Once, on a rewatch of ASiP I wonder what the show would be like if John really was disabled, if Sherlock wasn't a posh white guy, if they were girls, if they were girls in love. It would be a dream, a fantasy, a miracle, come true.
Then, in the spring, when the clocks jumped forward an hour and I sat in the Taco Bell drive-thru for 20 minutes waiting for the systems to reset, I started writing that dream. This is what followed.
I am a young disabled woman with a mobility device. I am, however, also a white woman. Please, if any of the choices I make seem suspect to you, I beg you, call me out! It's almost inevitable that I'll fuck up. Let me know when I do!
You can always find me at my writing tumblr.
The title for this series is taken from a poem on tumblr which reads
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
