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bad girls

It was early morning; Ming was still waking up.  I didn’t want annoy him, so when a song began to play, I asked, “Is this ok?”  It was Bad Girls by MIA. He danced a little bit, to indicate he liked the song. “Oh, you’re a dance slut,” I said.  “You would dance to anything. … Read More »

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parking lots

Hey, the song of the day is Burn It Down.  Hope you like it. Ming wanted to hear it, and he danced so cutely, this morning.  He asked for the song about Rodney Coronado, and I didn’t know what he was talking about.  But when I searched for Burn It Down, I was like–oh!  Yeah,… Read More »

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fat party

“Uoooooh!” I said. “What?” Ming asked. “I’m invited to this holiday party over zoom, for fat girls.  I’m not a girl, but I am fat.  I’m a ‘fat girl,’ in a sense.” Ming was writing something down, sitting in the half-dark with me.  “Hahahaha!  I just put that in quotes.  Look at me.  I’m a… Read More »

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fat hiker

I love being myself, so I love being a fat hiker.  Walking on desert ground and seeing those amazing plants that heal my soul.  Seeing rocks, trash, sky, clouds.  Hearing quiet.  Feeling wind and warmth. Moving through space a lot–pausing to stretch or dance and get my wiggles out.  Pausing to take a photo or… Read More »

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fat is ok

This morning on our walk, I said good morning to the weird new guy on the corner like usual.  And I waved.  He slightly smiled and waved back.  I was surprised and very happy; always before, I said good morning and he just looked at me weird.  This is a huge victory!  Oh, to be… Read More »

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fat dance

It was a weird-ass Halloween.  I finally talked to my friend who’s back in prison.  He’d been calling me, but I missed his calls.  Usually my ringer is off–I only turn it on for specific reasons. So I was looking at my phone and saw that call, from that area code.  I hadn’t heard my… Read More »

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newed with the newiest new

ice cream experiment I tried making ice cream, in a coffee mug.  I combined pomegranate juice with half & half.  Then I let it sit in the freezer for an hour or so.  Stirred it.  Let it sit in the freezer for 40 minutes or so.  Stirred it.  Another hour or so.  Stirred it. It’s… Read More »

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how to be respected

I’ve been afraid to say some things in my writing because it can be vulnerable, and when I’m responded to with judgment, cruelty, disrespect, and lack of understanding, it hurts. I have certain disadvantages, as a fat crazy woman, and the world treats me in certain ways.  When I’m disrespected, that’s pretty normal for me. … Read More »

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listy Laura-Marie

I was telling Ming how I had two thank you notes I was supposed to write, my only two things for the day, and didn’t get to them.  Wtf!  Why is it so hard to do the things I need to do?  I do lots of other things. I don’t want to be a jerk… Read More »

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trash is beautiful

Hey, did you know I’m fat and against fascism?  Probably you noticed. My trike wheel is in the shop, supposed to be done Friday.  We went for a walk out of desperation.  “Walking seems so slow and the incorrect ratio of work to travel,” I told Ming.  “I wish I could trike everywhere!” But the… Read More »