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First day, they come and catch everyone.
Second day, they beat us and eat some for meat.
Third day, the men are all gnawed on again.
Fourth day, we wait and fear for our fate.
Fifth day, they return and it’s another girl’s turn.
Sixth day, her screams we hear in our dreams.
Seventh day, she grew as in her mouth they spew.
Eighth day, we hate it as she is violated.
Ninth day, she grins and devours her kin.
Now she does feast, as she’s become the beast.
Now you lay and wait, for their screams will haunt you in your dreams.
Okay, wow. It’s been a crazy, unbelievable, wonderful weekend, but I’m back home now and I’ve had roughly twelve hours of sleep, so I’m fairly sure I’m mostly functional. Mostly. Finally.
I don’t really have a lot to tell you guys about, because I was primarily doing MECC stuff. In fact, I didn’t stop working until two hours before the expo floor closed on Sunday (thankfully, I ran into a couple of friends who had just gotten there, so we all walked the expo floor together and checked out a few demos). I only saw one panel, but it was a pretty good one - and it wasn’t ours. I actually haven’t even seen our panel. I had to leave halfway through it to set up the payment table for the post panel photo op. That’s how busy I was.
(If you’re like me and missed the MECC panel, check it out here. I’ll definitely be watching it after I’m actually fully awake here in a minute.)
For anyone curious, with the photo op and raffle for Keythe’s Thane mask alone, we raised $6,025.10. And when you consider we had roughly $4,000 already in excess funds from the primary donation drive…. Guys, this was huge. HUGE.
Behind the Read More is a complete rundown of my trip, because Long and Pictures.
I have a big post planned for when I get home, but the MECC panel was amazing. Keythe was hilarious (“That was bullshit, Shepard.), and everyone involved did an amazing job.
An open letter to hateful anons, body shamers, and people who think that they can determine my worth based on my stomach:
Hello! First off, congratulations. Never have I been so persistently harassed about anything I have posted on the internet - over 130 of you over the course of the past few days have come to tell me off about my size. And that’s not even including those of you who have been sending messages to my friends and girlfriend! Now, a few of you have been saying some very, very mean things - telling me to kill myself, that I’m unlovable, not worth anything, etc. But, I know that the majority of you are all very concerned about my state of being because of my size - telling me I should get myself sorted out, start a weight loss regime so that I can have a better body and not “embarrass myself”, that I need to take a hard look at my life so that I don’t die in the next 20 years. I want to thank you so much for your concern, and have no worries, friends! Your messages have not gone unnoticed. I am here to absolutely reassure you that I have taken what you have said to heart.
Over the past few days, I have taken a long, hard look at myself. I have spent a lot of time looking at myself in the mirror. Grabbing at my fat, being disgusted with myself, and even wondering how, indeed, my incredibly hot girlfriend can be attracted to me. But then, I got bored of that, started doing some twirls, and dancing naked to Natalia Kills in my bathroom, and let me tell you, it was a lot of fun.
I really started to think about my self image, which is something I try to avoid because it usually ends in disaster. But you know what, anons? You have really changed my mindset. I can now say, thanks to you, that I am more confident than ever. Gone are the days that I will hide my body beneath layers of clothing out of embarrassment. No longer shall I look at girls in magazines and wonder why I can’t have a body like theirs. Not for another second will I look at my body and let my mind be clouded with bad intent and negative thoughts.
You know what I’ve come to realize? I love myself. I may not be exactly where I want to be with my body, but I’ll get there in time, and I’m not going to spend the interim hating myself and waiting for my “someday body”. I am going to pamper myself, and love myself, and dance around in my underwear with my girlfriend, and embrace what a babe I am. I am not “pretty despite my size.” I don’t have a “nice face for a bigger girl.” My fat does not condition my beauty.
Here are some things I would like you to take to heart, anons.
My size does not determine my lovability, nor my fuckability - believe me, I have never had a problem in bed due to the size of my legs or stomach.
My size does not determine my worth as a human.
My size does not change who I fundamentally am as a person. It does not change that I am funny, and kind, and caring, and have friends who fucking love me as I am.
You know what my size DOES determine? How big I buy my clothing.
I am golden - we all are, regardless of size. I will not spend another night crying over hatred of my own body. And I will not let another one of you tell me that I am not worth everything in the goddamn world because my poundage is more than yours.
Does this make you uncomfortable? Good. I hope it makes you think about how you see the world, and people. I hope it makes you uncomfortable enough to look inside yourself and wonder why. I’m not saying you have to be attracted to fat people - you’re attracted to whatever you’re attracted to, that’s fine. What I’m saying is you need to start looking inside yourself and wondering why the size of somebody’s stomach gives you the right to tell them that they are worthless, unlovable, and don’t deserve to live. How far has society conditioned your mind against fat people that you think it would be better for me to be in a grave at the ripe young age of 20 than to love myself?
I hope this makes you uncomfortable. I hope this makes you think. And I hope that any person who sees this, large or small, will take a second look at themselves and try to see yourself with love.
Got a problem? Kiss my fat ass.