A few weeks ago we ran an item about the excellent New York based Crutchmaster, a disabled performance artist. We love his work and urge you to go and look at his .
However, it seems that Crutchmaster wasn't completely happy with Crippled Monkey. We know this cos he wrote to us. To redress the balance, we are now publishing a few extracts from the email he sent us:
"your Crippled Monkey / Disability is The New Rock and Roll Campaign has added my stage moniker and dance competition title to the fray, which is all in good fun to me. Your criticism that the site is not friendly to text readers is also fair and will be addressed when I find the time for some organization like the nice Βι¶ΉΤΌΕΔ to pay for it to get modified. In the meantime it will stay as it is, as we artists in NY fight like hell for every f****ng penny.
Nowhere on my site do I describe disabled people as 'Cream of Cripples' or 'The Drool Factor'. The way you have written it, it sounds as if I am using the terms to describe disabled people directly. The section those terms are written about in is called "What Is", and what I write about in that section are the use of such terms, how they are used, what they refer to etc. This section is about information on a given set of terminology, not me calling people the terms. so take your punk ass back to that drivel laden keyboard and get your s*** correct. There now, give daddy a hug.
I always expect fine upstanding mainstream sponsored disability awareness oriented sites such as yours (yay! go team. be edgy) to do their research before defining another person's disability in print. However' once again your curious George on tilt ass people couldn't get it right. It is written on my site in plain uncomplimicated English that I do not currently have Legg-Calve-Perthes disease but that I do have a bone deformity.
Perthes only effects children. I'm all grown up now. So you [very long string of F-words edited out, essentially he said we screwed up] and what's worse you have joined my massive collection of d***cheese-whizzes that got it wrong. People who write about me wrong make me f***ing sick to my stomach. The only reason I am even writing you is because you might have an inkling of how it feels. So go back to that dried snot-coated underbelly of a desk and get typing.
In closing, I would like to share with you bitches that I would expect better of such an intelligently written and aesthetically astute site such as Crippled Monkey. Thanks in advance.
Yours truly - the master of your piddly little crotch of nothing.
PS: I am a happy person. Mostly."
OK, so listen up, everyone. Crutchmaster has bone deformity as a result of the aforementioned, but now no longer has the aforementioned because he's an adult. I hope we have got this fully straight now, and that Crutchmaster may start to be a little happier as a result.
(Um, we think this was a good-natured email from him ... what do you think?)