The fourth Blogging Against Disablism Day is coming up on 1 May. Sign up (in advance, see the rules at the link) if you’re so inclined, otherwise I encourage you to read, read, read. I will be participating for the first time, having just opened up about being chronically ill, and am very excited.* I had a post planned out, but I keep thinking of new topics, so I don’t know what I’ll be writing about!
The first Asian Women Carnival is up. It is easily one of the best carnivals I’ve ever read and I’m sure I’ll keep returning to it.
And lastly, I am hosting the Down Under Feminists Carnival in a few days. For the love of my stress levels and pink icing…
They can be yours, someone else’s, long, short, focussing on anything you like, but they must be written by an New Zealander or Australian during April and have feminist content. I’d appreciate if you could try and make your posts accessible, bloggers, putting up alt text for images and that manner of thing. If there’s an image you think I should include with a post, please let me know when submitting.
I am very much looking forward to this first birthday edition and have made you all virtual cake. (Do not believe the doubters! The cake is real; the cake is shiny!**) Please spread the word about the carnival (and the cake, if you like!). Do come by and read the carnival, whether you’re from this part of the world or overseas. I’m sure it’d be interesting for any overseas readers to get a snapshot of down under feminist culture.
Submissions will be accepted up until midnight (Western Australia time, I think) on 2 May. Or shortly thereafter by email. If you can’t access the submissions form, you may email me at chally dot zeroatthebone at gmail dot com.
* I keep thinking of talking about it as ‘coming out’ but as a heterosexual person I feel that’s an appropriation of an experience. Then again, it was also an upper class coming of age thing well into the twentieth century (do they still do that?). Any thoughts from people not identifying as heterosexual?
** Um, I kind of have ‘the cake is a lie’ running through my head. Oh, internets.