a lot of joking around here but sometimes I get serious and this one of those times. Canadians are not your friends, guys, they don't care about you or your lower back. Sure they act all friendly but if a Canadian ever got the chance they'd throw you and your entire family's back out and back pain is no laughing matter. Pretty much everything is connected to your back and that thing goes out and everything you do causes you pain. it can be crippling. A thing I bring up because I care. Anyway, this isn't just about the Canadian Chiropractic Consortium out trying to drum up business, this is about Ariadna Majewska and guys… she's bending at the knees. Thank god. Look, I don't know what Poland's health care situation is, how could I? I'm an American, I care deeply but not enough to learn anything about other countries. But look at how efficiently she is able to pick things up, and with this proper technique she will be for years. It doesn't matter if she doesn't throw her back out in the other gif, why risk it? I am happy knows she's going to be ok. Today I want to fuck Ariadna Majewska.

#Ariadna Majewska #brunette #Model #whoiwanttofucktoday

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crippleprophet · 1 year

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Hey Mac! Do you have any crip books or resource recs for crip sex/sexuality?

Feel free to delete if you're uncomfortable answering :]

do i ever! i actually did an essay for my master’s in disability studies on the topic of disabled people’s access to sex so a lot of these are sources from that (feel free to dm me for my paper!) & others are things i’ve collected for leisure (hah)

i’m bolding my favorites and italicizing ones i haven’t read but have been recommended / have on my list; as with everything, having read a piece + recommending it is not an uncritical endorsement, & i have various contentions with all of these pieces ranging from minor nitpicking to outright disagreement.

feel free to send an ask or dm if you want my thoughts on a particular work or need help obtaining a pdf!

books

Sex and Disability ed. Robert McRuer & Anna Mollow

The Sexual Politics of Disability: Untold Desires by Tom Shakespeare, Kath Gillespie-Sells and Dominic Davies

Unbreaking Our Hearts: Cultures of Un/Desirability and the Transformative Potential of Queercrip Porn by Loree Erickson. York University, dissertation submitted 2015.

McRuer, R. 2006. Crip theory: Cultural signs of queerness and disability. New York: New York University Press.

Kinked and Crippled: Disabled BDSM Practitioners’ Experiences and Embodiments of Pain. Emma Sheppard. Edge Hill University, dissertation submitted 2017.

Love, Sex, and Disability: The Pleasures of Care by Sarah Smith Rainey

intellectually disabled people / people with learning difficulties’ right to sex

Hamilton, C. A. 2009. ‘Now I’d like to sleep with Rachael’ – researching sexuality support in a service agency group home. Disability & Society. 24(3), pp.303-315.

Hollomotz, A. 2008. ‘May we please have sex tonight?’ – people with learning difficulties pursuing privacy in residential group settings. British Journal of Learning Disabilities. 37, pp.91–97.

Vehmas, S. 2019. Persons with profound intellectual disability and their right to sex. Disability & Society. 34(4), pp.519-539.

Significance of the attitudes of police and care staff toward sex and people who have a learning disability by A. Bailey & D. Sines. Journal of Learning Disabilities for Nursing Health and Social Care (1998), 2(3), pp.168-174.

sexual facilitation & making sex accessible

Bahner, J. 2016. Risky business? Organizing sexual facilitation in Swedish personal assistance services. Scandinavian Journal of Disability Research. 18(2), pp.164-175.

Linda R. Mona (2003) Sexual Options for People with Disabilities, Women & Therapy, 26:3-4, pp.211-221.

No Pity Fucks Please: A critique of Scarlet Road’s campaign to improve disabled people’s access to paid sex services by Tova Rozengarten and Heather Brook. Outskirts vol. 34, 2016, pp.1-21.

Julia Bahner (2013) The power of discretion and the discretion of power: personal assistants and sexual facilitation in disability services, Vulnerable Groups & Inclusion, 4:1, 20673.

BDSM, paraphilias, & alternative sex

Goldberg, C. E. 2018. Fucking with Notions of Disability (In)Justice: Exploring BDSM, Sexuality, Consent, and Canadian Law

Hollomotz, A. 2013. Exploiting the Fifty Shades of Grey craze for the disability and sexual rights agenda. Disability & Society. 28(3), pp.418-422.

Reynolds, D. 2007. Disability and BDSM: Bob Flanagan and the case for sexual rights. Sexuality Research & Social Policy. 4(1), pp.40-52.

Tellier, S. 2017. Advancing the discourse: Disability and BDSM. Sex & Disability. 35, pp.485-493.

Sheppard, E. 2018. Using pain, living with pain. Feminist Review. 120, pp.54-69.

Tyburczy, J. 2014. Leather anatomy: Cripping homonormativity at International Mr. Leather. Journal of Literary & Cultural Disability Studies. 8(3), pp.275-293.

Sheppard, E 2019, 'Chronic Pain as Fluid, BDSM as Control' Disability Studies Quarterly, vol. 39, no. 2.

other articles

Finger, A. 1992. Forbidden Fruit

Fritsch, K., Heynen, R., Ross, A. N., and van der Meulen, E. 2016. Disability and sex work: developing affinities through decriminalization. Disability & Society. 31(1), pp.84-99.

McKenzie, J. 2012. Disabled people in rural South Africa talk about sexuality. Culture Health & Sexuality. pp.1-15.

Shakespeare, T. 2000. Disabled sexuality: Toward rights and recognition. Sexuality and Disability. 18(3), pp.159-166.

Shildrick, M. 2007. Contested pleasures: The sociopolitical economy of disability and sexuality. Sexuality Research & Social Policy. 4(1), pp.53-66.

Wentzell, E. 2006. Bad bedfellows: Disability sex rights and Viagra. Bulletin of Science, Technology & Society. 26(5), pp.370-377.

“‘Like, pissing yourself is not a particularly attractive quality, let’s be honest’: Learning to contain through youth, adulthood, disability and sexuality” by Kirsty Liddiard and Jenny Slater. Sexualities 2018, Vol. 21(3), pp.319–333.

non-academic texts

Andrew Gurza’s blog - andrewgurza dot com / blog

Disability After Dark podcast

A Quick & Easy Guide to Sex & Disability by A. Andrews

Cripping Up Sex with Eva

my cripsex tag, which i’ll add to this post, has other relevant content, & i welcome any additions from folks! all the best to you 💓

#asks #reading lists #cripsex

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lego-man-speer · 2 months

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Nuremberg Defendants: Part 2, Joachim von Ribbentrop - Nazi Foreign Minister

Continuing my Nuremberg Defendants series. Check links to see posts I've made on previous defendants (Hess wasn't part of the series, but I've already made a post about him):

Rudolf Hess

Alfred Rosenberg

-Joachim von Ribbentrop was born as Ulrich Friedrich Willy Joachim Ribbentrop on the 30th of April, 1893. He was not born into aristocracy (his father did not have the “von” in his name), Joachim grew up in an average middle class family with an older brother and a younger sister.

-Ribbentrop's mother died from tuberculosis when he was still very young. This event undoubtedly had an effect on him for the rest of his life (and I will explain in detail as we go further).

-He had no formal education after the age of fifteen. In school Ribbentrop was an underachiever and showed no signs of being an academic. His father had paid for French and English language tutors to teach him both languages.

-At seventeen, Joachim and his brother were sent to London for a year to polish up their English. After that year they both moved to Canada.

-Ribbentrop's life in Canada seemed to have been a happy one. He was popular, invited to many parties and was argued to have been sort of a ladies man. He worked as a banker and also as a construction worker, going on to help the reconstruction of the Quebec Bridge. Ribbentrop also had a passion for dancing and ice skating. he was even a member of a Canadian ice skating team.

-It was during this time that both Ribbentrop and his brother came down with tuberculosis. Ribbentrop's brother died, however Ribbentrop fortunately survived but had to have one of his kidneys removed. The effects of having his kidney removed were very clear. His left eye would sometimes droop, giving the effect of him looking tired. As a result he had a crippling inferiority complex.

-When the Great War broke out, Ribbentrop carefully returned to Germany to fight for his nation. It was during the war when Ribbentrop first met Franz von Papen (who will be the topic of a future post), a man that went on to become Chancellor under the Weimar Republic.

-After the war, Ribbentrop made a living out of his champagne business, which involved smuggling champagne from other countries. At this time, Ribbentrop was friends with Jewish people, even doing business with them. Ribbentrop was the only member of the inner circle that had previously moved around Jewish circles prior to joining the Nazi Party. He had no strong opinions at the time, people knew him as a moderately conservative monarchist. At elections he would vote for the DVP.

-Gradually Ribbentrop's personality began to change. Gone was the polite and somewhat shy young man, now he was becoming more insufferable as he went on long rants on the dangers of communism. What's more is that Ribbentrop had asked his aunt to adopt him aged in his early thirties so he could add the 'von' (a sign of German nobility - his aunt was a 'von Ribbentrop') to his name. His aunt agreed but was required to pay her a regular sum of money. When he stopped paying, his aunt took him to court and forced him to continue paying.

-In 1920, Ribbentrop married Anna Elisabeth Henkell (Annaliese to her friends). Anna's parents were not fond of Ribbentrop and considered him to be an idiot. The marriage produced five children, and Ribbentrop's eldest (Rudolf von Ribbentrop - born 1921) went on to serve in the Second World War as well as writing a book about his father post-war. Anna was a very ambitious woman and often pushed Ribbentrop around in all matters, including political. Hitler noted that it was clearly her who wore the trousers in the relationship.

-Fascinatingly, Ribbentrop didn't join the Nazi Party until 1932, which was around the time that Hitler was starting to get desperate for power. In late 1932, Hitler was using Ribbentrop's house to hold talks with Franz von Papen (as Papen was an old war friend of Ribbentrop's - and at this time Papen had lost his job as Chancellor of Germany, he was looking for a way to return to power. This moment in history is often referred to as the “Backstairs Intrigue”.)

-For the first few years of the Nazi regime, Ribbentrop had no government role. He mostly spent time in Britain and France, trying to establish connections for Hitler. In 1936, he was made Ambassador to Britain after the incumbent had died suddenly of a heart attack. Ribbentrop's appointment was unexpected, nor did he want the role. Prior to becoming ambassador, Ribbentrop was fond of holidaying in Britain and had hoped to one day retire in St Ives in Cornwall.

-He had a very bad reputation as ambassador and was dubbed 'von Brickendrop' due to his multiple gaffes while in this role. His most famous was when he almost knocked over King George VI by doing the Nazi greeting when the King had reached to shake Ribbentrop's hand. He was not well liked by the British Press nor the British public. Throughout his position (which lasted just over a year) he spent no longer than just a few weeks in London, mostly to stay close to his beloved Führer back home. Overall, his experience as Ambassador turned Ribbentrop from being an Anglophile to an Anglophobe.

-In 1938 Ribbentrop was made Foreign Minister, succeeding Konstantin von Neurath (who will be the topic of a future post). This was the position that Ribbentrop had dreamed of (and a position that his long-term enemy, Alfred Rosenberg, had also hoped for). In this role, Ribbentrop had significant influence over Hitler in the early years of World War 2, even encouraging Hitler to invade Poland despite threats from the British as he claimed “they would not fight seriously.” In this post, Ribbentrop's proudest achievement was his Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact (also referred to as the German-Soviet Nonaggression Pact). After the invasion of the Soviet Union in 1941, Ribbentrop gradually lost influence in his role as Foreign Minister.

-Ribbentrop's role in the Final Solution was fairly ambiguous, but he was most certainly aware that atrocities were taking place. Ribbentrop preferred to look the other way and have someone else do the work. From August 1941, Ribbentrop ordered all future communications sent to the Foreign office to be directed to the office of his subordinates. There is no evidence that Ribbentrop intervened in the exterminations, except on one occasion which was purely on the issue of jurisdiction, rather than humanity. Ribbentrop had involved himself in other war crimes, such as legalising and encouraging the lynching of captured Allied bomber crews in Germany. Although the likes of Göring opposed such measures, and the army favoured it in only a few circumstances, Ribbentrop wished to Lynch the perpetrators of 'every type of terror attack on the German population”, despite this being a violation of international law. This was the main charge against him on count 3 of the Nuremberg indictment (war crimes).

-From 1945, Ribbentrop was essentially powerless. After the suicide of Hitler on the 30th of April (ironic because that's also Ribbentrop's birthday), Ribbentrop fled to Flensburg in an attempt to secure a role in the Dönitz government. Ribbentrop was quickly turned down and so fled to Hamburg, where he went by the alias Johann Riese. He was captured by the British after his whereabouts had been exposed. Ribbentrop was discovered asleep, wearing pink and white pyjamas and a small tin of poison attached to his genitals. Upon being woken up, he began to mumble nervously in German, but as soon as he became conscious of the situation, he spoke in perfect English a prepared speech: “The game is up. I congratulate you. You know who I am. If you had come two days later, I would have already given myself up voluntarily.” The British had also discovered a letter written by Ribbentrop to “Vincent Churchill” (not a spelling mistake on my part, that's Ribbentrop's mistake).

-At Nuremberg, Ribbentrop was a depressed and broken man. So much so that his lawyer (Dr Martin Horn) feared he was close to a psychological breakdown. In fact, Ribbentrop was considered one of the worst suicide risks at Nuremberg, and prison Psychiatrist Dr Kelley was instructed to keep a close eye on him. Ribbentrop's first lawyer was Dr Fritz Sauter (who was also acting for Baldur von Schirach - a subject of a future post), however at the start of 1946 he ceased to be his lawyer either because Ribbentrop dismissed him or he resigned out of exasperation (sources differ on this). Ribbentrop was therefore represented by Dr Martin Horn. On the witness stand, Ribbentrop was a mess and had a tendency to ramble and contradict himself.

-Ribbentrop was found guilty on all four counts of the Nuremberg indictment and was sentenced to death by hanging. He spent his last few days closely studying his Bible. After the unexpected suicide of Göring on the night of the executions, Ribbentrop was the first to be hung. On the scaffold his last words were: “God protect Germany, God have mercy on my soul. My final wish is that Germany should recover her unity, and that, for the sake of peace, there should be understanding between East and West.” He then turned to the Protestant Pastor Gerecke and said “I'll see you again.” Ribbentrop's hanging was badly botched, his neck didn't snap when falling through the trapdoor, therefore strangling him to death. Ribbentrop took around 10-20 minutes to die.

#reichblr #joachim von ribbentrop #ww2 #wwii

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allthecanadianpolitics · 1 year

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[...] The infamous bow-tied right-wing pundit raised eyebrows during Fox Nation's "Tucker Carlson Today" on Thursday, openly calling for a U.S. military invasion to overthrow Justin Trudeau's Liberal government, an administration Carlson accuses of being "authoritarian." [...]

Carlson tells his guest that he is "completely in favour of a Bay of Pigs operation to liberate that country," referencing a failed 1961 U.S.-backed invasion to overthrow Fidel Castro by Cuban exiles.

"Why should we stand back and let our biggest trading partner, the country with which we share the longest border — and actually, I should just say, I love Canada, I've always loved Canada, it's a great country for its natural beauty — why should we let it become Cuba? Why don't we liberate it."

Wait, what the f***? I know I shouldn't be surprised by something Tucker Carlson says at this point, but still, WTF.

Well Tucker Carson wants to invade Canada to rescue us from Trudeau (no thanks), remember this...his followers believe everything he says and they have elected people just like them. [...]

War Plan Red was devised in the event of war with the British Empire, and the long-declassified plans offer a remarkably detailed breakdown of how an invasion of the Great White North may have played out.

The war would have kicked off with a joint strike by the U.S. army and naval forces on Halifax, cutting off Canada from the naval power of the British Empire.

Canadian power plants, specifically the infrastructure at Niagara Falls, would have been the next target, crippling the most populous area of the country and paving the way for an all-out invasion by ground forces on three fronts, capturing Montreal and Quebec City, railheads in Winnipeg, and nickel mines in Ontario. [...]

Tagging: @politicsofcanada, @vague-humanoid

#cdnpoli #american politics #american imperialism #war

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firespirited · 5 months

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thought I might add a little to a question unanswered by the video essay: the why?

not as an excuse, not a full explanation either because there's still the matter of the Telos money.

but why does a man live, breath and eat for his channel/career without the passion for researching and learning?

I can tell you that he truly *did* devote his entire time and energy to producing videos and engaging with the commentariat as a full time job, though if the video scripts were copy paste. He probably feels like he's devoted his entire soul for years into this project and the copy paste was "just" to keep up with the youtube once a week upload demands.

IMHO, what we have is a bloke with crippling anxiety, loneliness and body dysmorphia with a pathological fear of rejection who attempted to build an online queer community that wouldn't ever let him down. As far i can can tell he barely left the house, didn't date and i started to wonder if he really had moved when he wasn't visiting any of Toronto's very gay friendly places or even some of the museums and libraries, wasn't making any local connexions even when people reached out. Instead, he spent his weekends chatting online (often on livestream) about gay media, business, youtube and film making.

I think he could have built that safe haven if he'd kept the day job, produced a fully credited video once a month which was in the format of let's watch this documentary, let's read this book, let's dive into a topic and read the various articles followed by his livestream chats. There is clearly an audience eager for it.

and that's where it gets uncomfortable, right? the lines blur between shyness + not wanting to be hurt vs not collaborating and not being part of other established groups. Canada not only has multiple gay filmmaking scenes, advocacy groups and even a whole bunch of Canadian queer youtubers. They don't have to all get along, because there's more than just the Canada based breadtube, there are a lot of smaller channels that'd love the opportunity to network.

Anyway, it was during a live that i bought up some local Canadian networking opportunity, he backed off quite hard in a way that felt like a little bit more than anxiety about the fierce competition that goes on for such stuff. It felt vaguely like Little Britain's "The Only Gay in the Village" but mostly I was reminded of folks in my life who decided to forge their own paths in charity work and activism, specifically the very dodgy intersection between missionary work and charity and charities that are about the joy of bringing fish to the hungry instead of helping the locals who know how to fish get the new motor for their boat. It's actually a really complex and nuanced conversation where sometimes the least colonialist choice is to hold your nose and work with the local catholic church - yeah I know, that level of complicated, here's some reading before I start on the importance of translating books to creoles being a better investment than teaching english to match an english curriculum and how relief work is often predatory business opportunities and how secularism is a tightrope balancing act and don't get me started.

It is possible to walk and chew gum and listen to music at the same time. We can talk about how plagiarism is bad, how the algorithm rewards it, how this guy is probably getting more ire than the right wing grifters also brought up, why left tube maybe feels a lil intimidating, why people build their own little digital or offline communes, how being an educator and being a thought leader get smooshed together in an attention economy that wants to create influencers with a parasocial engagement with folks that want personal guidance, sometimes stolen valour/plagiarism/fake cancer is for power and clout and sometimes it's a maladaptive response to a desperate loneliness I hope I never fully comprehend.

#saf #ramblings #james somerton #the point is not to dunk but to reflect

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seat-safety-switch · 1 year

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Ahhh, the French. Delicious baked goods, violence in pursuit of labour rights, and a postal system that actually works. Oh. And delectable hatchbacks. I speak, of course, of my white whale: the first-generation Renault Twingo. Sure, you might not think that a guy who is mostly obsessed with late-70s Mopar smog-pump-crippled budget sedans would also be interested in cutesy-faced, multi-coloured, plastic-fantastic 90s shitbox commuter cars with the engine displacement of a particularly angry prosumer-grade sewing machine. Yet, I am.

What can I say in my defence? Well, for one thing, anyone who’s really doubting on these vehicles should try one. The fact that I haven’t tried one, because importing cars costs money, is irrelevant to my recommendation of the vehicle. Come off it, it’s not like you haven’t suggested that your friends do something you haven’t done yourself. I told my friend Steve “Nipples” Hemingway just last weekend that he should really pay his taxes.

There’s perhaps no single thing I can point to with the Twingo. Sure, there’s the beautiful colours, but there’s also the kitschy interior. You’ve got your eager little four banger, but you must additionally praise the compact package and stretched wheelbase. It’s the perfect marriage of proletarian workhorse and gaudy 90s fashion plate, and you can have it for about as much as you’d spend on a gently dented Xbox sold to you in the Canadian Tire parking lot by a guy whose legal name is mostly numbers and whose Acura TL is covered in a thick film of vape smoke residue.

If there is one downside to the Twingo, it’s that even France’s notoriously-powerful postal system can’t ship one quickly to me. Instead, I have to pay a bunch of grunting stevedores a succession of bribes in order to strap it to the top of a decidedly un-cute boat, by which point the aggregated diesel fumes and spilled hydraulic oil will make it indistinguishable from the rest of my brown shitboxes. Hell, maybe I already own one. That Plymouth Sapporo over there has always seemed a little small to be real.

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annoyingvoidbanditstatesman · 7 months

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Polio fiction

So, this is a bit of a first draft from a new LGBTQ contemporary novel which includes a lead character with polio - he's in his 30's. Should I keep writing?

In his wildest dreams, the college student would join the professor in the pool. He imagined them both swimming Olympian lengths, the professor with his powerful arms and slow, two-handed strokes, the student with his own ardent but clumsy efforts. He envisioned the professor's braces - the steel and leather contraption on his leg from childhood polio - and the Canadian crutches he sometimes used to move about, now abandoned at the edge of the pool.

The student could see the professor's crippled legs in the water - a sensation he could only dream of in his fantasies. He imagined the current of the water, the way it brushed against his skin and the professor's, like a secret embrace. He wished the professor would reach out to him, but the student held back, knowing his feelings were all one-sided.

Still, the student was transfixed by the professor's movements. The professor moved slowly through the water, his arms outstretched, as if conducting some kind of invisible orchestra. And the student, watching and yearning, felt a strange elation, as if by being in the professor's presence, he was also lifted up.

The student remained in the pool long after the professor had finished his laps and crawled his way back to his crutches. The student kept swimming, his mind lost in a kind of reverie. He imagined himself joining the professor on dry land, or maybe even in the air, the two of them soaring above the pool and the world like birds.

The student's reverie was broken when he realized the professor was standing at the edge of the pool, watching him. The professor didn't say anything, but the student could still feel his presence. He felt like he was standing on the edge of something he could only dream of - coming out to the professor and feeling his crippled legs in the water.

Dan, the student, followed Prof. Davis into the locker room, Their lockers were next to each other. Dan was entranced by the flaccid limbs of the professor with the powerful upper body. He watched as Prof. Davis dried his crippled limbs. They chatted about college sports. Davis seemed interested in keeping up the conversation. Dan saw his opening when the prof said, "Of course, I never played sports because of these," grabbing each paralyzed limb in turn and dropping it as it flopped.

Dan saw his opportunity.

"Don't want to be nosy, but what happened to your legs?", asked Dan.

Davis raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback.

"I'm sorry," Dan said quickly. "It's just...I've always been fascinated by them. It looks like polio, but you're too young for polio."

Davis looked at Dan for a long moment, his expression unreadable. The older man swallowed and said, "Very perceptive. You're partially right. I should be too old for polio. But my parents were living in Peru when I was born and I got a damaged polio vaccine, thus this," pointing at his legs.

"I'm sorry," stammered Dan, "it's none of my business. It's just I've always been curious."

After a long pause, Davis chuckled , "Do you want to touch them?"

Dan reddened, but before he could speak, Davis held up his hand..."Not fair..I'm sorry, that was uncalled for! Sometimes I have a weird sense of humor," he chuckled as he returned to drying his thin legs.

Dan's heart leapt into his throat. He had dreamed of this moment, but never thought it could actually happen. "Yes," he wanted to answer. Yet, not knowing how to respond now, he simply smiled awkwardly.

As the two men returned to dressing, Davis quietly said, "but seriously, if you're really interested, I'm happy to share...just not here," he said with a wink.

Davis nodded and lifted one of his legs, teasingly showing it to Dan.

"Yeah, that would be cool, if you're serious."

Chapter 2

So a few weeks later, Dan showed up at Davis' condo as agreed, rang the doorbell and entered the prof's home. After showing Dan a seat in the living room and returning with a couple of beers, unlocking the brace on his almost completely paralyzed left leg, Chase sat down next to Dan. As they had quickly dressed weeks ago at the pool, Dan had watched as the older man took a heavy, old fashioned steel and leather brace out of the locker and deftly strapped it to his shortened left leg.The right leg was just strong enough that with the combination of his braced left leg and the crutches, it could hold his weight. As they left the pool, Dan followed the crippled man and marveled at how his movements were almost athletic - balletic even.

Dan couldn't believe he had somehow followed his dream to his home! Chase was wearing shorts and a tank top, showing off both his powerful arms, shoulders and chest, as well as his crippled legs.

"You know what I bet you'd like?" asked the prof. "How 'bout if you help me with this," as he touched his brace.

Davis took the young man's hand and moved it to the drop lock.

"Pull this," he directed as the knee lock unlocked and the brace freed.

The two men sat down.

"Here...undo the buckles."

First the knee and then the thigh.

Dan's hand trembled as he touched the professor’s paralyzed limb, feeling the warmth of Davis' skin beneath his fingers. "Grab my leg and lift it out of the brace," Davis instructed.

Gently, Dan wrapped both hands around the professor's thigh, feeling the flaccid muscle beneath his fingertips. He began to massage slowly and carefully, noticing how soft Davis' limbs were under his touch.

"What do you think?" Davis asked, a knowing twinkle in his eye. His chest was broad and smooth and his arms were thick with strength. His shorts rode up slightly on one side, hinting at two different legs below - one completely paralyzed and the other thin and weak but with some muscle.

"It's sort of what I imagined," Dan breathed, transfixed by this image that seemed almost too perfect to be real.

Davis smiled knowingly. "I've seen you looking at them," he said in a soft voice. "I happen to like being appreciated."

Trembling, Dan reached out and touched the limp flesh. It was warm and soft and somehow electric, sending shivers down Dan's spine. He touched it gingerly, barely touching the crippled leg. And then backed quickly away.

"It won't bite," chuckled the prof taking the student's hand and returning it to his small left leg. Davis held Dan's hand on his flaccid thigh. Dan gently squeezed as he felt the soft flesh,the thigh bone barely beneath the skin. It was as Dan expected...soft, tender, smooth, so very thin, without muscle, but a rigid bone under he soft skin.

"You like that?" asked Davis, his voice low and husky.

Dan looked up at Davis and found something in his eyes that he had never seen before - a kind of raw hunger mixed with tenderness, and something else that he couldn't quite identify.

"It's amazing," he said softly. "I've never felt anything like it before."

Davis smiled at him, a small, knowing smile. He took Dan's hand again and guided it up his thigh, all the way to his hip. The student felt his body shiver with excitement as he felt the bulge of Davis' cock beneath his shorts. He looked up at Davis, who was now staring at him intently.

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cpunkwitch · 1 year

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how do i bring up with a doctor that i wanna look into medically transitioning, starting t and getting top surgery to be specific. i dont have a family doctor, so i'd likely have to get one and talk about all my conditions and current state of health before even bringing up that stuff and being trans

but how do you even bring it up? to people who've talked to doctors about being trans esp when it comes to getting gender affirming care, how did that go? how did you start that conversation? do you have any advice?

currently im just barely under my parents insurance rn and any/all resources i have to care at all is limited for me for many reasons but when i do get there i want to be prepared and know what im doing so i dont have a panic attack over coming out to someone esp a doctor. the only people in the medical field who know im trans are my former therapist and my family chiropractor+the other chiro staff who help me in phys rehab. my city isnt exactly entirely accepting and supportive so its very nerve wracking to talk about anything like that.

i dont see many stories about how trans people started talking to their doctors about taking that path, just stories about the process of that path and after, and i hear even less so from fellow canadians and disabled trans folk. so i wanna reach out and hear what i can from people who have something to share esp if it might help me

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sh4tt3rg1rl · 1 month

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