The State of Washington has joined the ranks of places where it is no longer legal to discriminate against fat people. I wish I could say it is because, like the State of Michigan, the City/County of San Francisco, and a few other places, they passed a law that made it illegal. They didn’t. However,…
My poor left leg has suffered so much. I don’t know why it seemed to always be the target of some disaster or another. Happily, by the time I hit my 30s the trauma abated, but before that … When we moved to Bangor Township, I was able to walk to school – one day,…
Leo is our brown tabby. We have had him since he was a kitten and we adopted him from Town Cats. Today, I wonder if they want him back. Like many cats, he has a fascination with places he is not allowed to go. Like the garage. He has made it a game of trying…
At the tippy top of the State of Nevada is the gambling outpost of Jackpot, Nevada. It is one of the cheeks in the butt end of nowhere. I could have lived my life happily, never hearing of Jackpot, except I was touring with the long-running (decades) Vegas style revue, Bottom’s Up. One nice thing…
While at the NAAFA Convention, I heard of a type of privilege that I hadn’t heard of before, but it makes perfect sense. Pretty privilege. I’ve often wondered why my life as a fat person was not as difficult as it is for many. This explains it, at least in part. I don’t want to…
Does she look familiar? I hope so. She’s a fat version (a tribute, if you will) of a popular doll from my childhood. You can see that she has a version of the gold hoop earrings. And yes, I fucking crocheted sunglasses. And let me tell you, there are no patterns for crocheted sunglasses for…
When I was in 4th grade (I think, might have been 3rd grade), my family moved from Essexville. We moved across the river – not to Bay City – to Bangor Township. This meant a whole new school system. I had been going to Hughes School in Essexville. A fine place to go to elementary…
