Holy shit, it's been a long time since I've been here.
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Last night I had a modeling gig--no, it's not the glamorous kind of modeling where you put on cool clothes and have people take pictures of you--nope, this is no clothes, in poses that stretch on for minutes and minutes and minutes--in front of a motley group of art students. And believe me, it's not chilly at all! I'd like to be fitter if I'm ( Read more... )

I think I've talked about this before, but I'm always happy to talk about it again.

You know, that word.

The C word.

CUNT.

gasp from the audienceYeah, I said it ( Read more... )

I am seriously thinking of suggesting panels about:

1. Men talking to men about rape.
2. Abortion rights
3. Female bodybuilders viewed through society's lens of expectation.
4. It would also be nice to do something on women in armor....
5. And writing fight scenes.

You ever wake up on a Sunday and say "Holy crap, I can't do that any more ( Read more... )

Last night I had the extremely cool experience of posing as a nude model for an art class in figure drawing.  Sadly, there were only 4 students there, so I didn't pull much money in--which my spouse kinda groused about--but it was worth it to me.  For some reason I had imagined the class space to be a lot bigger.  When I walked iin, I was a little ( Read more... )

Oh Biochemistry, sometimes I wish you did not wreak your monthly vengeance on me quite so thoroughly.  Either than or something really funky in my cooking last night inspired me to be in the john for much of last night.

~sigh~

Such a rollercoaster....

I am feeling marvelously better, thanks in part to biting the bullet and talking to a very kind friend last night who has been involved in things pertaining to this issue for, oh, 20 years or so.  He did not say the horrible things I was expecting to hear.  He said it was okay to have the  feelings I was having.  Do y'all ( Read more... )

If trying on clothes doesn't make me suicidal, I think I'm doing pretty good today.

Dieting is not going to fix my very sad ass.  (The Very Sad Ass: one of the children's books that didn't make it.)  It's just awful; it's the worst part of my body, but it needs attention just as much as the other parts do ( Read more... )