Mid-Sweet Talk, Newspaper Word Cut-Outs

I’ve seen a ton on the facebooks about “thanking veterans for their service.” As a veteran let me just be very straightforward and honest with you. We didn’t “serve our country”; we don’t actually serve our brothers/sisters or our neighbors. We serve the interests of Capital. We never risked our lives or spent months on deployment away from our family and friends so they can have this abstract concept called “freedom”. We served big oil; big coal; Coca-Cola; Kellogg, Brown, and Root and all the other big Capital interests who don’t know a fucking thing about sacrifice. These people will never have to deal with the loss of a loved one or the physical and/or psychological scars that those who “serve”, and their families, have to deal with for the rest of their lives. The most patriotic thing someone can do is to tell truth to power and dedicate yourself to building power to overthrow these sociopathic assholes. I served with some of the most real and genuine people I’ve ever met. You’ll never see solidarity like the kind of solidarity you experience when your life depends on the person next to you. But most of us didn’t join for that; we joined because we were fucking poor and didn’t have many other options.

— An anti-capitalist veteran (via elitc)

The fucking truth.

What I want more than anything in the whole world is to just be comfortable in my own skin; to know that I’m sexy exactly the way I am, and to embrace every curve rather than feel the burden of some curse. As much as I loathe the brainwashing effects of the media, with their size 2 models and diet campaigns, I loathe even more that I’m a victim of them; that I WANT to be that thin, because I can’t feel beautiful unless I am. As much as I try to embrace every stretch mark and my not-so-perky-anymore breasts that are the culmination of my daughter’s conception, it’s still hard not to covet a flat tummy, toned physique and perky, perfectly round boobs. And I couldn’t even tell you why those things are important. My husband still gets a boner when he even thinks that I might be getting naked sometime in the near future, and my daughter thinks I’m the greatest, funniest person who’s ever lived. What in this world could even mean more than that?! When I consider the attractiveness of other women, I can tell you that, 100% of the time, I’ll fine the “full-figured” woman more attractive than Teeny McSkinny. So why when I look in the mirror can I not find myself more (or at least as) attractive than these stick figures? I can easily admit that I could be much healthier, at the very least. But let’s be honest with ourselves, most of us don’t look in the mirror and think, “Man, I really wish I was healthier.” Most of think, “Damn, why can’t I be thin and hot?!” Yeah, maybe they go hand in hand, but most of us don’t think that way. We’re too concerned with aesthetics, and though health usually comes with that, it’s almost always an afterthought. Lately I have committed myself to being healthier only. I’m trying so hard to change my mindset, and to aim not for thinness, but for overall health improvement. I’m afraid of what my obsession with hiding my love handles will teach my daughter about beauty. Selfishly, I hope that she’s one of the lucky ones; one of those perfect beauties, so that life will be easier on her. But more than that, I hope that she always feels beautiful no matter what she looks like, or what her pants size is for goodness sake. I want to teach her that beauty doesn’t matter, but I know that even if I could convince her (and myself) of that, the world would ruin it for her anyway. I want better for her. I don’t want her to ever feel like I do now, and have most of my life.

15th Mar 2012

Courtney sent these to me, and for some reason I can’t reply to them via my inbox. Fuckity fuck.

7. Things I like and things I don’t like about the way I look.

I like my curves as well. I don’t consider them to be a curse at all, even if my hips have doubled in width since squeezing a baby of of them! I hate my love handles and the extra fat on my inner thighs, but I hate even more that I’m too lazy to put in the work to get rid of them. I like the color of my eyes, but like you, I hate that they are deep-set, hiding my eyelids. I’ve never been able to wear eyeshadow. I hate that my butt is wide, but not prominent. And I really hate having double D’s. I’d give a while lot for perky little C’s. I hate my stretch marks, but I love the reason I have them. I just figure I’m a tiger, and I earned my stripes.

10. Something I’ve lied about.

I’ve lied a lot about my past. It took me a long time, but I’m finally pretty thoroughly ashamed of a lot of the things I’ve done. So, I lie about that. I lie about the drugs and the sex and the scars, because I’m ashamed of them all. I sometimes lie about why I have some of the tattoos I do as well. To tell you in detail what I’ve lied about, I’d have to admit to what I’ve done. So, this is enough.

15. Lyrics that apply to my current situation/mood.

Short and sweet: “My heart is crying for a change. For the road to bend, to be home again.” Grace, 1997.

18. Post a picture of myself.

Me and the Baby Bear. You know, just being cute. <3

20. Press ctrl v and post.

bidrunkulous

a straight woman that has many female friends so interacts with and is not a lesbian but is bi sexual only when she’s drunk.

Bidrunkulous is a woman that goes both ways sexually or is physically and sexually attracted to women when intoxicated by alcohol,

kissing other women when drunk

finding themselves stimulated by other females when drunk.

Hahaha! Nice.

21. Post a bit of my last IM convo.

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