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Eating Disorders and Losing Weight (trigger warning: disordered eating, mental health issues, fatphobia)
I suppose I’m continuing in a somewhat depressive vein, here, but it needs to be said. I’m a fat-positive activist, and I believe in HAES — Health At Every Size. Fat people are still people and should be treated like human beings, instead of like second class citizens or monsters who live in catacombs below…
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Depression (trigger warning: suicide, self-harm, ableism)
There’s something quite insidious about depression. It prevents me from doing anything I want to quite often. In fact, it is only by forcing myself quite strenuously that I am writing this at all, and the fact that I misspelled strenuously and had to use the spell-check in Firefox to fix it made me almost…
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Post Sick and Airy Ed: Undergraduate Episode Completed (new high score)
I’ve been in Post Sick and Airy Ed (my mom’s word for Post-Secondary Education, or University) of some sort for the past 9 years, struggling to get my undergraduate degree. You read that right. 9 friggin years. The Fellowship of the Baccalaureate! Longer and more pedantic, with fewer orcs. It’s finally happened. I applied to…
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“Toffee”: the adventures of Deadbrain
In the class I’m taking — First Nations Studies 400: Applied Community Research Institute — we have a coffee hour in the first hour of class for our groups to discuss project outcomes, outputs, and inputs. The class is twice a week, 9am to 3pm, so we have that sort of time. Today I slept…
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Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick (but only marginally)
My passport was found! My Uncle Neil found it in a collage box in the East Den (ie, the apartment in Coquitlam — my house is the West Den, and mom’s house is the North/Main Den — we name the houses in a way that makes sense to the wolf-dog okay). How it ended up…
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Passports and Fear
My passport is missing. Actually, my passports are missing. I have two, both current: US and Canada. I only need one to travel (technically*) and I cannot find either of them. I keep them in a special silver case that protects them from electromagnetic rays and beaming up by aliens and other various nasties. Yes,…
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Upon the Leaving of the Boyfriend: it is sad times
(at the bus stop) Me: I don’t want you to go. It is sad times when you go. Him: You’ll be busy! Doing stuff. Won’t even notice I’m gone. Me: NO. I WILL DO NOTHING BUT WATCH FUTURAMA AND DRINK WHISKEY. Him: …instead of watching Futurama and drinking vodka? Me: Totally different. Whiskey is sad…
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Things Overheard at Cue-to-Cue/Tech Dress for Dog Sees God
(By overheard, I mean said by me.) “Play my vagina like the bongos.” “This cup came all over my tits.” “I just hit the riser and make the Africa face.” “Hand-jobs: also played like the bongos. I hope that image stays with you when you meet my boyfriend on Saturday.” “You brought cookies? I want…
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Swear Jars for the Modern Couple
I was chatting on Skype with my boyfriend (finally; been ages since we really talked) and spamming him with links to The Bloggess (aka Jenny Lawson), because her interactions with her husband remind me so much of my interactions with Mr. Katje. And her interactions/actions/etc in general hit me where I live. Also she’s awesome; you…