30 4 / 2013
Dystopia of Flesh: Current thoughts on fatness
Just read a reblog quote about the dangers of correlating fat with health as an argument against fat hate. I agree with it, for sure.
I still wonder why people just CAN NOT believe you can be fat AND be healthy??? You have to ask yourself what “health” is to you. I’ll talk more about that in a later post.
I’m fat, I’m a Black Southerner (yes, think Black Southern “comfort food”) with a history of diabetes and xyz-health issues on both sides of my family. I do not have high blood pressure. I do not have diabetes or heart issues.
The only health issue I’ve ever had so far in life is psychological: I suffer under the “weight” of knowing that other people openly and silently sentence me to a life of living death because I’m fat just from a glance. It takes its toll physically and emotionally. And, YES, I hate those people, no lie, and I think they’re stupid. What else am I supposed to think or feel, while I’m standing here—living and breathing, bright-eyed and cool—and they’re thinking how lazy, unhealthy, and disgusting I must be? I don’t exist until I look healthy enough for them? What kind of shit is that, folks?
No doctor has ever said to me “You’re going to die because you’re fat” because they can’t back that load of shit up for sure. I’m not trying to toot my horn, and I haven’t forgotten about the people who have had those things said to them. I’m pretty sure if I encountered the “right” (that is, wrong) doctor, they’d have the nerve to say the same to me. Its just literally, no doctor and or person has ever said that to me (until I joined Tumblr and learned what a “troll “is) Either way, “healthy” or “unhealthy”, how the hell do you just treat somebody like they’re subhuman just because they’re fat? How the hell do you stand there in some random fat person’s face (or in a message on Tumblr of all things for heaven’s sake) and tell them what they’re like and what their health is when they know better than you? How do you judge somebody’s entire personhood based on how much they weigh or what you perceive their health to be—I don’t think I’m meant to understand but there is something I do know: There’s something seriously wrong with people who do that and think like that, not the people who are fat.
I’m here. I’m alive. I’m wonderful, and yet so many people judge and condemn me because I’m fat. Yet they know nothing about me as a person…other than I’m fat.
These people may not think much of me because I’m fat and I want them to know I don’t think much of them either because they must be sorry ass people to do what they do, I don’t care if they’re so skinny and pretty they can slip through a crack in the floor.
Fuck ‘em. On with living and doing me.
28 4 / 2013
Dystopia of Flesh: Current thoughts on fatness
Just read a reblog quote about the dangers of correlating fat with health as an argument against fat hate. I agree with it, for sure.
I still wonder why people just CAN NOT believe you can be fat AND be healthy??? You have to ask yourself what “health” is to you. I’ll talk more about that in a later post.
I’m fat, I’m a Black Southerner (yes, think Black Southern “comfort food”) with a history of diabetes and xyz-health issues on both sides of my family. I do not have high blood pressure. I do not have diabetes or heart issues.
The only health issue I’ve ever had so far in life is psychological: I suffer under the “weight” of knowing that other people openly and silently sentence me to a life of living death because I’m fat just from a glance. It takes its toll physically and emotionally. And, YES, I hate those people, no lie, and I think they’re stupid. What else am I supposed to think or feel, while I’m standing here—living and breathing, bright-eyed and cool—and they’re thinking how lazy, unhealthy, and disgusting I must be? I don’t exist until I look healthy enough for them? What kind of shit is that, folks?
No doctor has ever said to me “You’re going to die because you’re fat” because they can’t back that load of shit up for sure. I’m not trying to toot my horn, and I haven’t forgotten about the people who have had those things said to them. I’m pretty sure if I encountered the “right” (that is, wrong) doctor, they’d have the nerve to say the same to me. Its just literally, no doctor and or person has ever said that to me (until I joined Tumblr and learned what a “troll “is) Either way, “healthy” or “unhealthy”, how the hell do you just treat somebody like they’re subhuman just because they’re fat? How the hell do you stand there in some random fat person’s face (or in a message on Tumblr of all things for heaven’s sake) and tell them what they’re like and what their health is when they know better than you? How do you judge somebody’s entire personhood based on how much they weigh or what you perceive their health to be—I don’t think I’m meant to understand but there is something I do know: There’s something seriously wrong with people who do that and think like that, not the people who are fat.
I’m here. I’m alive. I’m wonderful, and yet so many people judge and condemn me because I’m fat. Yet they know nothing about me as a person…other than I’m fat.
These people may not think much of me because I’m fat and I want them to know I don’t think much of them either because they must be sorry ass people to do what they do, I don’t care if they’re so skinny and pretty they can slip through a crack in the floor.
Fuck ‘em. On with living and doing me.
01 1 / 2013
"One day I decided that I was beautiful, and so I carried out my life as if I was a beautiful girl. I wear colors that I really like, I wear makeup that makes me feel pretty, and it really helps. It doesn’t have anything to do with how the world perceives you. What matters is what you see. Your body is your temple, it’s your home, and you must decorate it."
Gabourey Sidibe (via bigbadjuju)
This might sound weird but I can really relate to this quote from the amazing Gabourey Sidibe. I came to a similar conclusion myself as a boy, around tween age, when I decided that it didn’t matter how racist media mocked or desexualized Asian boys or how racist society perceived me, I simply decided I was going to own and celebrate myself — including my physical manifestation — in defiance of any expectations. What matters to me isn’t being seen but being a seer.
(via zuky)
(Source: thatquote, via brucebananeronawillgrahamcracker)
31 12 / 2012
Dear fellow white queer people,
It’s been said before, and it will need to be said a million times again, but PLEASE stop comparing heterosexism and cissexism to racism. They are not the same. They are not interchangeable. Gay is NOT the “new black”. Trans rights are not the “civil rights of our time”. Can we please acknowledge the QPOC who have to deal with who deal with both? Take it from them. We need to work on racism AND hetero/cissexism.
I say this and no one listens
(via afrofuturisticlingo)
31 12 / 2012
"The artist then is the voice of the people, but she is also The People."
(Source: afrofuturisticlingo)
31 12 / 2012
“Invisible Warriors” New Documentary Highlights Contributions Of Black Women During World War II
During the war, 600,000 black women worked in war production, military and government service.
In order to honor these women, educator and historian, Gregory S. Cooke, whose mother served as a clerk typist during the war, started working on a documentary, Invisible Warriors: African American Women in World War II so these women could share their stories.
Read more at http://madamenoire.com/237347/invisible-warriors-new-documentary-highlights-contributions-of-black-women-during-world-war-ii/#yfk973zMSSoEyfSL.99
(Source: fuckyeablackart, via afrofuturisticlingo)
31 12 / 2012
My rapunzel would have black kinky, cottony hair that turns to stringy, blond useless crap when its cut off and loses its magic.
Yep, gotta write a story like this. I do have a story in which when Black vampires who are the products of white rape turn into revenants (deranged, maiming, mindless killing machines) because of the dehumanization they experience, their eyes turn a soulless blue or black and their hair turns blonde.
(via petulantfox)
31 12 / 2012
“Honey Kitteh”Knit Picks Gloss: “Honey”, Fingering Weight (Weight 1)
Steel Size E Crochet Hook
googly eyes
assorted buttons
yarn needle
pom pom
original design by Leslie Bousbaine, “Billy and Belinda Buttons!”, Love of Crochet Magazine, Summer 2012
somewhat modified pattern, another cat instead of a bear. Its is also not a set. See Godric Gryffindor and Glenda Goodwitch Gryffindor, and purple bear.
