Queer and really here.
Musings of an avid crafter, a fatty and an expert procrastinator.
I like wool and hair and fatness and yoga and I promise that I will never knowingly reblog a picture of a thin white woman.
You live in a neighborhood with a multimillionaire contractor. Every day he visits you and says something like, “Wow, looking kinda rough over here. Jenny across the street just started building an addition on the side of her house. In fact, everyone has one now. Everyone but…
The Stewart Underbite is in full force here, to great effect. Something you might not have come to understand, if you are not a student of La Stewart as I am, is that she is one of the most misunderstood people in the world. Everything you found objectionable about her in the Twilight films — and you found her objectionable; I have read the internet — was the result of a lion being forced to wear housecat drag. She was made to pursue, not to be pursued; she was made to lean exquisitely against walls and wear men’s trousers and take women by the chin and kiss them fully on the mouth. She takes, she is not taken. She was more Joan Jett in The Runaways than Joan Jett ever was. Heterosexuality cannot contain her; neither can this white suit.
When she bites her lower lip, planets wink out of existence, such is her power.