Anexis Matos
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When you speak to me, you disappear like ocean waves. You only return when your friend translates your words. “You never understand me!” You slap my fingers with a rigid ruler, but it’s less painful than before. Before, you were more present. You were like homemade lemonade or orange juice, more sweet than sour. Now…
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I don’t remember how I met her, but I remember being her student. She was frightening, a shadow watching my every move. I grew quiet around her, hoping to make my life a little easier. It didn’t work, but it was easier than having a conversation with her. I always wondered where you were. Were…
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You’re an unlikely friend to me, but I wonder when your friendship ends.
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I’m back for a bittersweet announcement. I’ve been considering this blog for some time and realized I need a change. I burned out on my previous content. It was very time-consuming for very little and it became too much. I’ve decided to, at least for now, not post written reviews. I’ll still be reviewing books…
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One of the things I struggle with as a person with a disability is feeling welcomed in establishments. I prefer spending time online and socialise as little as possible. It’s a drain on my mental health. Recently, I decided I’d like to get back into exercising. To make that easier on myself, I got a…
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I resent you, but I also appreciate you. You’re not so bad. You give us what we need. What we want. Our rights. Our freedom. Our lives. We have that thanks to you. For that, I’m grateful.
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Before reading, please read the original audio description critique of Perfect Match. I won’t recap my thoughts. Instead, I’m going to focus on one specific aspect, so it’ll be short. For those unaware, audio description is a separate audio track added to visual media that describes visual aspects. It’s mainly intended for blind and visually…
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If you’re always here, why can’t I see you? I guess it’s easy to disappear at will when you’re not the one in the line of fire.
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I forgot about you, but it seems you never forgot about me. You were waiting in the background until I needed you. I didn’t remember his introduction. The confusion I felt when he told me to befriend you. The uncertainty when he didn’t bring you up again. The relief that others dealt with you. You…