Hello–how are you doing? Do you have a reaction to the word diet? For me, it’s a bad word. It hurts. This anarchist bunny doesn’t like it either. Riots not diets! Even through the denotation is neutral, the connotation of “diet” is painfully negative. That has to do with how I’ve been treated in culture… Read More »
I was lying in bed with Ming–he was sleeping. Suddenly, it hit me–a fat fantasy. Wow! I was so excited I almost woke Ming up. clinic for fat people What if there was a clinic for fat people. The clinic would specialize in the health of fat people, and be extra good at issues that… Read More »
I rapped a new song. It’s about being illegible at the doctor’s office. Medical trauma, respect. Please hear, if you get the chance. It’s called Noncompliant. asemic My friend told me about asemic writing. I was familiar with the concept of illegible, but not the term asemic, or that people like to do this. It… Read More »
When the ultrasound tech squirted the hot slippery stuff on my legs, it felt like a cat peeing on me. I was lying in the half-dark, trusting her. I’d asked Ming if it was going to hurt, and he said no. But one of the first things the tech told me was it was going… Read More »
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 »
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 »
Hey, what do you think? It’s September. My life feels like a patch of briars. I’m trying to get comfortable. Unfortunately, I’m made of human being. I brush past the cat’s claw acacia and find out why it’s called that, as thorns catch my clothes. Oops, I liked those clothes. I keep listening to this… Read More »