Imagine engaging in ableism—or a form of multiple discrimination—against someone exactly like you, whom you fail to recognize because you have internalized colonialist information without even realizing it.
Imagine calling me bitch, and I don't even look at you...
Imagine taking so much trouble trying to picture someone as they are not, that in the meantime they are forced to smell you as you are, in profundity. Imagine me knowing you have no project if you are not illicitly sucking the information from me, and it´s been a while of feeding, so let´s see what you got.
The stories of the refused were born under the moonlight, no matter where they came from or how far they had traveled.
In the present moment, to call someone names, like weird, is not accepted, legislatively speaking, nor should it be socially. In fact, who labels a person as a weirdo is an ableist.
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