Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Happy Fatty.

Thanksgiving isn't really my bag. I am going to stay in my jammies, hang out with Uniballer and eat pie.

So i want to talk about other stuff.

First I have to tell you a story.

I knew these two women a long time ago, two very different women. One thin one fat. I never introduced them to each other but I think of both of them at the same time when the mood strikes.

They both had one major thing in common. They were appalled and angry that I had good self esteem at the time. I was actually a bit heavier then than I am now. Probably by a good 20-25 pounds, had the most adorable hair cut ever and felt like I was the Sparkly Special hotness to the person that counts, myself.

I've actually encountered this more than I'd like to say in my life. People who are so miserable themselves, that they have been angry with me, who is in their eyes so fantastically unacceptible (fat) that I should not, EVER be happy about it.

Every time I hear that sentiment my initial reaction is, yes you got it a big ole middle finger.

If you are the kind of person who seriously begrudges another human being their happiness, fuck you running.

Life is goddamn hard enough as I think we all know. No matter what the size and state of your ass is, there is a lot to worry about day to day.

This is fuckery with which I will not put up.

Don't be mad at my fat ass because I enjoy myself, for myself. Don't be mad because I am not taking the haters and bullshit to heart.

Fuck that.

Quite frankly if you are already a miserable mother fucker, it is not my fault.

I am sorry that you are miserable but i will not take responsibility for it, nor will I allow anyone to rub that all over me because they think they can and that I should be miserable too.

At a loss?

Here is what you do, this is what I do to reinforce myself against the bullshit.

1.) Stand up, no do it right now. Or if you can't stand up sit up. Raise your dominant hand, crank up your middle finger. Because quite frankly fuck it. Whatever it is, fuck it.

2.) Get a theme song. No I'm not kidding. This is going to be your soundtrack. it will play in your head according to your mood. See the following videos.

This plays in my head some mornings. Straight out of bed, when I am getting ready for work. It's motivational.

When I am feeling a little I will knock you the fuck out feeling. It's this one.


When I am getting my sexy on, when I am in the mood to strut. Yes I DO this sometimes. This silly ass song has got the perfect beat.

Maybe this is an artifact of me being a highly musical person. But my theme songs ALWAYS make me feel better if I'm not feeling awesome.

3.) Spend a little time doing something absurd. If you take yourself too seriously you are probably going to feel crappy. Laugh at yourself. My usual absurdity of choice is random booty shaking to silly music, or just because I feel like it. I'm not talking about skilled ZOMFG AWESOME dancing, nope. You don't even need any rhythm and I won't laugh. Find music you like, wiggle hind quarters and the rest will follow. do it with your children, do it with your lover, do it with your friends. Have a happy dance that you will bust out when the mood strikes.

4.) Take yourself on a date occasionally. go out or stay in, but spend some time loving yourself. Maybe that involves some fine chocolates, wine and a nap. Maybe a long bath, a good book and a nap. Maybe you just want to get yourself drunk and take advantage of yourself. If you are going to be nice to someone, be nice to yourself.

5.) Do not be afraid of or ashamed of your hotness. If you are wearing an outfit that you feel like you are the Hot. Motherfucking. Sex in. WORK IT. Do not be embarassed if people don't like it. Do not be ashamed if someone says it's clashy and makes your belly look big. Fuck em. Hold your head up, shoulders back and work it. Another video interlude but follow these instructions:

You get me? Put a switch in those hips.

6.) Breath, love, laugh. Laugh a lot. Laugh because it's all fucked up. Laugh because people are fucking assholes. Laugh because you still can.

I will leave you with more video inspiration.

So in conclusion.

I love you. You love you. Go forth, shake your ass, laugh until you have to hobble to the bathroom or pee yourself. Fall of your couch laughing, snorf beer all over. Be happy. Be healthy as you can be. But most of all, stay your beautiful fabulous selves.

Your Sparkly Fat Ass Homo.


Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Words and coffee.

So I have an official youtube channel now. There is only one video so far, I had to dumb down and use the simplest slideshow to video software I could find. See that here.

And feel free to be my friend on the youtube, subscribe. Point and laugh.

The plan is that until uniballer and I figure out a good way of filming that doesn't involve me throwing a temper tantrum, I'll be doing some slideshow tutorials. The first one is a henna tutorial. I'm going to finish processing the pictures tonight and put it up tomorrow I think.

Have I talked about my new glasses? See them here. They aren't here yet but I am super excited.


Right o.

How about some Tuesday T.M.I?

1. What is your favorite Thanksgiving food? Pie.

2. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be? Um..I actually wouldn't wipe anything out. Whatever it is, it might not rev me up but someone digs it.

3. You seem to be having an excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy crap, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it? It depends on the day. I might hoard it for later enjoyment or, have a fabulous meal. However right this instant I would buy some awesome shoes.

4. What is your favorite curse word? Fuck.

5. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there? Um, if I didn't have to come back I would probably go on a time space breaching fuck fest across history.

Bonus (as in optional):You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What's it gonna be? Um, I think I would have to go for either flight or being able to explode people's heads a la Scanners.

We all know that I adore seeing photos of people. Over at Men In Full there are some really adorable pictures of a happy looking couple that made me smile.

Von Livid posted some amazing pictures of Grace Jones over at House of Bias. You have no idea how much I love Grace Jones. I remember being a little kid and trying to suntan my way to her dark beautiful skin tone.

Ah memories.

I've been waxing nostalgiac about my childhood lusts for awhile.

Back to Nanowrimo.

Also remember my darlings, anytime is a good time for pie.

Homo Out.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

I am not Afraid.

There are many things in life I fear.

I have an abject and physical terror of slugs.

Also the sound of breaking glass can bring about a dread fear and near tears.

What I am not afraid of is myself. I am not afraid of how I present myself to the world and how the world at large might react.

I am not afraid to say fuck in mixed company.

I am not afraid to be strange and occasionally plain freakish.

i am not afraid because, it's not necessary and life is hard enough.

I'm not afraid that you might hate me.

See Katt Williams for my feelings on that.

I am not afraid because I am fragile.

I am not afraid because I am breakable and a squishy human.

I am not afraid because I am not alone.

I am not afraid because I can be alone and that is fine.

Will be back to regular blogging activities soon.

Nanowrimo is eating my soul.

Homo Out.


Monday, November 17, 2008

Wandering brain waves.

So I know the blogging has been light I blame nanowrimo entirely.

I've been quietly reading some of the various skirmishes in the Fat communities and several things pop right out at me.

Personally I think some of it boils down to a few root problems.

I think that there are some people who view these fat communities (whichever one is your flavor) as being 'safe space' thus they are sacrosanct and everyone is playing by the same set of rules.

Clearly this is not so.

We all know by now that I myself, me personally (again I am not Queen Fat of all Fatassia) don't really like the whole idea of safe space. I think a space can be supportive and wonderful and give you a happy in your brain place however, I do think that safe space can over coddle us to the point where functioning and transitioning into a outside the internet activist can be stunted.

Now when it comes to Fatshionista in particular I went back and forth about posting outfits there. Now generally speaking I just don't. Mainly because it's really difficult not to be rude when people make assy comments.

Those nit picky, your camera/picture taking ability/area you take the picture in sucks so I won't give an opinion passive aggressive bullshit.

Granted there isn't a lot of that but I have a very limited capacity to deal with it even in small doses.

Also, a lot of the time Fatshionista at large seems to lack a sense of humour about the fatshions. My last outfit post I made specific mention of being rumpled after a two hour commute most of which was spent on a bus and people felt the need to point it out anyway. That kind of I won't read what you said but comment annoys me.

Also if I see one more persons outfit called juvenile I'm going to holler.

I don['t have much use for the "rules" of fashion one way or another. As we all know (and if you're new) I have a kind of sometimes absurd fashion sense that is awesome.

Also the constant chorus of better bra, better bra. What if your bra is just fine and you just don't feel the necessity of making sure your boobs are always up and perky? That has to be one of my least favorite bits of "constructive criticism" ever. Boobs do not always h ave to be symmetrical and perky.

So yeah. I still enjoy the community in spirit and some of the posters I find to be made of awesome but more often than not I skip reading the comments, make my comment and run. If I really wanna post outfits I will do it in my personal LJ. That way I won't get myself banned by calling someone a fucking dick.

I don['t know what changed. When I first joined Fats it seemed like there was more room for a more diverse aesthetic and not so much fashionz is srs bizness.

I think also my viewpoint has changed a bit. I am simply disinterested in mainstream fashion entirely. Which I've only just (I know I know how slow can I be) realized. I don't care what the rules are. I love Tim Gunn but we would have one hell of a bitch fight if he threw away some of my treasured silly goth frippery. There would be tears and probably some cat fighting.

That said, I am interested in seeing other people whos fashion insterest is different than mine, rocking the fuck out of their clothes. Yes I do. Yes I might really hate one thing, but it does make me happy to see someone feeling fat and sassy and awesome rocking what they are wearing.

So yeah.

Did I have a fucking point?

I totally did but I've lost it now.

Oh no wait right.

My actual point was before the fatshionista digression is that, we are not all playing by the same set of rules in the fat community.

For instance.

In many places along the Fatosphere highway, there are things that are not to be discussed. We all know this.

There are people who may or may not approve your comments.

There are people who do not like to be disagreed with.

That's fine.

I think sometimes people forget that once you are out of your own sandbox (your blog, forum or whtaever) there might be a divergence of ideas. Having one thing in common does not necessarily mean we are all going to have the same opinions.

For instance, this is my sandbox.

You can disagree with me, you can talk about your diet as in what you eat on a daily basis or your diet as in what is shrinking your ass.

My only rule is don't be a douchebag, and if you are going to be a douchebag or troll don't think you won't get called on it. I have only ever deleted two comments in the what's it been something like 6 years I've been keeping an online journal on the internets.

The first case was way back in my diary-x days and a crush had left her very personal info in my comments by mistake and I deleted it as soon as I'd gotten said info.

The second was some weird internet pharmacy potentional spyware shit that I didn't want my readers to click accidentally.

I've never deleted another comment.

Incidentally I sometimes think that's why it's rare that I get trolled in a public manner. It's just not fun.

That said. If you absolutely have to troll I can't p0romise I'll be so upset I'll delete and flounce off of the intertubes in a butthurt way, I might make fun of you (use spell check), I might dissect what you say. I might ignore it.

Um yeah I am procrastinating something awful today.

For the latest excerpt from the epic smutfest that is my nanowrimo novella see here at my lj.

Keep an eye out for my first hair related tutorial to go on the Cheekan. (You are totally supposed to say that out loud with some happy glee like in that The Fifth element, if you've seen it you know eactly what I'm talking about), it is going to be epic so it's going to take some work. EPIC.


Also some new make up pics coming soon.

Now back to the salt mines.

And I still love you guys.

Homo Out.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

A few things.

First and foremost please pass this along I've seen it on my reader and my lj.

Duanna Johnson’s Funeral–DONATIONS NEEDED
Apologies for the caps, but this is urgent.

The balance for Duanna Johnson’s funeral is $1195 and the funeral home is requiring Mrs. Skinner (Duanna’s mother) to pay it by tomorrow (11/14). The cost is a hardship, so we are asking anyone who can to donate. Please send any donations to:
N.J. Ford and Sons Funeral Home
12 S Parkway W
Memphis, TN 38109

If you want any clarification from NJ Ford, here is their contact number: (901) 948-7755.

Please forward this to as many people as you can!! Thanks!

Duanna Johnson was the transwoman first beaten by police then murdered later on. how fucking horrifying.

Sorry to start on a downer there but I feel that is important.

Don't read the comments on the news story.

While I'm dealing in sanity points can I just say what the FUCK Feministing? From what I saw via Bri. Um. What. The. Fuck?

For the record FA has nothing to do with forcing or asking people to find fat people sexually attractive. Fuck whomever you please I don't care.

It IS about not demonizing fat people. It is about doctors and medical professionals not giving fat people shitty care simply because they are fat. It IS about being treated as human beings period.

If the only people you find attractive are size 2 six foot tall blonde's with DD's and no tanlines, I hope you get yourself four of them and get rode hard and put away wet. I really do.

Who you want to get in your pants is your business. As I've said time and again also, have all the biases you wanna have.

If you wanna believe that all fat people are stupid lazy cheeto snorting motherfuckers feel free.

The problem is when that bias then transcends thought and becomes action. That is not ok.

Go read WellRounded's entry here. I seriously aww'd and then went HELL YEAH. Also I can't comment there because my xanga log in doesn't work anymore but, I am glad to be a source of inspiration that is awesome and beautiful.

I was thinking yesterday about a comment I got here yonks ago, or it might've been a reference to something I said on another site while I was getting lampooned. I can't recall.

I remember I was talking about my general eating habits and somebody out in the big Blue Nowhere decided that me saying I have a sweet tooth, meant clearly that all I eat is sweets.

I was reminded of this because Uniballer got me another of those sweet dark chocolate bars that I spent the better part of two days nibbling on. Which in turn set me to thinking about all the general bruhaha on various fat hate/anti fat acceptance sites about what fat people are perceived to eat.

From what I've seen and read the going consensus is that if you are fat, the only reason you are fat is because you stuff yourself with garbage, have questionable ethics, a low IQ, never move or exercise, and probably are a bit of a dick.

Now, I wonder if the same people who often spout this kind of dogma would say the same for someone who is thin but clearly not in shape. Or something who is thin at the grocery store who fills their cart with soda and Little Debbie snacks.

To take it a step further, do these same people vilify disabled people who've gained weight as a result of mobility issues?

IF they are parents do they not feed their children?

Do they say these things to your average Joe standing in line at the Burger King?

I was harassed several times in a McDonald's by different people. What I always found vaguely amusing was that normally if I had time I would get one of their left over apple snacks, or on rare occasions a soft serve cone, have a seat and enjoy.

Now on at least two occasions the person bothering me about being in McDonald's was consuming approximately two to three times what I was.

Pot, hey this kettle and yeah yer black.

What I don't understand is the whole holier than thou thing.

Why is it a good thing to be such an asshole to people you a.)don't know b.) have nothing to do with.

I'm not specifically talking about the internets here. As long as anonymity exists on the internets people are going to go all Internet Tough Guy and talk a lot of shit I don't really care about that.

I'm talking about people who seem to make it their mission to put down the fatties or the whomever is not doing exactly what they want them to do.

Why waste the energy?

If you do actually care in a I love my fellow humans and want them to be healthy, why the hate?

I personally feel like if I want to make a positive impact on something, I don't go at it with a hatchet. Want to pick some flowers? Using a weedhacker might be quick and satisfying but messy and you get flower mush rather than flowers.

You dig?

Am I just that much of a hippy?

Anyway back to the grind.

I have passed 28,000 words. HOLY SHIT.

There's still so much of this story to tell.

Faux memoir is hard.

But, reminiscing is nice.

Also OMG new glasses are imminent and this is mother fucking win.

The glasses I found that I can't show you because I don't have the link saved here but, they are vintagey geeky awesome.

Also awesome, my hair. My hair is the shizz.

Okay now really back to work.

I love you.

No really, yes you. Even you who thinks I am a stupid fat bitch I love you too. I hope you're having a good fall. Stay warm and dry my homies and haters.

Homo Out.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

So much to be said.

I have a lot of things I want to talk about but, at the same time some of those things are horribly painful for me to discuss and my ability to mitigate my horror and rage is only so good.

So for now I'm going to keep pecking away on what will be a huge entry of doom. I apologize for that bit in advance.

And i will try to break them up into a few seperate entries even though these things all intersect for me.

So first let me (and I really hope you all repost this where ever you can) post this video.

Okay. I am not watching it again because it makes me teary but really, can you argue with that?

Also to induce a smile after the tears watch the trailer for the NYC Sex Bloggers Calender.

This is awesome and I am buying one. Find out more about it here. Awesome.

Also can I just say that the butch hotness I think is Sinclair from Sugarbutch gave me a happy? And I believe there is a shot of Sinclair spanking Rachel Kramer Bussel and um yeah hotness.

Hot. Motherfucking. Ness.

Because I've been ass deep in doing Nanowrimo I've been only skimming blogs and trying to avoid a lot of the more upsetting things going on right now. So I'm going to yammer a little bit about that.

So the main character and narrator of this smutty adventure in sexual coming of age is a fat girl. It's mentioned briefly, and there are other fat and not fat characters. I didn't do this intentionally, I am injecting a lot of my own tastes and sexual peccadilloes, and using some of my own experience as a basis for some of it.

The only thing I'll absolutely confirm is the GSpot girl on girl lovin' that happens in chapter three. That is fairly heavily based on my own first Gspot adventure.

Also some of the characters are not based on former lovers exactly but on some of the people I lusted after terribly when I was younger.

So fair warning, if I have ever harbored a bit of a happy place in my pants for you, I might be thinking of you while writing about dirty dirty things.

Maybe that's a personality flaw? I don't know.

I will probably not make this one available as is for purchase. I am sorely tempted to do a small collection of erotica and self publish it on Lulu for shits and giggles.

I am thinking of course of those Victorian naughty books that circulated amongst rich friends for gossip and titillation purposes. Does anyone aside from me kind of wish that would happen again?


Oh right-o if you would like to have a read of the Gspot scene mentioned above it's posted in my LJ today. See it here. Feel free to comment even if you don't have LJ. I don't mind. If you do have LJ friend away if you so please.

I have an HNT shot planned for this week I just need to take it. I also really need to finish my review of Distorria's awesome new make up Detrivore Cosmetics. I will probably do one more look, maybe something kind of wild like and then off to The Cheekin I go with it. But pre-review I will recommend her highly. Her samples are super inexpensive and her quality is very on par with some of teh higher end loose shadows I've used. And she's branching out into other products.

So get in on it early.

Also randomly I watched some awesoem porn clips last night while trying to finish a bit of the novella that involved a hot Sadist and the main character taking her first ride on a Sybian.

Google that if you don't know what it is but yeah not safe for work unless you work for a porn company or work at home.

Are we caught up my fat homies?

OH and I am wearing a very natty outfit today and I really need some kind of awesome tam or something to go with. Sweater vest, burgundy Tee, black pants, Burgundy Docs. I will make Uniballer take a picture when I get home.

So yeah, tell me what's new and fabulous with you my darlings.

had any awesome sexy times lately? (*And YES please PLEASE if you still have your question or you have a new question send it on over. I promise not to accidentally destroy my database again.)

What are you wearing today?

What has made you feel awesome lately?

Tell me one fanatastic thing that is not election related. Also accepted, nudie pictures, clothes squeeing, fangirl/boy squeeing, funny and or cute links. sexy links.

OH speaking of I will probably do a link round up at the end of the week with some of the hot ass new blogs I am reading.

Also quickly Grocery Outlet and similar discount stores have Newman's Own Sweet Dark Chocolate bars and ZOMFG HOLY FUCKING SHIT THEY ARE GOOD. I am not a huge chocolate lover at all. In fact my enjoyment of dark chocolate is relatively new and this is really tasty.

Okay now I'm done.

So make with commenting and/or showing me your naked self.

Homo Out.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

What a week.

Yes for the record I am really happy Obama won but I don't want to talk about it.

I am shocked and appalled at the votes on many state measures in equal measure. Cali I'm looking at you.

My hope and elation is tainted by a sick sick feeling. That's the feeling of, well fuck you, you're not as much of a person as I am so don't get married, you can't adopt a child or provide a home for one. Etc etc.

And I don't want to talk about it anymore.

So onto something that doesn't make me blind with rage shall we?

So you might've seen this article floating around. Basically I'm calling it, OMG TEH FATTIEZ IS SEXIN?!?!?!?!?!!!1elevety!.

My favorite bit:

"These results were unexpected and we don't really know why this is the case," Kaneshiro said.


I might not have fancy college degrees, nor am I a scientist of awesome might, and I'm not even a sociologist of intense um, whatever but I do have a clue.

Now these results could be shocking because follow my lead here this is going to get uber-techy and stuff.

People assume that being fat means you are immediately unattractive to every other mammal on the planet, thus there would be no mammal on the planet having sex with you.

WOOO holy shit that was intense wasn't it? Highly complicated stuff. Complicated if you, yanno have never taken a look at bias.

These shocked researchers are not sciencing as fast as they can.

I would be more interested in researchers studying what effects a doctors bias about the attractiveness of their patients has on those patients sexual health. And what would be yet more impressive would be those doctors being taken to task for these things rather than just sort of let on by because, after all if someone isn't attractive in your eyes they can't possibly be having sex with someone who's not you right?

Yes I am kind of set on sarcasm today.

Next thing.

OH before I forget.

Can we talk about porn for a minute?


So we all know by now that yes I do love me some porn. I am really particular about my porn though. I don't really care for porn where it's more interesting to see what someone's personal trainer has done for their booty, nor do I really want to see someone's colon. Also totally not interested in jamming giant things in whatever holes.

I tend to enjoy more amateur type porn. I like jiggly butts, pubic hair, real boobs. I really enjoy people who actually appear into each other. I like when silly things happens like people fall off of whatever surface they are knocking boots on, they get the giggles etc.

I like it when funny things happen in porn because laughter and funny things are things I like in my own sex life.

That's not to say I don't sometimes enjoy a slick uber production. I do but I'm way more likely to get a happy in my pants if someone is having a real drooling, squealing, face scrunched up, veins on the forehead popping out orgasm. That trumps all.

What kind of porn do you like? Tell me I won't tell anybody.

OH SHIT sake I tried to send a book to you miss Pfunk but, I am not always so smart and didn't put enough postage on it. Then forgot about it. That will be going out soon like.

I also have some HNT for you folks.

ETA Thank you Integgy, I forgot to upload it to the right place.

That picture was taken while I was working on my Nanowrimo project and twittering, then I took a minute to watch my homie Funkatron live on yahoo playing the drums and I was headbanging accordingly. And I was bare ass nekkid, deep conditioning my hair. If I am at home, chances are I am either buck nekkid or wearing a cardigan and not a stitch else.

Now for some links.

NY homies, go check out some of Baby Sinead's art at her opening tonight like uh right now actually. I like her blog and photos a lot and she has some pretty tig ole bitties too. If you are not in NY or just not going out tonight I suggest checking out her blog anyway. She does some cool reviews and stuff too.

Curvaceous Dee is bound and lovely in her HNT this week.

VonLivid over at House of Bias posted some pretty nifty art. Check it here.

Awesome article on tattoo scars on black skin over at Needled. Read it.

Also Seattle area Homo Homies I just started reading this Seattle Gay Scene blog and it is pretty good.

Essin' Em posted her Medusa HNT. I seriously could hang out with her.

Over at Sugarbutch Sinclair posted this very cool note about a queer photo pool on Flickr. Go post yer mugs queers. And read the entry too.

Okay that's all for now.

Back to the nanowrimo project. I'm still not posting whole bits but you can see an excerpt here. And shockingly it's way less smutty than I thought. Which feels kind of awesome.

Hopefully if I can hit 20L this week I will take a break on Sunday to prep some submissions.

Homo Out.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Please excuse the mess.

I have been working on a redesign for ages now.

I know the purple. The text was supposed to be brighter and I have been too lazy to fix it.

So forgive the new color that doesn't quite match.

Oh yes and about sexytimes advice. I've been trying to recover my database for that and unfortunately it's gone. I made a programming booboo.

The form absolutely still works and stuff.

It was SUCH a brain fart. I do not know php or anything about databses and why i was fucking with it to begin with is a mystery.

I should not be my own webmaster sometimes. I get over excited and break things that I can't fix and have to start all over again.

Um Julie was it? How is this on your eyes not too bad?

I'm working on a whole blogger theme done by my own wee hands but it's proving more difficult than I'd thought. My web design ninja skills are not quite what they used to be.

In other news my fat homies in the next couple of months I am putting together a fetishy outfit of fabulous and I have sources for most of it. But I still need some spanky pants/booty shorts that I can possibly attach garters to black of course. I also.

I am also going to need a black viny or PVC bra. Not a bikini top but an actual bra that can hold DD's without being destroyed. Does this even exist? I don't want nipple cut outs or something that if I bend a little my tits will come spilling out which yes I know some people would dig but putting them back in can be a pain in the ass.

I want actual boob holding.

I was thinking if need be I might get crafty and refashion a regular bra. If I have to but I'd rather not.

OH this reminds me.

If I finish Nanowrimo I have promised myself something cute.

Not sure what though.

Possibly either this Lip Service Tshirt I like or maybe a long talon for my labret. Like this one. Not for day to day but for going out.

I'm also going to be on the hunt for a plain black satin but not leather cincher. Size 30-32. If you have one that's used I would consider buying it. I'll probably put the call on Fatshionista too.

Okay I have to say if I wake up tomorrow to a Black President I will cry.

Mostly because I can imagine some kid in say 75 years, maybe a kid like I was who looked to history to build a future self on and maybe that kid unlike me will see his face and feel a sense of rightness.

Okay I'm done.

I really can't talk about this anymore the anxiety is killing me.

Homo Out until it's been decided.


Monday, November 03, 2008

Some awesome.

So Happy Halloween.

Last night I was perusing Fatshionista and came across this awesome crafy femme sparkly goodness. Looky here.

Fucking. Awesome.

No seriously.

Fucking awesome.

I did not wear the good winter fairy outfit I had put together to work because I spilled fucking glitter all over it and in my keyboard. My keyboard will seriously be shitting glitter for like six months.

So I did some awesome Detrivore (full review for teh chicken coming soon) aesome silver and purple eye that i will recreate and post later. Also I used some hot pink blush for the first time and it looks fantastic.

Holy shit I entirely meant to post this on Friday. D'OH.

I'm wearing another fantastic Detrivore look today and once I've tried all my samples and done looks for them absolutely look for the review over at The Chicken.

In other awesome news you can find one of my experimental erotic short short stories over at M. Christian's place Frequently *Felt. I still highly recommend checking that out regularly for tasty tidbits of things that might give you a tingle in your crotchal area.

I voted already and my absentee ballot has been dropped off at the appropriate spot and that is all I'm fucking saying about the election until the goddamn thing is over.

I'm done.

So if you're a homie of mine and you're politics blogging I will probably skip it. Nothing personal I'm just over saturated and done.

You should absolutely go watch Arlan on Cherry Bomb. My girlcrush grows bigger. No seriously it does. Also um she had all those girls nekkid by the end of the show, that means i want to party with her.

For reals.

Also I am kind of twitterpated with TastyTrixie (nsfw linky here) She has all the things that give me a happy in a woman, she's smart, funny, makes poop jokes and well she's hot. Also her boobs look like mine and that gives me the strangest little gleeful feeling.

What else?

Nanowrimo is going quite well thus far I am digging what I am doing and I'm further than I was this time the last year I did it.

In other news, I finally got a new bra. It's a really nice demi cut black bra with way more push up than I anticipated. Um wow hello boobies how you doin'?

I also entirely forgot that bras cut this way mean the tops of my boobs bounce a lot more than I'm used to and it's kind of distracting but I'm sure it's amusing for people walking by me. That is to say, I realize I have big boobies and people are gonna look. I don't care.

I think that's about it. I need to work on the Nanowrimo thing and whatnot.

So Nov. Posting is going to be fairly brainless folks. I'll post stuff and links and whatnot but probably nothing too thinky.

Homo Out.


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