Source: Dark Fantasy
I think I was denied a promotion at work by the power of the Masons.
One thing they learned, an honest man can’t be bought or bribed. My honesty cost me dearly, but I’d earned the promotion the hard way with respect and work, not “kissing ass,” or back-stabbing.
I don’t go on about being disabled; my condition is caused by a genetic flaw, and there is nothing I can do about it. Within the next year, I shall be in a wheelchair.
I’m not complaining, after all the injury that caused my left tendon to tear was done over 40 years ago when I was in the Royal Air Force. I have had a reasonably good life since then and seen many things I thought I’d never see.
Because of my bad genetics certain parts of my life have been denied me. I can not go for the walks I once enjoyed, even short walks tire me quickly. I don’t hide the fact that I wear a leg brace – I wish I didn’t need it – but it’s part of my life and until two weeks ago I never considered myself a public health risk.
Like many fellow sufferers, living with the thought of a wheelchair is a reality not a cheap and tasteless publicity stunt, Kylie Jenner.
Even if we are in wheelchairs, that doesn’t mean we can’t be seen as attractive to the opposite sex. If all you see is our disability, then YOU are the person with the disability, not us.
I looked at your photos, and my first thought was not about the wheelchair or the sexuality of the pose. My first thought was about the model. My first thought was that you were a mannequin, not a person. The expression on your face was so lacking appeal, I have seen sexier plastic dolls.