Hey everyone. Meet my torso.
I am going to break one of my few sorta-taboos to talk about my body and psoriasis.
I take a narrow-band UV phototherapy treatment twice a week to maintain my skin the way it is (see above terrible quality photo), the which with I am relatively satisfied.
This may seem amazing until you consider that I once had more like 60% coverage, and basically, looked (and FELT) like a fucking leper. With "unusually severe psoriasis" I was a pariah. I was imprisoned in my own continuously disintegrating body.
I had a huge and terrible thought last night.
What if I went on UV strike for the furtherance of a cause?
This is the kind of thing I would NEVER do without talking to Dr. A, Dr. F, and basically, everyone I know. Because it would have a significant impact on my, shall we say, Unique mental state, and there would be some very real risks to life and limb.
A number of troubling questions, the hypothetical pondering of which, anyway, makes me feel more alive:
What cause or injustice is there in my life that is that important to me?
With the world going the way it is, can we afford for me to wuss out on this notion?
Would inflicting this on myself mean I would BE a monster?