Holy Crap.

So first of all before I start frothing about the first time I've ever enjoyed a majority of the new line from Torrid I want to talk about something I saw Zuzu say.

"Call me crazy, call me a Republican ex-gay anti-feminist trying-to-pass-for-white-South-African, but I think a social-justice movement has better things to do than root out Impure Thoughts. And I think it has a lot better things to do than to deny its members agency."

That is very much how I feel about almost any movement I may or may not get involved with. Like a few other people I seriously take issue with the stance that no one can do something, because that's just how it is. It chaps my round and perky arse.

Yes, I said round and perky. My black trousers from Torrid make the booty look damn good.

OK.

Did I not earlier this summer (don't ask when I can't recall( talk about my want of trousers and other boy style clothes? What did I find in my email today from Torrid? Trousers and boy style clothes. I am going to have to srsly save up because there are a buttload of new pieces I want.

My torrid wishlist is about to blow up people. Srsly.

Also can we talk about the gorgeous big burly butch I saw earlier today? If you're new here let me tellz you internetz, I have got a big weakness for a big gentlemanly butch. And this one lit my smoke while I was juggling my purse and other crap looking for my lighter. Then winked at me and sauntered away. If I were wearing panties they would've melted clean off.

What else?

Actually not much my day has just gotten a hell of a lot stranger.

Homo Out.

Tags: fat fashion, WTF, nattering

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Breathe Deep.......FIRE.

Ok I have some things to talk about.

I finally got some sleep. And I am drinking a huge cup of tasty iced coffee. The only iced coffee drink I like is a vente (that's 20 oz for you coffee noobs) iced Americano with a half shot of vanilla. That's it.

Now that I am breathing, I am caffineated, I am prepared to quote the goat from Hoodwinked.

Fat girls, yes I am talking to you ladies. We need to talk.

You know I love you right? Of course I do. I want you to be healthy and happy. What I am not digging however is the number of you getting your hate on. You know who you are.

I watched a bit of Joy Nash's Fat Rant on Youtube (no links, if you can't google that you need a new hobby) and I watched some of the response videos. If I see one more cutie pie double chinned diva start out with the sentiment that "I'm SO tired of skinny girls" or the like. Mama is going to hand out some whoopings.

This is not ok behaviour. It is not cute, it is not the stance of an empowered enlightened fully functional woman. This my loves, is douche baggery. As we ALL should know by now that feeling good about yourself does not mean you get to run rampant being an asshole. And yes, it counts as being an asshole.

Regardless of your weight putting other people down is not a good thing to do. Also really, you're not helping the cause when you do that. Especially if you're working any sort of Size Acceptance angle. Size acceptance does not mean only the people your size it means everyone.

Can we agree that being a dickhead is just not going to cut it?

Next up.

The pink thing. I read about this via Ms. Sara over at F-Words, there is some study that says that women prefer pink. Read that at Reuters here. For the record, I personally have never been a lover of pink. Even as a little girl the only pink things I loved were my Strawberry Shortcake dolls and my Strawberry Shortcake record player. And I really don't care about this issue.

Actually let me restate that, I don't see why it's important to spend money on. I don't know how it works in the UK but in the US people get grants for this sort of thing. I really don't give a good goddamn who prefers what color and why. Really I don't, aren't there like 9 million other more important things a person could study?

I'm no expert but that seems silly to me. And then to debate it seems, yes silly.

I totally blame the lovely Ms Rotund for this next thing. I blame her entirely. I blame her for enabling me to get all addicted to Polyvore. You can make little photo collages of outfits and I fucking love it. Go look at some of mine. I think I like it even more than I like Stylehive and you all know how much I love Stylehive.

I find it even more amusing since one of my sets got a comment of "eww" from some random person. That made me giggle.

So go look at that and behold how I would dress if it weren't for things like weather, finances and whatnot.

Hrm.

I was going to talk about underwear but I suddenly don't really feel like it since I'm not actually wearing any.

OH wait I bought some stuff from the enormo Torrid sale going on right now. I am going to HAVE PANTS. I'm excited. And since One Hung Low (also known as the Uniballer) found my old semi crapass digital camera there may be photographic evidence of me wearing butt covers. Maybe.

I think that's about it for right now.

Homo Out.

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Holy good lord.

So my Myspace got spoofed however it was a little fortuitous because I got to send Mr. Stahl a wee note that I am excited about reading his new book. That's a good thing. Also strange timing since I'm rereading Permanent Midnight.

Oh good LORD sucked into the myspace again.

Oops.

Forgot what I was going to say.

Also (I'm putting it here and my LJ so I make myself fucking do it)

I'm working on an essay to submit to Nerve. It's about my habit of having hysterical laughter after having gigantic orgasms. Well not hysterical but the sort of giggling that makes you choke, especially when you're already winded from orgasming like fucking Zeus throwing down the thunder.

I also have to confess that I've been perving on this slightly butchy girl I see on the bus fairly freqeuntly. She's solid and tall and has these almost beefy arms that I like to imagine doing things. Naked sweaty things.

What else?

Oh right I'm updating because I'm at work and this is what I do. Why can I not fucking spell all of a sudden?

Anyhow. This essay is just, ugh. I'm really not enjoying trying this whole non-fiction thing. I can spin a yarn but I'm very critical when it comes to the truth.

Bloody hell.

This month I'm working a buttload of overtime in the hopes that I can not only catch up on a few bills but maybe buy myself something fancy and treat One Hung Low to some fancy birthday celebrating followed by loud monkey sex.

I think I'm about out of steam over here. I need more tea (jasmine green for the win) and maybe some sort of crackery treat.

Fabulous how specific I am no?

Homo Out.

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Let me tell you Internetz.

Let me tells you internetz, having cute hair is hard. HARD I say.

I finally successfully gave myself a cute rollerset without using heat. WOOT. Mainly because I was too nappish on Sunday to do a proper one and sit under my dryer.

But I was a bit thwarted by the wind and the lack of styling product.

However I still love my big curly friggin hair. I will try to get a photo tonight however I promise nothing because last time I tried to use my webcam it was being a fucker of high rank.

In other news I really want to try and make this petticoat style skirt. Cute and if I get good at them I can try to make some in warm fabrics for ze winter.

What else?

Riiight my nails look hot and discoball. I had to cut them so they are short and square-ish, black with opalescent sparkles. GLITTER.

Also my adorable drop waist black dress with the flirty tattered fishnet fairy hem arrived this past weekend and it is made of win. I will have to be careful what bra I wear with it so I don't wind up dumping the D Cups O doom out of it but still. I also have a very adorable grey velvet girly shrug thing I bought on Fatshionista ages ago and have yet to wear.

If you're new to the show here I am an avid lover of thrifting. I stalk auctions, thrift stores, livejournal and all over scouring for good deals on things I like. Mainly because a LOT of stuff I see in stores I Do. Not. Want.

Since finances have been better I believe I am going to spend this weeks mad money on more make up. Why? Because as I've mentioned before I am a freaking make up whore. I need an intervention.

Actually I really should buy a new pair of flats. The ones I'm wearing have about had the proverbial weenie. They are uncomfortable now even if they are still cute. Note to self do not buy Torrid shoes anymore.

OMFG I have been on the phone with the same fucking person for over 40 minutes all because I am teh SUPA tech and they cannot use their email correctly. And I have to fucking pee so bad. SO BAD.

I feel really bad for that lady her "tech" knows nothing including how to use Gmail and follow simple instructions.

Bloody hell.

I finally got to pee and got some cookies so hopefully my low blood sugar/super full bladder cranky will abate some.

Holy Weeping Jay-sus Batman.

Cookies have been eating, stabby is fading.

Where was I?

I have no idea.

I think I'm about spent. I am going to walk around a little my back is killing me today. I think it hates me. Would someone like to rip it out and beat me to death with it? I"d be down for that.

Homo Out.

Tags: hair love, clothes, random, nattering

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Monday Monday Monday

So it's totally a Monday today. My bus was super late then had a ten minute stop because of an electrical problem.

However it's not all bad. Monk has a new podcast up that I will probably listen to later.

And Cuteoverload brought it with the Puppy asleep in a tub. that is so fucking cute I shit cotton balls.

No seriously follow the trail then ya know, bring me coffee and pie.

Everyone should also go check out what I've been listening to lately. See that here.

What else?

I did not do any sort of pretty making over the weekend. It was actually kind of a chore to treat my hair so whatever. My skin is really mad at me for neglecting it but I'm so tired I kinda laugh and say, "YEAH screw you too."

I'm still loving my organic goatmilk soap though that shit is pretty damn cool.

I'm thinking more and more lately it's time to integrate with the wordpress. Seriously I think maybe I should just integrate my beauty blog with my regular blog and blogger can suck a dick.

Actually yeah I should look into that.

What else?

Not much actually except I think I found a method of doing synth dreads that I can actually do. I would be really excited about that. It's not the Hair Police method but whatever. I do not have that kind of cash or travel budget.

I'm thinking a head full of wrapped black and purple dreads would be fucking cool.

I think that's all for now I'm freaking tired and my tummy is kind of upset.

Homo Out.

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Oi

So the Ebola is finally starting to clear enough that I feel mostly human. Mostly.

So while I'm sitting here naked as a jaybird (where the hell does that saying come from anyway?) what I'm thinking is how is it that I have champagne and Oj in the fridge and I'm not drinking mimosas?

Should probably not get drunk.

So instead I just bought myself some make up brushes to use along with my pigments from M.A.C and Fyrinnae. I didn't get full sized full price anything just some samples to play with.

I really need to go underwear shopping note to self.

I think I'm spent brain hurts.

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Talking down the Black Dog

I'm sitting here listening to Patsy Cline croon about Walkin after midnight and I'm trying to keep my decent mood intact. I am crooning a tenor along with her. My mood is mostly made wibbly by the fact that I'm so damn sore. That low level constant joint tenderness wears a person down.

Wow mood has been improved. I just bought a very nice total outfit for 6$. Hot damn.

And I am still investigating the whole migrating to Wordpress thing. It's proving a little more complicated than I thought.So yeah.

The outfit is a spring outfit but fuck it. I'll be ready for being cute when it warms up some.

So yeah holy crap.

I also need to find some gel insoles for my shoes. That is next on the list.

And now it's time for tea. Hojicha and some cookies.

Homo Out.

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