Well, I see at least one determined cretin is having a fatphobic fit in my reblogs- presumably because they were spooked by either their own reflection or the concept of fire and now want someone to take it out on, the sodding primates- but they’re going to have to wait for at least 24hrs (and possibly forever) for me to explain, with my usual painstaking attention to detall why they are not only wrong but also stupid.
I am sorry, lovelies: I know you like to see me smack our “special” cousins on the opposite side of the political divide into the concrete like some sexy, intellectual version of Street Fighter. Unhappily for you however- but very happily for me- I’m not going to be around for awhile. I’m off to Hull: home of the band The House Martins and more importantly a buxom, geeky feedee.
You see, darling dearests, unlike my critics- who are either 14 or suffered some kind of arrested development problem at around that age- I am a 22 year old man with the ability to function in the real world- more importantly- attract other human beings! So, while the subnormals huff and grunt with frustration, pissing themselves intermittently as they cry their little tears and throw their little trantrums, I’ll be off having this thing called “fun”. It’s something that happens when you don’t insist on living your life in a state of embattled, willful ignorance and actually do shit with your existence.
So yes, sweetie-fucks: I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, but don’t expect a full-length blog tonight. This is today’s entry, and to my great joy, it’s all yer getting. Now go on: off you fuck. I’ll see you all tomorrow.
DISCLAIMER: If Secret-Diary came off as obscenely cheery instead of his usual cynical self, this only because he’s in a good mood for a change and not because his overall view on the human race has changed: he’s still rooting for the total collapse of society, just to because the looks on everyone else’s faces would be priceless.
If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care.
If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.
Antonio Ortiz Martínez is in charge of the New Generations of the Popular Party (Nuevas Generaciones del Partido Popular) inTarifa. For those who don’t know, the PP are those who currently are the Government in Spain.
If you were Spanish or just know how to read/speak Spanish, your eyes would be bleeding right now from seeing what this guy wrote and not just because of the horrifying grammar but also because of the atrocities he spills. If you can’t read this, I’m not sure how to translate it since I’m not exactly sure of who is refering to in the first sentences (I think he’s even telling that person his/her parents should have got an abortion? well, if not, his buddy Javier Hurtado in Tarragona sure did tell that to the women defending abortion) but the lines after the capital letters say:
whoever opens her legs has to accept the consecuences!!! everybody knows what consecuences that entails afterwards. it’s nothing new!!!
I know this wasn’t the sort of stuff you expected in your submissions but it was the best way to show it.
Well, fuck. There really are some right cunts about.
So, the conservative (for which read wanker) government in Spain is currently trying to pass a law that would ban abortion. It only two exceptions for the most extreme of circumstances: when the pregnant woman was a victim of sexual assault and when having the child would put her life in danger. Beyond that, that’s it. No abortions.
I can’t adequately describe quite how angry this makes me. The right to choose whether or not you’re ready to or even want to bring life into the world is a human right, not some luxury the government of any nation should be able to take away. The decision to have or not have a child is a massive one, especially if you find yourself unexpectedly pregnant, and to restrict someone’s options in such an important and deeply personal matter is just wrong: unequivocally and without dispute.
A woman’s body is also, unequivocally and without dispute, her own domain and no-one else’s. Any restriction that ignores this principle is a vile violation without any conceivable justification.
The right-wing who campaign to ban abortion in countries across the world always bang on about the Child’s life. Except I need to address that here because it’s bullshit, as even the most rudimentary medical knowledge will tell you: the “child” isn’t a child at all until quite late in the process of pregnancy because the brain- the seat of human thought and origin-point of human emotion- is one of the last things to be grown during pregnancy. The part of the organism that makes it human- that even makes it an animal and not just an inanimate object that happens to be made of skin- isn’t properly formed into a proper, thinking thing until well into pregnancy. It’s not a child: it’s a bundle of cells.
Finally nobody out there just casually decides to have an abortion: it’s an option that people take because they understand that it’s the best or only choice. To take away someone’s choice is bad enough: to deny them the level of personhood required to take responsibility over such a major decision about themselves is monstrous.
Asked by Anonymous
Well… there is this beautiful feedee up in Hull who I’m having a bit of thing with who keeps calling me evil when I tease her about her cute tummy or encourage her to overindulge- and especially when I remind her that she’s probably going to gain a bit of weight before she heads back to her home in the United States…
But what can I say? She’s absolutely adorable when she’s blushing and shy. And she does love to overindulge afterwards…
Like they say: I’m only human.
As a fair few of you know, the nearest thing I have to a career is my writing, so as a not-exactly-professional noun-herder, I invite you all to come gawp at (by which I mean follow) my brand new writing blog, The Write Novel. You can find it HERE.It’s awesome and you’ll get writing tips, cynical sniping about the industry and news about my novels (complete ad upcoming). It’s the most fun you can have with your clothes on unless you count dry-humping, so go check it out. It’s only just starting out with it’s introductory entry but you can expect a deluge of new posts on it sometime tomorrow at the latest.
i swear to god if i see another person saying ‘if you think obesity is bad, you’re a fat shamer!!’
obesity is a real problem that causes lots of diseases
and just because i don’t like obesity, doesn’t mean i don’t like obese people
it’s like, i hate cancer, but i don’t hate people with cancer or shame people who have cancer
If I see one more fucking Bigot-in-Disguise comparing fatness to cancer, I swear to Cthulu I’m going to drag them to the nearest medical library and give them every text in there in the form of a motherfucking suppository.
OBESITY IS NOT A DISEASE! Depending on how heavily invested you are in HAES, there are correlative links between a high BMI and certain specific diseases to a greater or lesser extent, but one does not always lead to the other and saying that they’re the same thing is retarded on it’s face. Think of it like this: there’s a link between going skiing and sliding into a tree in a way that breaks most of your bones. However, skiing is not sliding into a tree in a way that breaks all your bones.
What fatness is is a BODY TYPE. It’s a body type that thousands of people live inside every day. People experience their entire lives through the prism of their body, and to claim that you can attack a body without attacking the people living inside it is absurd on its face. Hopefully I don’t have to make the obvious racial comparison explicit here? Because, you know, that would be tacky at best/
The point is that whenever someone says they hate fatness when talking in relation to Fat Acceptance or Fatphobia, what they mean is that they hate fat people and they just don’t have the balls to admit it. Because, let’s be honest, if you feel the need to do a blog post justifying your hatred of fat: we all know what it really refers to and you’re fooling fucking nobody.
Asked by Anonymous
Tonight, I’m starting a whole new blog to talk about, well, writing- since I now have an online bookstore, I thought it was about time I had an official Writer’s Blog. So tonight’s entry over here at SDoaFA will probably just introduce that.
As a professional writer (sort of), I’ve been wondering if it’s worth creating a blog just to talk about that. I’ve written two novels and one polemic. I’m currently working on my third novel (which, rather than going straight to my online bookstore will be sent off to proper, big publishers until either one of them agrees to take it just to shut me up, or I die of old age and bitterness). I’m also working on a fake memoir and a collection of romantic advice the chronically hopeless (both of which are meant to be funny). At some point, there may also be a collection of short stories, a collection of poetry (yes, I write poetry sometimes) and a separate compendium collecting the erotica I wrote both here and over on FF (though I wouldn’t hold your breath for that last one: there’s not enough of it yet to justify a collection). My point is: I do a lot of writing and it might be worth blogging about on a semi-regular basis.
On the one hand, having an “official” blog in my capacity as an actual proper writer might help me sell enough books that my vocation actually becomes recognisable as a career (which in turn makes me less dependent on both the Job Centre and the whims of publishers). On the other hand, I don’t want to turn into one of those writers who uses their blog to lay down hard-and-fast rules about writing, or provide handy hints on how to write certain character types, while I know all the while that there are no hard-and-fast rules and dividing characters into broad archetypes at all is ultimately too restrictive.
Seriously: I’m sick of coming across writing blogs that dole out such handy hints as “don’t spend too much time on world-building” when 80% of fucking Tolkein is world-building and “keep your overall narrative singular and clear” while the collected works of Joyce are a fucking thing that fucking exist and are fucking well considered to be some of the greatest fucking achievements in fucking literature! Fuck!
Actually, you know what? Maybe I should start up this writing blog, if only to counteract the amount of sheer dreck young aspiring writers have vomited at them by their elders and supposed betters. It couldn’t hurt to have a blog out there that gives tips and open conversations that will let people write their own type of bloody books instead of some leafy guide to trite Genre Tropes.
Yeah fuck it: that’s tomorrow’s project, setting that up.