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things we’re not supposed to talk about

“Hey, dear.  My asshole feels burning, sort of like I ate a hot chile.  Is that ok?” I asked Ming. “Yeah,” he said. “Only I didn’t eat a hot chile.  Maybe it’s from when I had diarrhea, previous night.  Did that ever happen to you?” I asked “Yeah,” he said. “Oh, but you always eat… Read More »

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fat zine archive

Hello, how are you doing?  Hopefully enjoying life, finding moments of intense pleasure within stress and heartache, like delicious bright blueberries in the muffin of existence.  I hope you’re loving yourself however you are today, a valuable miracle of survival.  I want to tell you about this fat zine archive that some people I admire… Read More »

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feel your feelings

I ponder the damage done in the world by people who hate themselves.  Mostly because they don’t feel their feelings. “I think people hate themselves because they do bad behaviors.  And they do bad behaviors because they don’t let themselves feel their feelings,” I told Ming.  “And that makes them do more bad behaviors.” luxury… Read More »

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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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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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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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detox

Oh hey, I’m doing a detox, suffering from withdrawal from a part of my life I need to leave behind.  I need two weeks and I will feel better.  As for now, it’s time to feel like puking. This art I already partly showed you is here above my desk where I can look at… Read More »

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heal the body

I made a new triptych.  It’s called heal the body. It was fun to make this art, to see the process through.  I painted the cardstock yellow with a lil orange in the morning.  It’s on a box from a package of frozen rice that Ming likes. I’d been thinking about rest, nurturing, and the… Read More »

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tarot

I always was intrigued by tarot cards and bought a deck for myself when I was young.  It was The Mythic Tarot.  I like mythology, so I thought this would be a good deck for me. I put it in a carved wooden box an ex gave to me.  It came with a book about… Read More »