Homies:
Squid
JHKrpg
Minnie
Oblomovka
Yoohoo et al
Warrior Goddess
Yatima
Mama Pajama
Jo Spanglemonkey
Grace
Quilter
whump
Up for the Down Stroke
Brooklyn Days
elswhere
jennyalice
Riverbend
LJ friends

Kicking ass:
brokenclay
Wheelchair Dancer
Screw Bronze!
A Different Light
Chewing the Fat
Gimp Parade
Crip Power
Wheelie Catholic
Wheel World
Disability Studies blog
Wheelchair Diffusion

Favorites:
Pandagon
Bitch, Ph.D.
Angry Black Bitch
Feministe
This Is Zimbabwe
Arbusto de Mendacity
Brutal Women
Twisty
Body Impolitic
Mommybloggers
I, Asshole
Strip Mining for Whimsy
Zellar
Banubula
Random Redhead
Caracas Chronicles
El Universal
Venezuelanaylsis
The Loom
Pharyngula

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Claire Light
Sammest
Too Beautiful
Blogosity
Barak
Prentiss
NakedJen
Susie Bright
Tallie
Just Kristin
Brian
Mer
Realgurl
hjem
Not Calm Dot Com
Owlmonkey
Zombiegrrrl
KRON

More of my projects:
J. de Ibar.
Les Guérillères
Bookmania
Canadian beaver trade
Slut Manifesto
everything2 stuff
Cat Mustaches

More great stuff:
United Spinal Association
Disabilty Culture Watch
Green Fairy
Apophenia
Napsterization
BlogHer
Misbehaving Women
Broad Universe
Carl Brandon Society
Tiptree award
Locus
Words Without Borders
Center for the Art of Translation
Palabra Virtual
Poesía Diaria

Spanish dictionaries:
Google Language Tools
Yahoo spanish dictionary
DRAE
Onelook

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Liz D.

xoxoxoxoxox

It is damp and chilly -- no wonder you feel like crap.

It was great to see you today, and thanks for letting me get your 2nd coffee.

Think on this: you know, you are perfectly capable of ding things for yourself, but I feel more like myself when I am doing little favors/services for my friends.

I'd come warm you up by sitting on your lap, but since I outweigh you by about 25%, I don't think it would be as cozy as having Ms. Mali on your lap.

Liz D.

capable of ding things for yourself,

capable of doing things for yourself,

Ms. Jane

Dude. I am so there. Except for the twitchy throbbing pain. I feel my creativity being squashed by the coporate overlords to whom I sold my soul.

Plus my pants are soaked through from below my knees to the hem. And denim takes forever to dry.

lyssa

I hate those fucking dogs too. Don't trust them.

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