So, crips make me laugh. They profess how independent and open they are, but you ask them a question and it’s either they get indignant or there’s crickets. Now, I haven’t the written the gospel on crips. There’s no gospel according to St. Jason, I checked. Seriously, there are things I’m curious about other people’s cripnesses. Me being me, I ask…like I expect others to do for me.
I understand, I’ve gotten to the place in my life I’ll answer questions. Others don’t and won’t no matter how comfortable I make them feel talking about other shit. Let’s face it, being crip’s personal…more for some than others. Some, it defines them, it’s their identity. Still, being that it’s their identity, doesn’t make them open to question answering.
Yesterday, was one of those times. I didn’t work my way into the question or pussyfoot my way into said question. I hate and can tell when someone wants to ask something, but they circle around said question until the circles get too tight to not just come out and say it. I’m direct, I know, it’s a blessing and a curse, I guess.
I saw another crip question with an answer on the feed, so I thought the person was open…guess not. My question wasn’t about sex or anything personal that should’ve been sent on a PM…I know the game, I play it well.
Given that, I’m throwing this out there. If our deaf readers want to chime in, sound off.
If and when you have to speak, does it hurt your throat?
Be good to each other.