I grew up in a fairly conservative and religious household. Sexuality was something to be repressed and ashamed of. My aunt used to slut shame before we were even thinking of sex. As I grew up and into feminism, I began reclaiming my sexuality. I came out as bisexual and poly, began dating, exploring, having fun, and all that good stuff that comes with being an independent adult (much to my mother’s dismay I might add).
Despite the fact that fat women are often either fetishized or desexualized, as a feminist I was picky about who I slept with, and overall it’s been empowering and a plain ol’ good time for everyone involved. In fact, I have a date this week that I’m looking forward to.
But what do I do when someone asks me to be sexy?
Remember that time in the late 90s, early 00s when chain mail was all the rage? I was definitely one of those people who found these little nuggets in my email inbox to be more nuisance than interesting bits of reading. Often I would just hit delete and move on to the next. However, there were a few that were truly pearls and have stuck with me to this day (sorry, none of them were about Jesus or my inferred love of Him) and I’d like to share one of them. Read more…
Serious Trigger Warning: Frank discussion of weight loss and weight loss surgery.
We’re coming up on our five-year anniversary here at Fierce, Freethinking Fatties and there’s one subject that I don’t think I’ve really ever talked about at length, oddly enough: those people who are among the fattest of the fat.
Trigger warning: Discussion of weight loss.
Body-positive shows starring fat people are far and few between, but amongst all the “New Year! New you!” crap there is one that might just be a welcome alternative to The Biggest Loser. Unfortunately, it’s airing on TLC, the channel of multiple births, over-the-top weddings and drama queens.
Trigger warning: Fat hate and disability shaming.
General warning: Sarcasm against trolls
Between FFF and my own blog Adventures of a Part-Time Wheeler, I’ve gotten a few comments from trolls (at least one of whom doesn’t think they are … go me!). I could probably ignore them, but my schedule has me busy enough that I feel like addressing the comments will at least shut my neurotic brain up on things that don’t matter in the grand scheme of things.