author, writer, photographer. backwards in heels and half blind to boot. absolutely no time for your bullshit but all the time in the world if you need a friend
And frankly, whenever it is I don’t wake up again
Wrap my tits in red silk and if you’ve got some spare pearls give me the long ones
I’d like to die with my middle fingers extended if I can’t live to be ninety
So there’s like eight of us that lost an eye during these protests and we’re starting to find and talk to each other and it is *hilarious*
Three of us are going camping to clear our heads a bit and just process together and god bless the internet that makes that possible
an update: I am permanently blind in my left eye, and the docs absolutely refuse to let me go back to work for they say six weeks. I’m definitely not allowed to be near smoke or gas.
Usually if I had to stay home I’d spend a lot of time amplifying folk but reading hurts today
Okay because people are awful and we can’t even take a day off it comes to my attention that some folks are using my injury to argue that people should stop protesting
Fuck that, stay in the streets double for me, cause I can’t. It was police who shot me, not protesters.
So my kids asked me if they could get Grimace milkshakes and I said yes but if they did that meme I’d never buy them another milkshake again
And lily just looks at me, horrified, and in a low voice says *how did you know about that*
Wisdom of elders, kid. Wisdom of elders.
So, uh, I’m pretty sure this whole thing just radicalized my kids
And it makes sense because I also would suddenly be a hardcore anti fascist if police had shot out my mom’s eye when I was seven
But, like. If you think I’m hard, wait’ll you see what my girls do when they grow
But it wasn’t my photography eye so it’s not career-ending. I can still see flowers and sunsets, just maybe I won’t be able to tell how far away they are.
So I’m gonna keep reporting from Minneapolis until we figure out how to get me and my car home cause I can’t drive anymore
I hat we think happened is I took a rubber bullet to the face. It exploded my eyeball, which has now been patched back together but who knows if it’ll need more surgery. My vision is gone no matter what it winds up looking like scar wise
Hey folks, took a tracer found to the face (I think, given my backpack) and am headed into surgery to see if we can save my left eye
Am wisely not gonna be on Twitter while I’m on morphine
Stay safe folks
So I’m at a pub and this tinder date or whatever couple is behind me and of course he’s an American dude and I hear him say “do you know who Jordan Peterson is” and I whipped my head around so fast and he made eye contact and changed the subject
Dude we will bust you *anywhere*
It was protesters who got me to the hospital, who gave me medical supplies and acted as my eyes when I couldn’t see past the blood and swelling
I am not your establishment’s argument. And I am happy to tell you so directly.
Mom voice is real. I just left a concert with a friend and there were some dudes just being clowns nearby the car
I simply got my outside voice on and said “gentlemen, I need some help, could you help me load this walker I to the trunk” and goddamn all three of them ma’am Ed me
No, when police shot my gear that was property damage. I am currently shopping for another camera.
When they shot out my eye I went blind. Turns out one cannot merely call the eye store.
Things are things, people are not things.