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heavy

Hey, I would like to express a preference to you.  It’s that you don’t use heavy to mean bad.  I don’t want to be language policey, but it hurts me.  Thanks for considering. Heavy can be really good, like me.  This is my body–I love my body, and if you don’t, that’s ok.  But please… Read More »

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snail poem

There’s a poem I taught long ago, when I taught university, that blew the minds of my poetry students.  Was I a jerk, to assign this poem?  Who knows.  Well, you couldn’t say it was boring.  I think of it as the snail poem, but it’s actually “The Connoisseuse of Slugs” by Sharon Olds. If… Read More »

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amazing ritual

We did an amazing ritual the other night.  It was the night of the day we went to Gilcrease for pumpkin picking with UU friends.  I didn’t actually pick a pumpkin, but Ming did.  Here’s me holding his pumpkin by the car. I roamed the place by myself, for a satisfying morning walk.  Felt good… Read More »

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fat folks tarot

Oh hey, something exciting happened.  My good friend Ariel said I can use her name in my blog.  Wow!  Thank you, Ariel.  Another exciting thing is my Fat Folks Tarot deck arrived, a gift from two good friends who live elsewhere.  What a supportive, kind gift to nourish my well-being.  I was so happy.  I… Read More »

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my body

“There must be something normal about my body.  I just gotta find what it is,” I told Ming.  I was laughing. “I’m a pretty normal height,” I said.  “I really like my height!”  Ponder ponder ponder.  “My eyes!  Brown is a normal eye color, right?”  Ponder ponder. I considered my fingernails.  Nope, they are strangely… Read More »

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disabled eating

Oh hey, how are you doing?  I made a cookzine while back about disabled eating.  It was called Please Pass the Plants 2: disabled eating.  Did you ever read it?  Let me know if you need a copy! I made this dal recently that was a great example of disabled eating, how I did it… Read More »

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qigong

This blog post is formed as a letter addressing my friend who teaches qigong.  I thought it might have a broader appeal, talking about health, therapeutic relationship, fatness, and grief.  I don’t go into how qigong helps me feel amazing–my body feels free and loose, almost magical, humming with goodness.  Another time I will explain… Read More »

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sausage

“Do you want me to wrap your sausage in a tortilla?” I asked Ming.  Oh my.  He just got up, and I’d cooked two veg sausages while he was still sleeping. “Uh, I don’t know,” he said. He ended up eating his sausage just on a fork, standing in the kitchen, still waking up.  His… Read More »

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Sister Megan

Sister Megan died a few days ago.  She was an important figure in my life, though we never met in person.  We spoke on the phone, and there were a few emails.  She was 91. She was a very dear nun activist, beloved by so many.  Ming knew her because she helped run Nevada Desert… Read More »

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sacred time

“I never thought of detox as a sacred time,” Ming said.  He’d just read my blog post about detox and the Las Vegas Radical Mental Health Collective dance party. “Yeah, I think it is,” I said.  “Doing something different, for a good reason.  Kind of like being pregnant.  There could be suffering, but it has… Read More »