It’s spring time and young gimps’ thoughts turn to thoughts of love (or lust). That’s the impression one gets from the latest disability-themed edition of Dan Savage’s sex column. Dan’s responses to the plights of the disabled and the horned-up are reasonable and measured. He makes a good point about the fact that gimp sexuality runs the gamut from plain vanilla to the exotic. I once knew a guy with Duchenne’s who wanted nothing more than to meet a girl who would tie him up. That seemed redundant to me, but different strokes and all that.

It’s good to know I’m not the only one who, in a moment of loneliness and self-loathing, wrote Savage with my own sob story about how girls didn’t like me, how my gimpness was going to keep me single and frustrated for the rest of my life, and so on. My insecurities are still with me and they probably always will be. But they are tempered with the knowledge that I can be my own worst critic. And I’ve slowly learned to trust other people to see all the good things in me that too often remain hidden to my own eyes.