Right now I'm on Gaycation with my Bestie Rachael (The founder of Femme Mafia International and FemmeCast's Sexpert), which basically means I get a cheap flight to Atlanta and come live down here for a few days, going to parties and living life cheaper than in the Big Apple. Plus I love the South with a great passion.
Bevin, my bright and compassionate role model, how would you handle yourself at a social event with an acquaintance who hates/dislikes/at the very least disapproves of you based on something as stupid and arbitrary as weight? You see, I'm going to an event and I just discovered that the person I was most looking forward to hanging out with is part of an online social networking website group about fat hatred.
Yesterday was International No Diet Day. I had a sort of social hiatus during my move so that I could focus on the things that needed to get done and was relieved to celebrate the end of that and the beginning of a fabulous summer outdoor season with a BBQ at my friends' Deb and Anne's place. They have a gorgeous backyard which is perfect for parties.
here's nothing like having to take literally every article of clothing you own to the laundromat to remind you how much you own. That's 2 Prius loads full. And I got rid of 12 white garbage bags of clothes during the Fat Girl Flea Market, so it is extra crazy realizing how much there is.
When I think about my wardrobe, though, I do realize that I have a lot of different aesthetics to maintain.
However, in these "troubled economic times" or as I like to call it "The Hateful Bush Economy" it is extremely crucial to support art made for our community, by our community. Since so many of the authors in the book submitted for the love of Femme community and don't get paid for it, I thought I would throw back a little love at them!
I decided to start challenging the notion that I had to save my lingerie for occasional and brief visits from suitors** and wear it around the house for me. Now, I'm not really talking about crotchless nothings or underwear that wiggles down as soon as you walk two steps, I'm taking cute camisoles with a little bit of support in them, vintage lingerie, frilly robes and the like. I have to say, it's totally revolutionized how I feel at home.
FemmeCast's Femme Shark Correspondent Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha came out for a clandestine visit/gig for API month at Swarthmore last weekend and it was a welcome distraction from everything to hang out and do life planning and road tripping with her. She went looking for apartments with me and I caught a bit on tape. (I want to start a video blog but need to figure out how to get the video editing software I need for PC. Eventually.) So here's a bit of that adventure, for your pleasure.
Let's talk about HWP. You craigslist junkies will likely know what this means, but for those who haven't had the pleasure, I'll expand the acronym. HWP = Height/Weight Proportionate. In other words, it's a socially acceptable way to say "No Fatties."
When FemmeCast was just getting started, Bevin decided to do an episode about breakups and she asked me to share with listeners my tips for getting over a broken heart. As, at the time, the self-described “Queen of Heartbreak,” I felt well qualified to address this issue.
"We're fierce but not nuts, we're the Sharks!"--Leah, Epsiode 8 of FemmeCast