weird

someone called me a fat jewish bitch the other night while I was walking home.  I know that I am curvy enough but I didn’t get the jewish part.  I guess my hair is dark but ?  not sure what else gave it away, especially the bitch part.  I didn’t even open my mouth, didn’t waste my time to retort.  I know I am a big girl, soft around the edges, curvy but the way he said fat made it all sound terrible.  I used to have really terrible self esteem about my body and about my desirability when I was a size 10 in high school.  My curves weren’t totally awesome or supported in high school.  And since then, being out on my own, having my experiences, friendships, sexual relationships my mind has changed.  I still get shy about my size and my curves sometimes but other times, not so much.  

Starting at I know, I wasn’t going to write more but it feels good to address something that makes me uncomfortable.

PS I was house sitting in Chelsea, it’s sort of over, I kind of want a dog more now, or share someone else’s dog and I am moving out on Saturday?  

there is more but that’s all for now, take that!

hearts to Olympia.  Mirah and Mariella were out here and even though I didn’t meet Ms. Mirah so much of her music was all of Oly to me.  So many memories.  

Hey if I sent you a letter don’t write back yet, I’m moving, as mentioned above, and it might get lost.

hearts to my parents, love that you’re in my life.

Hearts to Sonja who is out on some awesome adventure meeting people, playing music and checking life out.

Hearts to my friend out here.

and my friends out there.

…living above the dream line, from No Kids.

maybe next tattoo and first text tattoo.

I am boarding on a double digit for tattoos folks.  I have 8 right now….