I read Lady Chatterley’s Lover by DH Lawrence when I was 14. The small, faux-gilded copy was bought as a Christmas present the year before by a family member all too trusting of my maturity and emotional gravitas. Despite being a novel about the sexual awakening of a pretty, white and presumably Protestant member of the British aristocracy at the hands of a gamekeeper during the gloomier than usual post-Great War Midlands, the barely pubescent me swooned at the mentions of young chicks and forget-me-nots that occasioned the aggressively poetic sexual descriptions. It is a tale of love and lust overcoming social class, female agency … Continue reading The Double Bind of Sex and Disability in Ireland