“Liebe Perla” at the DISLABELED Film Series, May 16th @ CUNY Graduate Center

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DISLABELED film series DISLABELED is NYCs monthly screening series dedicated to celebrating disability culture. We showcase films which portray disabled people living full lives then follow it up with a lively Q&A. Join us in partnership with CUNY Public Science Project for our May screening of the award-winning Israeli documentary, Liebe Perla. With Guest Speaker, Simi Linton, PhD. Wednesday May 16th, 2012 from 6:00pm to 9:00pm. CUNY Graduate Center 365 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan (between 34th & 35th Streets) Psychology Conference Room. Room 6304.01, Photo ID required for entry. $5 Suggested Donation. DISLABELED is proud to feature Open Captioning, Audio Description, ASL Interpretation and Barrier-Free Access at all screenings and events, guaranteed. Please support our scent-free environment by abstaining from perfume and cologne. RSVP to dislabeledfilm@gmail.com, website http://dislabeledfilm.wordpress.com. Follow us on Twitter @dislabeledfilm and on Facebook: DISLABELED Film Series.

The DISLABELED Film Series is back!  After an our spring break in April, we are back this month with a new screening and discussion.


See you there!

From the March 30, 2012 Candlelight Vigil for George Hodgins, and Other Disabled Victims of Murder in Union Square, NYC.

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historicalmeetups:

Samuel Beckett

Playwright, novelist, and Nobel laureate

meets

André the Giant
Gargantuan professional wrestling legend

In 1953, fresh off the success of Waiting for Godot, Beckett bought a plot of land near the hamlet of Molien, in the commune of Ussy-sur-Marne, about forty miles northeast of Paris. There he built a cottage for himself with some help from a group of locals, including a Bulgarian-born farmer named Boris Rousimoff. Over the years, Beckett and Rousimoff became friends and would occasionally get together for card games. Rousimoff had a son, André, known as Dédé, who was something of a physical marvel. By the age of 12, André was over six feet tall and weighed 240 pounds. No school bus could hold him, and his family lacked the means to buy a car big enough to schlep him back and forth to school in Ussy-sur-Marne. Enter Boris’ old card-playing buddy Beckett, who owned a truck and was more than willing to pay his friend back for his help with the cottage by giving a lift to his enormous pituitary case of a son on his drives into town. Years later, when recounting his conversations with Beckett (which he did often), André the Giant revealed that they rarely talked about anything besides cricket.

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All day long.  I answer to practically anything that starts with an A now (and sometimes, E), and have been accidentally Irish, several times.  And never mind SuperAleja…

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All day long.  I answer to practically anything that starts with an A now (and sometimes, E), and have been accidentally Irish, several times.  And never mind SuperAleja

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DISLABELED Film Series Premiere

DISLABELED is NYC’s monthly screening series dedicated to celebrating disability culture.

We showcase films that portray people with disabilities living full lives and then follow it up with lively, meaningful discussion.

Join us for our first night as we kick things off with the award-winning Spanish film YO, TAMBIÉN!.

Wednesday March 7th 6:00pm – 9:00pm.

CUNY Graduate Center 365 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan (between 34th and 35th Sts)

Photo ID required for entry.

$5 Suggested Donation.

With Special Guests Lawrence Carter-Long (disTHIS!) and first-time filmmaker Margot Cole (Drama Sighted).

DISLABELED is proud to feature Open Captioning, Audio Description, ASL Interpretation and Barrier-Free Access at all screenings and events, guaranteed.

Please support our scent-free environment by abstaining from perfume and cologne.

E-mail dislabeledfilm@gmail.com  Please RSVP!

Website http://dislabeledfilm.wordpress.com

Follow us on Twitter @dislabeledfilm and on Facebook at DISLABELED Film Series

kellysue:

queernonymoose:

timelessalice:

goddamnitreddas:

gatheringbones:

wrathofprawn:

lostsplendor:

stalins-princess:

Nightwitches

Die NachtHexen

Ночные ведьмы

for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge.

their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured.

HOLY SHIT THIS IS RAD AS FUCK

HOLY SHIT

omg that is just so cool aaaa

Russians get shit done apparently.

Ennis did a comic about the Night Witches.  

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jsmooth995:

Application for Kanye’s Magical Awesomeness Factory.

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itssonotsexy:

Here’s another holiday tune for you and yours!  Merry Christmas and have a happy, healthy new year.

We love you.

Mo and Jed

p.s. This one’s PG-13… Just FYI.

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One teachers approach to preventing gender bullying in a classroom

togetherforjacksoncountykids:

“It’s Okay to be Neither,” By Melissa Bollow Tempel

Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”

She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.

“My ponytail,” she cried.

“Can I see?” I asked.

She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.

“How’s that?” I asked.

She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.

‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’

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