descriptive transcript:
Haben, a Black woman in her thirties with long dark hair, speaks to the camera, a vibrant blue wall behind her.
Haben: If you're a creator, add transcripts to your videos. I can't see videos, I can't hear videos, but I can read transcripts.
Pins on a Braillenote Touch pop up and down in their Braille cells. Each cell has eight pins that are either positioned up or down depending on the specific Braille letter.
Haben: Braille displays connect to phones and laptops, allowing Braille readers to access the internet this way. Descriptive transcripts should have both the visuals of what's happening on screen and speech and key sounds for the video. Really good descriptive transcripts captivate readers just like the best novels.
The Braille display disappears and the video shows Haben in the same room.
Haben: Once we have widespread accessibility, it'll be easier for deafblind people to share our stories and also participate in conversations. I love learning from lives different from mine and in order for me to do that, I need transcripts. I look forward to reading all your transcripts!
end transcript.
sharing for people who aren't aware this is a thing & can put it into practice, video transcript copied from haben's instagram (please let me know if the format needs to be adjusted in some way šš»)
man why do white people have to appropriate our guys its not like y'all dont have your own guys
The second I saw this meme I knew I had to redraw it š¤
(Original under the cut)
To people who followed me for one specific fandom, I am so so sorry
At this point, I know I am just screaming into the void by posting this. The probability that more than three or four people will actually read this rant/diatribe is slim!
I have been working on an assignment at work for going on three days, and have yet to finish it. It might be more accurate to say that I have been researching for the assignment for 3 days, and really writing/drafting for three hours total. Why havenāt I made more progress you ask? Oh, itās just because of my anxiety, Dyslexia, OCD, imposter syndrome, burnout, skill regression, and brain fog! No big deal, (sarcasm)!
Sometimes, it feels Iām slowly loosing myself.
(as opposed to every other month when we're all demure about disability rights /gentle sarcasm)
āBack in the eighties dungeons were becoming a thing in New York. Guys would pay a lot of money to come there and have some dominatrix tell them what to do. I was making leather pencil skirts for a lot of the doms, with holes in the back so that guys could kiss their ass. One day I was fitting a dom named Asia, and I told her: āI bet I could make more money than you without wearing stuff like this.ā She bet me I couldnāt. It was all a big goof. But then I started really thinking about it. Asia was making $150 a session, and that was real money. So I did the same thing I always do when I get an idea. I just ran an ad in the back of the Village Voice. Most of these girls were advertising how young they were. So I used the word āmature.ā And I figured out how to write āJewish Guys Welcomeā in Yiddish, and I put that at the bottom. It was some of the easiest money I ever made. I never let them touch me. All I had to do was be a bossy black woman. And I could do that easy because my mother had been such a bitch. Iād pretend to be a school teacher, or a nanny. It was the dumbest shit. I just kept inventing crazy scenarios. And the crazier the scenario, the more money I made. One time I heard about a dom on the Upper East Side who charged $3,000 a week to kidnap a guy and lock him in her basement. I didnāt have a basement, but I knew a limo driver named Dean who liked to hustle like me. So every time I got a call from a new client, Iād say: āYou want to be kidnapped, donāt you?ā And heād start stuttering like: āDuh, duh, duh, duh.ā And Iād say: āListen to me closely. Stand on the corner of 5th and 18th tomorrow at 3 pm. Donāt be late.ā Then Iād call Dean and tell him the plan. It was always easy to spot the guy. Heād be the one checking his watch and looking scared as shit. So weād roll up in the limo, grab him by the collar, and pull him inside. Then Iād lock the doors and start telling him what to do. Everything went down in the back of the limo. Dean just rolled up the partition and kept his eyes on the road. At the end Iād give him $100, because I was getting $250 for that.ā
-Happy 81st birthday to Stephanie 'Tanqueray' Johnson. If you see her wheeling around Chelsea today wish her a happy birthday, and there is a nonzero chance she will give you a glow-in-the-dark dildo eraser. -Humans of New York
How do you write image IDs?
a lot of people have put this in far better words than i could so i'll direct you to some helpful posts [here, here] but while you're here, take my two little tidbits anyway!
if i'm IDing a funny post, i try to structure the ID like the punchline of the image. if i'm IDing a sad art piece, i try and write it with the same sadness the art conveys. generally i try to translate what the image made me feel into written words.
literally just start. start today. even if your first attempt is shit, you are guaranteed to help someone who might not have been able to understand otherwise. its practice more than anything honestly. just start!
i'd also like it to be known that while i've got some visual stuff going on, i am not legally blind. i don't use a screenreader. i'm not going to be your best source of information and most all of your questions have likely been asked and answered by people leaps and bounds more qualified than i am. feel free to ask questions but also know for the best info you should probably be going to someone else! /lh
Dude holy shit. Taylor Swift fans literally getting cooked alive at a concert venue transformed into a tin foil oven tray in brazil.
She/They | 20s | Here to stalk my friend's blogs mostlyProfile Pic ID: Kylo Ren walking on a light pink background
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