As a person who is considered disabled in mainstream American society, video games have become a way for me to escape feelings of marginalization and feel powerful. More specifically, Western role-playing video games that allow the player to design what their character will look like, as well as the specific attributes they will have, are a very effective escape from the marginalization I often feel as a woman of color who is considered disabled. The player character also becomes very physically and politically powerful over the course of the game and has a significant amount of control over the world around them, contributing to my feelings of empowerment.
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Break the Internet
** please watch this short clip before reading the blog**
LADIES , LADIES , LADIES! THIS IS HAPPENING! AND I LOVE IT! Continue reading
I Need You To Survive
In this world there are good guys , and there are bad guys. That’s what the movies and television shows tell us. There is always a hero! Then reality hits. Sometimes there are no happy endings , just fewer villains. When watching these heroic figures on TV , you’ll see them having trouble defeating the biggest “bad guy ” in the world. Then the writers like to throw in a twist. Just when you thought the evil side has been defeated. They come back stronger than ever! Continue reading
Juliet and the Power to Die
In class when we began learning about productive and distributive power, I was reminded of the books and stories that I’ve read over the years. More specifically, Shakespeare’s play Romeo and Juliet. Continue reading
Split Second
Change happens very slowly. You can feel it weighing down on you overtime.
It squeezes you until you can’t take deep breaths anymore. It’s a white entity that gets heavier and heavier until you feel suffocated and start seeing flashing lights. It’s a gloomy creature that rests on your neck and crushes your vocal chords, until your voice crackles and then disappears.
When you least expect it, your eyes lose their shimmer and are replaced by glass with no reflection.
Change happens slowly. But I saw someone change before me in a matter of seconds. Continue reading
Unruly Bodies 