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Category: Shame
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H-ville's strung with Christmas bulbs way before the wishbone's snapped. And the hottest floor show begins at 7:00 on Falcon View Lane. Mrs. Stephens shakes her good frame from the second-story window of a mock-Tudor. She knows where the light falls best to caress her curves. By the way, neighbor Gary's got ageusia and still…
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Happy New Year! Here's what needs some meditation thrown at it: Why is life unfair? I asked a pal to show me the silver lining on a day (yesterday) when one privileged bitch (me) was having a challenging moment (inconsequential office shenanigans.) With disaster smashing the planet, I do not have a right to feel…
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what you see beneath ussupporting all our doubt and despairare bankers boxes full of paperdefaced with coordinates on howwe were supposed to steer this ship now the return is delayed on our uncharted trip we may as well be carried on this tricky wind andcount all the ways we can fuck up the simplest things …
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tummy troubles and forearms marked with bruises sunny claws her way to the surface too much time has she spent in the turbulence of deep, deep love catch and detach air comes to her rescue fire keeps her in line distress calls carefully edited no one…
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Is Height-Weight Proportionate a thing anymore? I'm curious because I've been called out for my shape-size-stature (all 160 centimeters of me) in recent years. I never heard comments regarding my shape-size-stature back in the days when … well, more people were HWP. I'm not even sure I understand what Body Positivity means. I am positive…
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OKREADY It was the fool moon. Yeah, blame it on the lunge of Libra all tangled up in my "you're terribly unhinged because you've long neglected your needs" business. butreallyiblameitonthefactyousaidCRAZYPEOPLE whilewewereinthemiddleofaperfectlypleasantconvo I'm too old to let anything twist my knickers, or use a word like trigger unless I'm talking about an equine…
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You have no discernible shape. You are all pulsating gray matter and no body. I want to give you form. I want to give you a frame from which to hang your sentiment and shame. You rise and roll right up over me. No string, no tail. Nothing to grab onto at all. My hand…
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And like o.k.: There's this particular writer whose work I've read and enjoyed and whom I find interesting and irritating all in one big, messy mouthful of come-one-come-all (talkin' bout chyoo JD). Yeah so, brutha man goes on about fat folks in his stories and he himself is pretty thin (cute, though – I'm shallow,…
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Trump.Not my first choice, let me tell you. If you have your shit together and house in order, whoever occupies the Oval Office will have minimal effect on your day-to-day. If you struggle to put food on the table, Trump will have minimal effect on your day-to-day. We are all plunged into a stupefying alternate…
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Keeping up old habits is an exhausting task. There must be some worthwhile gain in the game of self-sabotage or it wouldn't be such a popular sport. The mirror I hold in front of me is a grimy, broken lens through which images scream to be noticed. Relinquish all sense of specialness; everyone is a…
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