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About Sightless Scribbles.
Ah, hello there. Did you bring cookies?
This is a simultaneous transmission. It is a tactile map of the engine room, a way to feel the hum of the machine while I’m typing. But for those of you stumbling onto this URL for the first time, wondering why the prose feels different—heavier, maybe, or just louder in the quiet parts—this is also an introduction.
As the readership grows, I realized I needed a manifesto nailed to the digital door. So, hi. Thank you for reading Sightless Scribbles.
What is this place? Technically, it’s a blog. Spiritually, it is the highest form of literary narcissism you will ever encounter. I say that because the world is loud. My anxieties are loud. The systems designed to crush disabled people are cruel and unforgiving and want me dead before my time is up naturally. This blog proves I survived another day.
I am a blind gay man living in a world obsessed with optics. Things happen to me—some good, some tragic, some absurdly funny. This blog is where I translate those raw, chaotic inputs into something you can hold. It is the ultimate immersion into my literary world, a place where I take the "visual" and dismantle it, brick by brick, until all that’s left is the truth of my non-visual world.
On this site, you will find a smorgasbord of literary output. You’ll find fiction that explores the terrifying vulnerability of intimacy. You’ll find nonfiction accounts of my daily wars with bureaucracy—tales of how I outsmarted a hostile telephone tree or the specific, tactile joy of a perfectly designed doorknob. You’ll find writing exercises, older journalism, and experiments in form.
There will also be happy tellings, like the time my Trans friend came out to me. You'll also read lengthy immersive, and intimate, nonfiction narratives that explore my insecure and emotionally needy life.
You will also find such things as me imagining a gay man reading my scars like Braille, me getting free Pizza, praises for libraries, love letters to chocolate, hilarious tales of men I dated eating my cookies, and letters to people I have yet to meet.
But primarily, you will find the truth of my body.
I am a blind writer. Typically, I write Romance. I write it not as a guilty pleasure, but as a survival manual. In a world that tells disabled people we are burdens, Romance is the only genre that insists we are worthy of worship. It is a political act to write a story where safety is the ultimate kink.
For those who prefer to listen—because reading with your eyes is not the only way to consume a soul—I have a podcast the same name as this blog. This isn’t just a robot reading text. These posts are performed by professional and emerging voice actors. They bring a new kind of symphony to these words, adding breath, pause, and resonance to the text.
If you want the full experience, you can support the podcast with a monthly subscription to get serialized versions of my audiobooks. You will get a private RSS feed to use in any app.
I do this because I am a Sovereign User. I believe in the "Small Web." I loathe the walled gardens of audible-exclusive content and the pernicious creep of DRM (Digital Rights Management). If you buy a book, you should own the file. If you support an artist, the money should go to the artist, not a tech conglomerate. By supporting the podcast financially, you help me pay the narrators, because artists deserve to eat.
Now, a warning about time.
I do not have a schedule. I never will.
I operate on CripTime. I fully reject the capitalist myth of "productivity" and "hustle culture." My body is an atlas of scars—physical maps of where the world has been too rough. I have Cerebral Palsy, and my energy is a finite, precious currency. The best thing I can do for my body, and for the quality of this work, is to refuse to be a machine.
This is especially true in the winter.
If you notice the feed slowing down when the temperature drops here in the United States, that is because the cold does unspeakable, violent things to my body. The winter nights here are long and heavy. The cold seeps into my joints and makes them scream with the veracity of a siren. Pain becomes a second pulse.
So, in the winter, I slow down. I retreat. I become the kind of person who wants nothing more than to spend the dark months buried under three weighted blankets, listening to an audiobook while a pair of safe, gay hands feeds me cookies.
That is the dream, anyway.
But even when I am slow, I am here. I write because this is my soul. This is my safe space on the internet. Here, I reclaim power through words. I examine the confusing, emotional toll of existing in this temporary video game we call life, and I offer it up to you.
I translate the complicated emotions so you can understand what life is like for me. If you want to understand the reverence of having a man stand still as I worshipfully read the history of his life via the callouses on his open palm, or what I imagine when a partner holds my face to block out the noise of the world, this blog is your key.
I do not make money on this blog. I survive off donations from readers. I do not take sponsored posts. I do not run advertisements that track your data. I never will. You are my only patron. If you want to ensure I can keep writing, keep paying narrators, and keep buying the heating pads that get me through harsh winters, I need your financial support.
Welcome. Thank you for reading. Thank you for slowing down enough to feel the texture of my world.
You can follow via RSS (because algorithms are trash) or email. Share this with anyone who loves a slice-of-life blog. Or, perhaps more accurately, a slice-of-feelings blog.
I promise, there is something here for everyone who is willing to close their eyes and listen.
About Robert Kingett.
I steal rainbow tinged cookies from unsuspecting glittering cats in my spare time.
Read Frequently asked questions here.
Robert Kingett is a totally blind author and essayist. He writes fiction and nonfiction but used to wear other hats.
Kingett writes Romance fiction and personal essays but still occasionally blogs
Kingett does a lot of other things such as events and more.
Even though Kingett publishes many short stories alongside editing anthologies he always makes time to read a book or check out a podcast. He loves audiobooks, fiction podcasts, and movies and TV shows with audio description.
Kingett has Cerebral Palsy, CP, in addition to his blindness. He’s had both ever since he was a baby. He has Retinopathy of prematurity, commonly referred to as ROP. Even though he is ambulatory, his cerebral palsy makes it difficult to walk long distances or to stand for lengthy periods of time, which is probably why writing fell right into his lap!
Kingett is proudly gay and also proudly disabled. Kingett does stutter which is why emails are a better way to get in touch with him than a phone call.
Kingett loves listening to audiobooks, fiction podcasts, and RPG Podcasts. He identifies as a queer man and or a gay man, interchangeably. He also identifies as a disabled person rather than a person with a disability. He believes person first language will never identify him accurately.
Kingett was born in Islip, New York. He grew up in Saint Augustine FL and attended the Florida School for the Deaf and the Blind, FSDB. At an early age, he discovered that writing was an adaptive tool to combat his speech disability so he thought, I should harness this. Make my writing muscle stronger. So, he just kept writing, and writing!
Even though he has a speech disability he still loves to present at a wide array of venues, including charity events and literary events. He also does keynote speaking, including motivational speaking. At literary readings, he usually asks for a reader due to his disabilities.
Kingett describes himself as a very weird person. He loves Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream over chocolate ice cream, and he especially loves very dark humor and dark comedy. He loves stealing unicorn shaped cookies from rainbow tinged cookie jars and tap dancing kittens.
He loves networking with other minority authors, especially authors with disabilities and writers who identify as a member of the LGBT+ community. If that’s you, send him an email!
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