So, before I rant, I have an omission. I am alone. Sure, I have friends and family but, for the most part, feel alone. I will NOT go so far as to pull out the violin, hillbilly harp, and, pardon the redneck jargon, begin “belly aching!” “Oh poor me, no man wants me because I am big and in a wheelchair, OH LORD…WHY?!” Yes, I am plump, round, and roll on the ground. But, those physical characteristics do not define me. I kick ass…well…Metaphorically speaking! Where am I going with this? Oh, yes…I feel alone.
I dread the idea of spend another Valentine’s Day alone…single. Seriously, the last time I had a boyfriend on February 14th was in 1991. His name was Robert Carter. He delivered me a baggy filled with Necco Sweetheart’s and two cedar hearts bound together by a red ribbon. It was, at the time, terribly sweet and, honestly, I would piss the seat of my Electric wheelchair if I were to relive that lame and lovely moment when life was simple. I keep getting off track! I have a head cold and it is 3:13a.m. My apologies!
I am quick to resolve this whole single issue! I am a cool chick. I should not be single, right? A very dear friend of mine and a few others have suggested looking into fetish sites. Of course, I have turned my nose up at the suggestion and very idea of being a fetish. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to type “Wheelchair Girl Fetish” into Google search.
There, I found “A Paragirl’s Special Place.” Aw! How sweet?!
Thoroughly excited, I began to look around. Running vertically down the right side, a copious amount of beautiful women. Obviously, this was a site catering to men so, I figured “Damn, I will check out my competition!” To begin with, some of these women, if not all, have a pseudonym, and I would say, roughly, 70% are Asian. Not that there is anything wrong with that it just calls to mind another fetish which caused my eyebrow to raise with a verbal response of “Must be a coincidence.”
I continue my search with a click on page one. Her name is Iron and she is in a manual chair from Quicke. A very cute, thin, girl with dimples wearing all gray, and a hot pink cast on her right leg. Wait! A full leg cast on a paraplegic!!! Some one needs to fire their care attendant! Girl two…a blond…fake tan…a “DIVINE” amount of make-up. I looked at her profile pic/head shot, no competition! NEXT! KOUYA! A porcelain doll face…another leg cast?! Who the fuck is in charge of hiring assistants?! NEXT?! Yes, you guessed it, another leg cast. Coincidence? I think not!
Those reading this are probably asking yourselves “What’s your point?” “Where’s the link?” “Jessica, Have things become so desperate?” *sighs* Yes, yes they have! But that is neither here nor there. My point is if you have a fetish or fantasy where you are the nurse, physical therapist, or doctor to Belle on wheels, try out the legit shit! Why fake the fantasy when you can test drive the real thing?!!
The analogy here is: You are shopping for a new car but you go to a bike shop. Yes, there are wheels but it’s not a car, asshole! Not even if you go “Boodin-boodin…eeeeeerrg!” while riding it…It is still a bike!
I am asking all my four wheeled, walker using, leg brace wearing sister’s to know you are the real thing! You are a woman. You are in a wheelchair or use other devices of assistance. But, NEVER are you a WHEELCHAIR Woman! You are a woman who looks just as good sitting as she would standing and we all look the same when we are flat on our backs!
I would much rather be alone than to be a fetish…because, it’s all a fantasy and, I don’t know about you, but I spent plenty of time in fantasy-land as a small child. I don’t really want to revisit it as an adult with a grown man whose engine gets started not at the sight of me but by my machine. I do not want a man to love me because of but despite my wheelchair. I am a person and, um, last I checked, that is what we aim to fall in love with…unless you are into Beastialty. Life is a fetish, I guess…
by Jessica E. Blinkhorn