Feb 05, 2019
Skin Hunger and the Taboo of Wanting to be Touched
How can I say that I fear I’ll never date again without feeding the monster? No one owes me their touch; I am starving for it just the same.
s.e. smith is a Northern California-based writer who has appeared in The Guardian, Rolling Stone, Esquire, Bitch Magazine, and numerous other fine publications.
How can I say that I fear I’ll never date again without feeding the monster? No one owes me their touch; I am starving for it just the same.
It is very rare, as a disabled person, that I have an intense sense of belonging, of being not just tolerated or included in a space, but actively owning it.
“Accommodations are things that we need, and deserve, in order to lead our lives. But they’re treated—we are treated—like we’re trying to pull one over on the rest of society.”
I want to surround myself with people who argue with me, for I learn so much more from these conversations.
“If losing your friends all the time is a dismal way to live, closing yourself off from humanity is even more grim.”
“When is disability humor appropriate and when isn’t it?”
Living with an unquiet mind is like living with a noisy, restless, anxious human who tugs on your sleeve for attention.
