Just Being Me...Who Needs "Normalcy" Anyway?

(Before today, the only person who I ever shared this particular piece of writing with was our beloved sister Tinu Abayomi Paul, disability justice diva and self-proclaimed “Empress of Twerk,” who has recently departed this world and joined the ancestors. I don’t know what I intended it to be for; it was just a brain dump of my thoughts/feelings/struggles at the time. I promised her that whenever I completed it, I would send her the final version as we sometimes bounced ideas off of one another. Unfortunately, I never returned to the piece to finish it/clean it up, and now she is gone, so she will never have an opportunity to read it. As I haven’t really known how to grieve her passing/honor her life, I decided today that this could be a small way to do so. So I am publishing this - knowing it is raw and rambly - as a tribute to our dearly departed sister.) Support her family with a donation: https://www.gofundme.com/f/honoring-tinus-legacy-with-compassionate-support Echolalia is my