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Wrestling With Stairs: All The Fucking Time

Apparently, we’re back with a vengeance, because it’s 1am when I’m starting this piece, and I’m angry. I try not to be angry a lot; it’s not a good look for me, because at 4’11”, being femme, and using a mobility aid, it’s like that chihuahua on the street yapping at the rottweiler – you know who’s coming off worst if that comes to a fight, and you know, too, that the big dog just doesn’t give a fuck.

Mark My Words · mark my words · Wrestling with Stairs

Wrestling With Stairs – Fight Club: Pro Accessibility Review

New, exciting thing I’m doing now – reviewing shows and promotions via their accessibility! Because I’m sick and tired of being told everything’s accessible and then being shown some stairs! And not knowing whether I can use the toilet at a venue! And having people be sarcastic to me on social media when I suggest they put accessibility info on their website!

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Mark My Words: Surviving & Wrestling

[CN: sexual assault, PTSD, panic attacks, alcohol-induced blackouts]

This is a post I’ve been putting off for a while, partially because I’m not sure who’s really interested in reading about my personal bullshit, and partially because I wasn’t sure I was ready to write it without losing my shit. I work pretty hard to appear normal and functional when I’m at wrestling events (disability aside!) and not let slip the fact that, usually, I’m absolutely terrified of being there. Now, these experiences are by no means universal, and I’m not saying that this applies to everyone. For me, this is how I feel when I go to wrestling shows, as a rape survivor, and someone with PTSD.