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  <title>Rose-Owls and Pumpkin Girls</title>
  <subtitle>The Journal of Seanan McGuire</subtitle>
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    <name>Seanan McGuire</name>
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    <title>seanan_mcguire @ 2015-05-17T07:43:00</title>
    <published>2015-05-17T14:43:41Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Glee, "Juke Box Hero."</lj:music>
    <content type="html">To the woman who made nasty comments about my "turning radius" when I had to move my electric scooter in front of Big Thunder Mountain; to the person who let their children sit on the ground with their hands pressed against my wheels, and scowled when I said this wasn't safe; to the people who stood on curb cuts and glared when asked, politely, if they would let me pass; to the man who snickered and murmured about lazy bitches when I drove by at Typhoon Lagoon; to everyone who sighed and rolled their eyes when a bus had to be lowered to load me on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish you my experience.  I do not wish you injury or handicap, however temporary.  I do not wish you pain.  I do not wish you the soul-bruising frustration of being limited by a body that refuses to listen to your commands, or the salt in the wound that is knowing you did nothing to deserve this: that you didn't injure yourself running a marathon or rock-climbing, but instead fell prey to something that can strike anyone, at any time, for any reason.  I do not wish you years spent sedentary, watching your friends rush by able-bodied and healthy, and struggling not to resent them for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I wish you empathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a future where you can look at someone using an assistance device, whether it be a cane, a wheelchair, or a motorized scooter, and think "isn't it wonderful how we live in a world where this person can have the same experiences I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a time where you can see someone using a motorized scooter to enjoy something as large as Disney World and think "isn't that person kind, to spare their friends and family the effort of pushing a manual wheelchair around this huge place, just so that they don't have to experience the nerve-racking stress of navigating something so large and potentially dangerous through a crowd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a society where you can listen to simple, necessary requests and hear, not an inconvenience, but a leveling out of a certain small imbalance in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a place where you can see a wheelchair user sitting to watch a parade and not think "great, let's stand in front of them, that's open space," but instead "isn't it lovely how we can all get a good view."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not asking for special privileges.  I am not asking to go to the head of the line just because my left foot doesn't work sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I am asking is to be allowed, unjudged and unresented, to join the line at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.</content>
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