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Sexy advice tomorrow because I have two awesome questions that are along the same theme and I need to do some research before answering the second.

Lately I've had a burning desire to make more things.

More things.

I want to make gothy b affordable accessories. Hair toys and things that aren't amazingly overpriced.

I want to make some fattie friendly stuff.

I want to make stuff that's cheap but not so cheap that the shit falls apart after you wear it once. I don't want to make cheap shit that pulls hair.

Generally speaking the big hold up at this point involves several things. A.) Financially it's a rough summer. Just because of how paychecks happen to fall there's not a lot extra after rent and bills to buy supplies. This will ease up coming into fall. B.) I am afraid. What am I afraid of I'm not sure. Not necessarily of failing but there's some unnamed fear there. I'm working it out. C.)This is the huge one, time.

In the meantime I've been toying with Cafepress but I don't really like what I'm doin there. It seems a bit over priced to me which is not awesome.

The one thing I'm into is the stickers. I love stickers and I made this one. I like nerdy things and stickers are among them. I've got some body positive ones in the works but I am no graphic artist and it's hard.

All that said I have some actual content today.

We need to talk about Beth Ditto.

I was not all into the Gossip the first time I heard them or laid eyes on her.

That was until I started seeing pictures of Ms Ditto doing crazy things, being *OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO* in her drawers on stage etc.

She won me over.

The fact is, I love people who are working what they've got.

I love her because she is not fly all the time and she seems (granted I don't know her personally but in general she seems fine with that fact.

Unlike a lot of young celebrities instead of coming out apologizing for being nutty or fat or showing her panty clad fat ass, she just kept on doing it.

I love that.

I also love the fact that she wears whatever the fuck she wants to.

This is how I want to spend the remainder of my life.

Wearing whatever the fuck crazy shit I wanna and ROCKING IT.

Say it with me..ROCKING IT.

Now when I say that, don't take that to mean I necessarily will look good to you or your uncle. If it looks good to me and I stop for a minute and think OH FUCK YES. That means ROCKING IT has been achieved.

For instance todays outfit (I will have Uniballer take pics when I get home) is an odd one.

I have this bright red vintage sun dress I got at Goodwill YONKS ago. I bought it for the color and the lettuce hem. However the booby area is way too small, like when I tried it on my boobs almost exploded it too small. So I cut off the top part where there was binding and now I wear it as a kick ass over skirt of varying lengths.

Sometimes I wear it with a full length black broomstick skirt underneath, sometimes as a shorter skirt over a mid length vintage slip. Today I am wearing it long on it's own which was a last minute thing because the power went out in my neighborhood as I was getting ready for work and I couldn't find any lotion, okay digression here but how is it I have eleventymillion kinds of skin moisturizing things but couldn't find fucking 1?, back on topic, so no lotion and my legs were ashy so I rolled down the top and it's now full length.

The sole reason I love this skirt is the bright tomato-y red it is. The fabric is that weird mid/late 70's poly with a bit o stretch. And it wrinkles like a mother fucker but I still love it.

This my homies is ROCKING IT.

Fly your freak flag proudly.

And OMG YAY Integgy I love love LOVE that you are a Detrivore fan now. This is awesome.

So tomorrow sexytimes advice for two fine folks. Also Thursday some fat fathions re my Moratorium on pants that is semi lifted and I will show you guys what is inspiring me for fall right now.

Um.

Okay I think that's it.

Homo Out.

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And one more time.

Sexytimes advice this week swearsies my friends.

Posting is indeed light, I'm doing some weird brain thing right now where my thoughts are a little too far into other writing and whatnot. I'm working on balancing things out.

In other news over the weekend while I wasn't really near my computer much I got some amusing troll messages.

One message alerted me to the fact that the audacity of having a paypal button I am in effect begging and stealing from people. Clearly this person knows from their learnings that I make vast amounts of money blogging and it's a terrible thing.

Uh huh.

For the record as far as "profit" goes I have probably made less than ten dollars with this blog during any of my sporadic internets big pimping money making attempts in seven years. What a silly thing to do. Why would a person spend a good twenty or thirty minutes reading, then go to the form just to say that?

Really?

How silly.

The other gem (why is there such a dearth of intelligent or reasonable trolls?) was sparked by an old entry that I can't find now where I explained the flaw in the reasoning that fat has nothing to do with genetics etc. I believe it was sparked by the assertion by some jackass that I was "blaming my fat" on genetics solely.

The ever so concerned troll apparently does not understand the correlation between many things about a persons physical body and genetic traits.

Oh no wait here's the entry click here to play along.

Now I have yet to find anyone who would disagree that things like eye color, hair color and texture, hell even the timbre of a voice can be somehow linked to genetic traits.

How is it at all reasonable to exclude body shape and size from that equation?

Why is it that almost everytime I see this issue in a fat hat/fear/etc argument any common sense someone might have had goes right out the fucking window?

Similarly, in FA circles I have never ever seen the cries of OMG everyone should be faaaaaaaaaaaaaat as many anti FA/fat/whatever folks seem to claim all the time.

Nor have I seen people (for the most part though I'm sure at some point it happens) hating on not fat people.

Disliking the cultural imperative that deems everyone must look fit (as in be thin) is not hating thin people.

For fuck sake man, how hard is it?

I suppose a big part of my frustration when it comes to talking about bodies and weight with a lot of people is the assumption that humanity is a physiological monolith and everyone must have the same values and opinions about health. Not to mention the ideas that what is awesome and fantastic for you must be fantastic and awesome for everyone.

The whole issue of health as a moral imperative is a whole other fucking thing.

I just don't understand that whole mindset.

I hope I never will understand it to tell you the truth.

I have decided I'm not devoting any more time or energy to trying to figure these things out. That in and of itself is a difficult thing for me because it's my nature to want to figure out why but, I'm going to work on that.

In other news.

Somehow I won a subscription to some supposed health magazine but predictably being that it is geared toward women almost every article is about some new fabulous way of losing weight, looking younger or other things I'm not much interested in.

However what is interesting is that despite the handfull of "miracle" diets they pimp monthly there is rarely a word about any kind of cautions.

I also find it amusing that their idea of healthy and affordable equals (at least in my neck of the woods) about 15$ a meal. Which is a lot for my household, not even factoring in the fact that I would have to leave my neighborhood all together and go traveling on the bus to find a good many of hte things that are "must haves".

I tend to take a lot of those eat this instead of this things with a huge grain of salt.

If you've paid attention over the last twenty years or so, like clockwork entire food groups and types of food are demonized for awhile then someone comes out and says something like, oh wait it's not that bad.

Milk, eggs, various kinds of meat, corn, etc.

The one thing this month that caught my attention was the promise that if you did any of several things you'd lose weight without even trying so said the hype.

The first was walking. I have been walking anywhere between 2-6 miles a day for the last four years and have not lost any great amount of weight.

I haven't been a regular soda or other sugary evil drink drinker in probably ten years and yeah not lost a great amount of weight.

I find these kinds of things terribly misleading. And potentially harmful to people who have special dietary needs, sensitive stomachs, bad knees or backs. I really don't like it and am going to spend some time with the magazines I've gotten and write those folks a good long letter.

I think that's about it my darlings. How about you show me some links and pictures. Show me what's new and fabulous in your lives.

Pets, boobs, boy ass, shoes, purses whatever.

MCCN did hotmail eat my email again? I think it hates me I might try sending from my back up email address.

And sexytimes advice soon.

OH wait, wait. I've been doing some serious writing work and I've dipped my toe into trying some magical realism. If you'd like to read an unedited raw story I did last week feel free to download it here.

Now you all will excuse me I'm having some back spasms and am going to stretch a little and try not to throw myself down the stairs.

Homo Out.

Ah crap note to self reinstall grease monkey mmkay.

PS..I'm trying to get a functional mobile version of my feed going as well as some other neat stuff. Stay tuned.

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NO U!

I know posting has been light. Mainly because I've been in other writing overdrive.

I've also been very in my head in a thinky sort of manner.

I realized something recently as I had to slow my pace walking up a bit of an incline due to pain in my knee areas that I have unconsciously been pushing my limits in ways that are not good for me.

I have a problem with this.

I have had this similar kind of problem since I was a teenager.

It's a huge challenge for me to separate what is healthy and normal and what could be pathological and potentially dangerous when it comes to exercise.

I forget how to listen carefully to my body and pay attention when it says bitch stop.

There is a disconnect going on and it takes a lot of work and energy on my part to mend it before I fuck myself up.

I have to continually remind myself in stern terms not to be such a fucking dick to myself. Not to blame myself when my knees are hurting or my back hurts. I have to remind myself that while I may be mighty I am not unbreakable and breaking myself is just a shitty thing to do.

Also (I will probably talk more about this in particular at some later date) spiritually it is not at all awesome for me to be treating myself like a punching bag metaphorically speaking. Not at all.

It is of utmost importance to treat my body like the sacred thing it is. It is a temporary home but goddamn it I need to make sure my roof ain't leaking? You know?

To that end. I am going to take a few minutes when I get home and have a nice chat with myself. Possibly if I'm not in too much pain spend some time dancing.

In other news.

I have some awesome sexytimes advice for a special homie.

I am also working on what may potentially be a small anthology of my own brain spew to put out on Lulu.

Um.

Also, I am seriously trying to work up the courage to go get my first professional pedicure. I have a serious thing with people, especially strangers touching my feet. But I would like my toenails to look cute since I have some cute sandals and am not great at doing my own toes.

I seriously curled my toes in my shoes thinking about it. I am freaked out.

Ummmmm...anything else?

Okay yeah my head is not in the game my friends. I've got writing to do and whatnot.

So remember, I love you my homies. Be nice to yourselves even when you know you're being a douche.

Homo Out.

Tags: annoyed fat girl, random, afrosphere

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