I’m finally ready to answer the FAQ I receive most often.
Up until now, it was a topic that was just too painful to discuss. But I
believe enough time has passed and enough healing has occurred.
The FAQ I receive most often is: “Smart Ass Cripple, can
you please tell me why you have a giant tattoo on your back that looks sort of
like a cubist rendition of the bust of John Quincy Adams?”
Okay, here goes. (Deep breath): It all began on a bright,
glorious summer morning. I went to a cripple pride parade and there were floats
and marching bands and cripples of all shapes and sizes and races and creeds. I
heard rousing speeches about the many great things cripples have achieved and I
felt so proud and righteous!
So I decided to keep celebrating after the parade. I
remember taking a public transit bus to a bar and I remember ordering a bunch
of boilermakers.
And all I remember after that was waking up and feeling
like my back had been sandpapered. So I took a selfie picture over my shoulder
of my back in the mirror and holy shit! A tattoo! But my tattoo was just a bunch of
words. Paragraphs. The first line of the
tattoo began at the top of my left shoulder blade. It read: Part B - Actions Applicable to Public
Transportation Provided by Public Entities Considered Discriminatory. And
the second line read: Subpart I - Public Transportation Other than by Aircraft
or Certain Rail Operations. And so on and so on my tattoo continued across
the hairy expanse of my back until it abruptly ended with: As used in subsection (a) of this section,
the term "discrimination" includes…
In the harsh light of sobriety, I slowly
began to realize what I had done. Tattooed
on my back was Title II, Part B of the Americans with Disabilities Act! A vague
memory appeared in the fog of recollection. I was at the bar clinking glasses
with the guy next to me who was also drinking boilermakers. And I told him I
came to the bar on a bus and that wouldn’t have been possible 20 years ago
because none of the fucking buses were accessible back then but then cripples
got together and made noise so the ADA was passed and Title II, Part B requires
public transit to be accessible, dammit! So we toasted Title II, Part B and
clinked glasses. And then I asked him what he did for a living and he said he
was a tattoo artist.
Double holy shit! I guess the drunken tattoo
artist only got as far as: As used in
subsection (a) of this section, the term "discrimination" includes… before
he also passed out.
My tattoo cast me into a raging undertow of
body shame. I’ve heard plenty of cripples lament how body shame weighs them
down. They wear baggy clothes and expensive prosthetics in an attempt to hide
their funny-looking bodies.
Somehow I’d managed to avoid succumbing to
that particular shame trap, in spite of my funny-looking body. But now I understood what these
shame-ladened cripples were talking about. After waking up with Title II, Part B
tattooed on my back, I avoided being shirtless at all costs.
But then, I glimpsed a ray of hope. I saw a
TV show where a tattoo artist transforms your pitiful, drunken-stupor mistake tattoo
into an angel or a butterfly or something nice. So I tracked down one of those
guys and showed him my back. No problem, he said. He could transform my Title
II, Part B tattoo into hula girls and palm trees. So I gave him a bucketful of cash
and told him to have at it. But when he finished, my new tattoo didn’t look like
hula girls and palm trees at all. It looked more like sort of a cubist
rendition of the bust of John Quincy Adams. The guy insisted it looked just like hula girls and palm trees if you viewed it in the right light.
But I’m rising above the body shame.
I go around shirtless if I feel like it, even if it means enduring constant
stares and questions.
This is just BS, right?
ReplyDeleteTaking heed.
ReplyDeleteOK, let me get this straight. You had one of the most significant pieces of legislation in my lifetime tattooed on your back and then YOU COVERED IT UP? I mean, look at Miley, or Gaga, or any of the celebrities de jour, they all have word tattoos. Anyway, it was a good start.
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