Trash Talks Back
A friendly blog where feminists and their male allies can come together and discuss methods, tactics, and strategies for use in toppling White Supremacist Capitalist Patriarchy.
JUST A FEW SMALL NIPS
It's better, it's at Word press, and I think I'm gonna try and find ways to link or import some of the better stuff from this blog to that one over there.
Hope y'all will update your links and your bookmarks, and all that stuff. I've missed everyone!!!
Yes, I am coming back. But probly not to here. I have overpoliticized, and it's been paralysis and an excuse NOT to post- you know. The whole, "I don't have anything pertinent to say" or "I'm behind on the current political situation" or whatever (fill in blank) scenario has served as a "reason" not to write anything.
The plain truth is that I work a job that completely zaps my creative energy, and I have been dealing with other issues as well that do the same.
Writer's block. Ug. Makes me wanna throw shit.
Anyhoo, I WILL be back, and soon, but with a twist and in a yet undisclosed location. I will update here, tho, as soon as that is set up.
Thank y'all for lookin' out.
*boo, hiss, she always says that!!!*
Ok, ok. I been dating someone fabulous. OK? And working. And attempting to build a social life.
Writing isn't really that conducive to having a social life.
The main reason I'm here right now is 'cause I've notices that Biting Beaver has gone invitation only, and I'm wondering if I could get an invite. BB? You out there? I meeeeeees you.
Oh yeah. I'm gay. Ain't going back, at least as far as having meaningful relationships. Life seems a little bit less heavy now that that's out there on the table. Already talked to the mom and everything. The girl I'm with is fabulous, as I already mentioned, and I hope that it sticks. Looks like it's gonna. We're moving in together. But I know that I don't want to invest THAT particular kind of energy in men anymore. I tried 'em, and I gave 'em back. Too bad I can't get a refund.
What else? I've missed everyone. Wonder if folks still come around and look at this page. If so, gimme a holler.
I'm gonna go eat a chicken leg now.
Apparently all my personal struggle and strife that led me to realize that no matter what I do I'm fat and I'll look fat in a swimsuit and that's perfectly fine, because being fat doesn't make me less human coulda been bypassed had I just, at some time or other, been able to hork up the two hundred bucks or more it takes to purchase a well-engineered piece of lycra to cover my woman-bits just so.
A call to all socially-conscious fat women: DON'T spend 200 dollars on a bathing suit! Go to Kmart, get a suit, then spend the rest on something better. Please.
And watch this. It's good to balance out the Advertising Industrial Complex PTSD-jitters.
Ok, ok, maybe I'm being just a little bit melodramatic. But I just bought these shoes:
And so logically, I honestly have to ask myself whether or not the makeup and perfume has poisoned me. Or what. At least they're comfy and they make me tall, right? RIGHT???