I want The Flip!

Call it a brownie induced decision or just plain trying to raise one's self happiness through a purchase, but I really really really want The Flip Mino HD. :)

The Flip has been a product on my radar for the longest freaking time, but it's never been available in Canada until recently. I even once bought one from the US through ebay, but it didn't get through the border and I just gave up hope.

I finally discover today that they've got their own Canadian site at ca.theflip.com. Odd that it's more expensive on their site than Future Shop or Best Buy, but I guess that's how they roll.

I was gonna just do Future Shop, when I saw that they have a 'do good' section. In particular a 'do good' section for Kiva.

Kiva is one of my favourite organizations out there (until I'm proven otherwise) that's involved with micro lending. Instead of just donating your $, you invest in other ppl. Sure, there's the chance of not making your money back, but I can say that I've been with it for 18 months and never lost a penny. I've invested probably $100 in the site and been able to re-use that four times over. I'm on my 17th loan (of $25) and have utilized returned money to give gift certificates to others too.

So yah, The Flip will charge me 279.99, while it's 264.99 at Future Shop. But if I choose this awesome green coloured Kiva inspired The Flip, they will donate $10 to Kiva. Which is awesome. Plus, I get to advertise Kiva whenever I bust out The Flip.

I'm gonna wait until the morning, but I think this product looks amazing.

What are your thoughts? Have you used one before? Do you think one could make fun mini movies with it?

CANNES DREAMS

Friday, July 24, 2009

CANNES DREAMS

By Philip Cairns

Copyright 2009 by Philip Cairns

The actor is dying a slow, sombre death.

Is it time to retire when joy is no longer there?

I still long to stroll along La Croisette at Cannes, again,

But, this time, to walk the red carpet in my finery.

Diamond studs in my ears.

A huge wad of money in my pocket.

The paparazzi foaming at the mouth.

Winning Best Actor at the awards ceremony on the closing night.

Smoking a joint with Jack Nicholson on his rented yacht in the harbour.

Drinking champagne with Meryl Streep in her suite at the Carlton Hotel.

Where is the kind, sexy lover I thought I would find?

The house by the sea with acres of rolling hills

And a swimming pool in the backyard?

I was really only looking for mass love

To make up for all the childhood jeers.

Life turned out so different than I planned.

Foolish, unrealistic dreams replaced by living nightmares

And boring jobs.

People can be so difficult to get along with

Or am I to blame?

No need for you to shed tears for me.

I’d hate to come back as a child soldier

Or a maimed, starving baby in Darfur.

In India, parents cut off their children’s fingers

And gouge out their eyes.

It brings in more money from begging.

Forever trolling for sex in strange places.

Unlit forests and bathhouse corridors.

My gut getting bigger as each year passes.

Sinking into a snake pit of shrieking cannibals and rude retorts.

Let the oxygenated blood flow.

This planet is full of beauty and horror,

In equal measure.

The Scales of Justice tip over and come crashing to the ground.

There are no survivors.

I want to climb into an alternate reality

Where everything is bright and perfect

And soiled events don’t crush my ugly enthusiasm.

I miss the fireworks at Cannes,

Our car parked so far away from the Palais.

Watching classic foreign films,

With no subtitles, on the beach,

Sitting jetlagged in a deck-chair in the sand,

With stars in my eyes and unbridled hope twisting around in my full belly.

The butterfly is emerging from the cocoon.

No one has shown him how to fly.

I wish I could relive the Buddhist doctrine.

These frustrated desires are killing me.

Steam rises from my body after every sexual encounter

But only in my dreams.

All I want is to live life to the fullest

With every moment wrapped in mauve velvet paper.

Imaginary rubies dripping from my delicate fingers.

Wagner to greet me, in person, at the gates of Heaven.

(Though, of course, they don’t really exist.)

Salvador Dali to paint a birthday card for me

With Liza Minnelli jumping out of the cake.

I bought all those silly lies in movie magazines

And on the boob tube.

The Mediterranean air made me feel invigorated and whole.

Who knows what the future holds?

Forget the blackness from the past.

There is so much to be thankful for.

Every breath can’t be orgasmic, unfortunately.

I tend to get obsessive...

I tend to get a bit obsessive over some things and it's like silly random things.

1) Online profiles. I can only do them for a week or two and then it's too much. Why? Cuz I obsessively refresh the inbox page to see who has sent me a msg. Cuz you never know who might send you something. But then I wait awhile to respond, so it doesn't appear that I'm obsessively clicking. ;)

2) I just posted my first facebook event and have already found myself checking to see who's coming, who's a maybe, and who's not much too often. It's a month away...this is gonna be a daily routine.

3) I've just added a new one. It's called Omegle. You go to the site and pairs you up with a stranger to start a conversation. It's like when you're on the bus and someone just starts talking to you and you continue the convo and then it abruptly ends. The person you're talking to is called a 'stranger' and you are called 'you.' Here's a few of my conversations so far...

Stranger: So let's have sex
You: lol...what?
Stranger: Don't you want have sex?
You: why do you assume I want sex
Stranger: Don't we all
You: disconnected

Stranger: I no want ppl from Taiwan
You: okay....
Stranger: where a u from?
You: canada
Stranger: disconnected

Now I'm on a mission to have a meaningful conversation on this random application.

What are you obsessing with this week?

LOST AND FOUND

Thursday, July 16/Friday, July 24, 2009

LOST AND FOUND

By Philip Cairns

Copyright 2009 by Philip Cairns

I found out the hard way

That endings can be amorphous,

Or sad or angry.

Sometimes confusing.

The phone just stops ringing

Though his scent lingers in the mind.

Marilyn’s demise still shines in the Collective Unconscious.

We are all doomed and lost,

Though we’re rarely aware of this fact.

Love puffs us up.

The trap door opens as we swing on the gallows.

Music eases the pain.

There is nothing we can do but live

Until Death comes to visit.

The house of cards collapses but no one seems to care.

Memories can change and taint the past,

Like fire burning a genius’s manuscript.

Sal Mineo died for your sins.

I never got a chance to kiss him

For we simply never met.

We all have bitter regrets.

Lost dreams.

Jewellery cases full of emeralds and silver.

Saved love notes wrapped in pink ribbon.

Gasping fantasies of wild, luscious sex.

A hazy sunrise through the kitchen window.

The night creeps up on you and steals your soul.

Aaron Copland’s “Quiet City” kisses my eardrums.

A shard of green glass penetrates my bowels.

Forget about sex and romance.

It’s too tragic to think about

But so much fun to do.

The aging transvestite fell down the filthy manhole

And broke both her legs.

She left her glasses at home.

No one spoke to her at the crowded club.

Her nylons were torn and her make-up was caked-on and smeared.

Myrtle thought she resembled Elizabeth Taylor

But she looked more like the Wicked Witch of the West.

Please surround me with love.

No criticisms or angry demands.

My hair is full of dust.

Lucky spiders crawl across my walls.

I greet them with kind words and a smile.

Faded celebrities are dying almost every day.

There’s a variety show happening in the sky.

I want to drown in talent.

Not boring TV and stale pre-packaged food.

The faint voices I hear in my head are soft and soothing,

Damning and delightful.

This path has called to me for countless years.

I wish I had more answers to get me through the days.

Life is a tall, thick, ageless Oak tree standing confidently on its own.

The hunger pangs never really go away.

I’m almost tired of it all.

DON'T DROP THE BOMB

Tuesday, July 21/Thursday, July 23, 2009

DON’T DROP THE BOMB

By Philip Cairns

Copyright 2009 by Philip Cairns

Into this slate-coloured pit,

I dip my dry, cracked toes.

I am morphing into someone else.

The journey is painful but awe-inspiring.

I miss the stage and the camera.

Discovering a new character.

Making new friends.

Falling into that other fascinating dimension.

I’m fearful of the words that spurt out of my right hand.

Where will this pilgrimage end?

Out of the left hand flows the true picture.

I sit beside the lake, in the dark,

Drinking in the warm summer air.

Feeling so alive.

The Beast has left me,

At least for the time being.

I get up and stretch my long legs.

The boardwalk clunks under my feet.

Nothing is ever enough.

Always wanting more and more.

No longer moaning about being alone.

Just enjoying the small, golden moments.

Each second may be my last.

Try to live a Buddha-like existence.

Breath to breath,

Moment to moment.

Smell the sounds of the ecstatic.

Taste the colours of love,

In all its silver forms.

The stones speak to me.

Amethyst opens my soul.

Kiss the silence.

Suppress the constant aching desires,

Like a beast that can never be fed enough.

Let me climb to the top of the mountain

To drink the fresh, clean air.

Help me to discover truths.

Books, movies, friends,

Intellectual nourishment.

Wet sex and hot food.

Comfort me.

Look up at the full moon.

Think and wonder.

Hide from evil.

Just concentrate on the good, kind people on the planet,

Hiding under sharp rocks and in dark, makeshift caves.

Eradicate sadness and despair.

Heal all the broken limbs.

Life should be joyous and fresh.

A blazing ochre sunset.

The Goddess wants us to be happy.

Touch me in all the right places.

Send Reiki to swab my cuts and bruises.

Jump high into the quiet music of silence.

Exhale a perfect hue.

Poisons spew out of my pours and I feel cleansed.

Now, inhale everything.

As much as you can understand.

Will there ever be enough?

When will all the sorrow end?

Sleep = Sanity!

I don't know about you, but my sleep is directly linked to my sanity. If I don't get a lot of sleep, I can barely talk, my decision making skills suck ass, and I just make a general fool of myself.

Whenever, I'm on a skank streak...it usually takes a weekend away to clear up my head, get some rest, and make me go 'Fuck Jay, stop being so tarded.' Or if I'm in a LTR and I freak out like crazy, put me to bed, let me sleep and then the world makes sense again.

The worst is assignments/tests. My head just can't focus and if I try to do anything that's gonna be coherent, I need that slumber. Especially, cuz usually I'll wake up early, still be in subsconscious mode and then I can write out some goodness. :)

I don't even need a ton of sleep, I just need the ability to know the next morning that I can get out of bed whenever I please. Ever since I moved into this condo, it's so bright that I wake up with the sun and that's no fun. Then I have to force myself to sleep again.

In conclusion, Jay likes his sleep. Don't you?

Holy forgotten music!!!

Sometimes you just come across some totally amazingly awful/awesome music that you have to share with the world.



Oh Sky...why'd you have to break up, re-form with a girl who never quite matched the talent of the little dude w/ the soul patch. This song actually does hold up and I feel a dance coming on.



Joshua Morrow, Eddie Cibrian and that other guy who wasn't in a soap opera. 2 hotties and an ugly dude..what is this 98 degrees? Either way...this song is such awful goodness.



Soul Decision. Who wasn't in love w/ the main blond guy?? Well before, he wore that really weird top in a future video. That was just wrong.



Wave. Okay now where did this group go to?? This song is actually pretty cool soft rock. We still have Nickelback and yet, these guys can't catch a break?? Tsk, tsk...

Who else have you forgotten and rediscovered lately from your Muchmusic past?

BLACK RAPIDS

Monday July 20, 2009

BLACK RAPIDS

By Philip Cairns

Copyright 2009 by Philip Cairns

I’m being sucked deep into the desolate, black abyss.

There are no colours or music.

Crisp burnt grass, as far as the eye can see.

My emotions rage out of control, like a bright red forest fire.

This void can be comforting and compulsive.

Grey thieves have stolen something

But I don’t know what.

My heart ceases to pump yet I’m still alive.

Is everything else dead?

Something is missing.

I can’t put my finger on it.

Can’t think.

The Black Dog is chewing away at my vitals.

The CD player has been playing the same damned note for 8 hours.

Food tastes like fuchsia sawdust.

Friends have deserted me or disappeared.

Please, someone, sing that song I like.

Shake me to life like a newborn’s ass.

Push me out into the world through the loose folds of ashen skin.

Let me say outrageous things.

The purple sunset burnt my eyeballs.

The weight of the world sits on my crooked shoulders.

I just need to be touched.

To be heard.

To speak the truth as I see it.

To find my lost hope.

I kissed the hard, beautiful sea shell

And it crumbled into tiny grains of sand.

Sit beside me.

Worry a little about me.

I want to see violet one more time before I die.

Tell me profound, loving things.

Shock me into rapture.

Hit the tingshaw so I can enter the divine.

Blast the sounds of a heavenly choir.

Wipe away a tear.

I’m standing on the edge of something frightening and bitter.

I can taste the reality of it.

You let me see your dark corners.

All I feel is sad and empty.

Don’t punish me for that.

I need the feeling, again,

Of Anita Ekberg dancing in a luscious black gown in “La Dolce Vita”.

The blond actor with the goatee doing back-flips.

The plunk-plunk of the 60s Euro-pop guitar.

The soft strings on the soundtrack

As Anita wanders through the late night streets of Rome,

Her curly platinum blonde hair cascading into the crevices of her exposed back.

Forgive me.

This bleak pit singes my face and scars my soul.

I can’t get up.

The cold steel door has slammed shut.

These emotions are like the deadly rapids in “Deliverance”,

Gurgling and bubbling,

Gobbling up the innocent and naive.

A part of me is dying a slow, painful death.

The pointed phoenix will rise, again, I can only hope.

All those lost dreams fading away.

This shimmering mirage is a devastating, lonely place.

Going to the chapel though I'll never get married...

Yah, so I went to a wedding last night, my first in probably over a year. Thankfully few of my friends and family partake in this futile exercise of weddings. ;)

Yes, yes...tis my opinion that weddings are not for me whatsoever and here's why...

1) I don't like attention to be centered directly on me. Which is odd, cuz I'm an artist that performs on stages all over. Yet, that's usually only for a certain amount of time. I will never have a wedding of my own for this reason.

I don't celebrate my b-days, host house warming parties, etc. I'm most comfortable alone or with a couple of friends.

2) Any event that involves a suit will not please me. I don't like getting dressed up. I don't really like clothes. I'm perfectly content in a pair of track shorts and that's about it. If I could wear this all day long, life would be so much better.

Yesterday's wedding went like this. Go to my 'rents house, which is 20 min. from wedding. Await to last possible moment and then put on suit. Attend ceremony, drive back home, remove suit. Await to last possible moment and then put on suit. Attend reception, drive back home, talk on phone with Ma, complain that I'm still wearing the suit, remove suit. :)

3) Seated at tables with strangers. Last night was pretty great as only 2 people were strangers, so I was able to speak with the people that I knew and that was about it. A few years ago, I attended a wedding where they divided the couples up...what bullshit...I sat beside my mate, cuz I'm like that.

Thankfully, this wedding had an open bar and had excellent food. I've been to some with a cash bar, which is simply wrong. Plus, the food was either cold, tasteless or just plain ick. If I'm gonna suffer, I better suffer with yummies.

I won't get into a marriage debate here (thou I'm against it), but if you're gonna throw a wedding, please feel free to not invite me. :)

Bumper Stumpers!!!

A few weeks ago, I brought back Supermarket Sweep into your lives, here's another Canadian favourite, BUMPER STUMPERS!!!

Watch the above clips and laugh at the two gays going through the license plates and tell me that you don't make some of the same guesses that they did. 2RGID...yah, I had the exact same guesses as them.

I remember watching this show, whenever I was sick, as I think it came on around 9 or 9:30. Being sick was sooo awesome. Sure, it sucked that you were sick, but you got to miss school, watch game shows all morning, drink ginger ale and have toast with margarine on it. Mmmmm....good times.

I still play Bumper Stumpers to this day. I'm a master at figuring out ppl's vanity plates and take great pride (not the Stonewall kind) in being able to solve the puzzles. There's no cash prize at the end, but a hearty self-pat on my back is worth it every time.

If there's a bumper stumpers board game out there, please locate it, and challenge me. I will win, but you will at least have a good time watching me win!

It took six, but Nurse Jackie is in!

I just finished watching episode six of 'Nurse Jackie' and I'm damn glad that I stuck with it. It started off really out there with one dimensional characters, but it's finally got it right.

5 reasons to love 'Nurse Jackie'

1) Edie Falco - I watched only a bit of 'The Sopranos', it wasn't for me. A lot of ppl have complained that they can't see her as someone else. Well, I can't see her as anybody besides 'Nurse Jackie.' She started off awful, not likeable, just not into her. Now I like her, need her, want her. :)

2) Supporting cast is superb. Thor is awesome! Seriously, we get short snippets of him, but the actor commits so well. Student Zoe is hilarious. She's exactly what we don't see enough of on tv. Gay nurse friend is kinda stereotypical, but almost in a 'I know I'm stereotypical kinda way'. Hot shot doc is now getting layers. British doctor is SOOO hilarious! (Minus the husband, no chemistry there..get rid of him..or is that the point??)

3) It's 30 min. I don't know about u, but I don't need an hour any more. I just don't have the patience. I love these short quickie shows. You're in, you're out and it's over. They've started to add more sub stories, which is great too.

4) They got Swoosie Kurtz!!! Okay, I fucking love Swoosie Kurtz. Seriously, she's amazing! I used to watch 'Sisters' (yes, I just admitted it). She's only a guest star, but I really hope to see her again, she elevates everybody.

5) It's like real life. There's up, there's downs, it's life. I don't like shows that try to be dramatic or try to be comedic...just be real. This episode finally made the show real!

If you disagree with me, well fuck you!!!

If you're gonna yell, FUCKIN YELL AT ME!!!

I think it's the brother in me that makes me very protective of those around me. Be it my family, friends, employees...if you cross the line, I will end you. Simple as that. =)

Now the line is a confusing one. You see, I have no qualms about calling my own father a 'fuck face' or my sister a 'cunt' and I will probably let you do it too. If it's justified! :)

What I don't like is uncalled for stupid-ness on the part of others.

Let's talk about yesterday, when I get a call from my staff saying that some Mother reamed her and another staff out. The issue was completely stupid and she's yelling at my staff. NOOOOOO FUCKING WAY!!! I even get confirmation from another staff who happened to walk in on it, who was like it 'I walked in, saw the crazy and just left.' Then I find out that my staff was so upset that she was actually crying over the incident.

I'll never get this kinda shit. Who was brought up where it's okay to scream at somebody in a public space over stupid nothing-ness? See now I grew up in a house, where I screamed at my family, slammed doors, and all that. But in public, we are as civilized as we can attempt to be.

Customers screaming at somebody who's half their age even makes more sense. They're making shit money, they're doing their best, and you scream at them. To me, that makes you scum! Worse than scum...you're what scum shits out after a big ass meal.

Here's my biggest beef, NOBODY SCREAMS AT ME!!! It's soooooo irritating! Look at me. I'm 5'8', 140, not much muscle, kinda dorky looking...it can't be, 'cuz they're intimidated by me. But I just don't get the face-face screamers. I get some upset folks via the phone, but that's it.

As someone who works in customer service, I see it a lot of stupid. How about you?

Or as a customer, have you ever flipped out on an employee?? If so, do u regret it or encourage it?

How'd I forgot about Ernest???

Okay, Okay, Okay...I can't believe that I completely forgot about Ernest? Come on, you remember Earnest! You must've watched his movies at least a hundred times growing up. Ernest Goes to Camp, Ernest Saves Christmas, Ernest Got to Jail. All classics in my book and yet, I have no clue where all of his movies went to.

I'm thinking they were all taped from TV to VHS. Do you remember those days? CityTV's night at the movies!!! You'd watch the movie, press pause when the commercials came on and then start recording again. Recording off the TV was a freakin' art form. You'd want to get it perfectly, so that nobody could tell that you taped it off the tv. Plus you had to remember to press pause again or otherwise, you'd miss a scene and that'd make your Pa not so pleased w/ your taping skills.

How'd I remember Ernest? Thanks to this article that talks about actors and typecasting.

Now I want to watch all the old Ernest movies (preferably from a VHS feed). Oh and Big Top Pee Wee. All the great films from the late 80's early 90's will come alive again at my place.

Who's in?

Holy Freakin Awesome, Batman!

Okay, look at this pic and tell me if you think if it's real or not. Apparently not! It's a freakin action figure. 12" toy of supreme awesome-ness. Check out this link and see how lifelike this toy truly is.

I don't know about you, but I don't pay much attention to action figures these days, but if this what they are today, SIGN ME UP!

Back in the day, we had TMNT that could pose and that was pretty kick ass. Or a He-Man that you could twist to one side, press a button, and he'd twist back. Remember when Cabbage Patch Dolls began and they just sat there all hunched over and then with the next generation, you could make them up stand up? That was pretty big news.

This is taking it to a whole different level. This toy seriously creeps me out. Imagine that you're sleeping, wake up and see this beside your bed. Don't tell me that you wouldn't let out a little high pitched scream or two.

If you're big on toys, update me on what's out there. Cuz if this is where it's at, I'm getting back into playing with action figures.

G.I Joe - Blows!

I don't know about you, but this has been one disappointing summer of movies. It just seems like nothing is really grabbing my attention.

Take the trailer above for G.I. Joe. It's just lame. Really? This is the best that they could offer. Look, I think Channing Tatum is super hot, but I'd rather watch screen caps of 'Fighting' than check this film out. The action looks beyond fake and the attempt at humour is sub par. Marlon Wayans is the least funny Wayan.

I don't know about you, but I grew up watching the G.I. Joe cartoons and then pretending to be them with my friends out in the backyard. I think we created better scenarios than this trailer presents.

In other words, WAHHHHHH WAHHHHHH WAHHHHHH! ;) I'm just not looking forward to this and I really wanted to.

How about you? You going to see this film? Have you enjoyed anything this summer? So far, my favourite is 'The Hangover.'

Remix or Let it Ride...

So recently I have befriended someone who does things in a complete opposite way than I am used to.

I have always followed the adage of Margaret Cho "You never mix your new gay with your old gay. They're like Siamese Fighting Fish." It's odd cuz it's something that I have always been doing...I never even liked mixing my Smarties or Skittles together as a kid. I would always empty the package, sort them by colour, and then eat them accordingly. Keeping my circles of friends separate just like the Skittles colours seemed to be very logical.

My friend, however, is a mixer. He likes to take all the groups that he has and blend them all together, like they're each an ingredient in a sweet, thirst-quenching mojito. Without one ingredient, the drink just wouldn't taste the same.

I guess doing it this way you are always the star of the show.

You would be the common link between all, so it would always be like you were the host of the social party. But doesn't this create more drama?

Picture one group of gay/bi/trans friends and how each interact and how each person has their niche already carved out. Now throw in another group, just like that one. Will there not be clashing?

Will ANTM music start and the words "Wanna be on top?" start chiming through the gathering of people as they fend off people trying to "take their place"?

All these circles intertwining, are we not tempting fate to create "the perfect storm" of homosexual drama?

I guess by keeping everything segregated I am trying to limit the amount of chaos that could erupt in my face. Rivalries, diva egos clashing, sleeping around and trying then to avoid.

I'm just curious as to what others do?

Are a you mixer or not?

If so, how do you handle it?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Thanks for the enlightenment.

Promoting Disability!

Often times, my work, academics, and art collide together perfectly. This week is no different.

I am in the process of researching an essay for my equity and human rights course. The essay is on individuals with disabilities and employment opportunities. There is a huge untapped pool of intelligent individuals who are not receiving work in some part to the attitudes of those that are in the position of hiring. Instead of looking at the positive contributions, they may immediately jump to the negative start-up impact of accommodating someone with a disability. When no such impact may exist. I've read through about 20 journal papers so far and it's going to be a great paper. :)

At work and in life, I'm often reminded that I exist with an invisible disability. New encounters with people see that the topic may come up and it always seems to surprise them at first. Which is odd, cuz why can't somebody be like me and be hearing impaired? They try to find the hearing aids and it's like a game of 'where are they?' They sit in my ear canal, not exactly a place that people spend hours staring at. I'd hope that my eyes would lure them in, not a hole in the side of my head. :P

I'm producing a cabaret at Buddies in Bad Times on Monday August 24th featuring only artists that identify as queer and disabled. Not just queers, not just disabled, not allies. I think it's important that minorities within minorities be recognized. Especially a grouping that may be forgotten or over looked. The most interesting thing with this project is those that by law definitions and mine do classify as disabled who don't own that word. I'm certainly someone who sees myself as fitting into the mainstream, but I've also proposed shows that put it right out there, 'deaf, bi, and sick' - makes things pretty clear. ;) "Hard & Able: celebrating queer disability" will be on Monday August 24th. If you want to perform, let me know by July 10th at jay@ajaystewartproject.com.

At my work, we're presently taking accessible customer service training and it's a great initiative. Although, the training is a bit of a joke. If someone is blind do you: 1) point and say 'hey, it's just over there.', 2) 'pet their guide dog without permission' or 3) 'assist them as needed.' It's like saying is the sky 'blue', 'yellow', or 'maroon.' There should be some thought put into the training and trust, I've made my comments well known to those facilitating. :) Thankfully, I'll get to put 200 of my own staff through the training and make my own adjustments.

Secretly, this has been a life long passion of mine to remove the stigma of what disability represents. From the gr. 12 debate that had my opponent arguing the merits of sterilizing disabled individuals, where I crushed him and the entire class that was on his side.

To me, disability is a spectrum statement that covers such a vast amount of individuals. However, people still seem to see it as one thing: individuals incapable of taking care of themselves.

When I'd say a vast majority are strong empowering individuals that consistently demonstrate that the only limitations that exist are those that you put on them.