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NPFP Guest Post: Even Wild Women Get the Blues

Welcome to RMB’s Naked Pictures of Faceless People, a series of guest posts from diverse anonymous bloggers. (Read more about NPFP’s origins.) These are the posts that are jumping to get out of us, but for whatever reason — safety, embarrassment, conflict of interest, protection of loved ones’ reputations or feelings, or [...]

On fatphobia, thin privilege, and “eat a sandwich!”

Scroll down on the comments on a fat acceptance/size acceptance post that mentions thin privilege, and odds are excellent you’ll find something to the effect of “But I’m thin, and I get crap too! I don’t have ’size privilege’!”1 Those of us who have been around the fat-o-sphere any length of time have heard this [...]

NPFP Guest Post: I’m Breaking Up With You: A Letter to My Mother

Lull

How to describe depression? How to explain the negative energy when all one’s energy — and then some — has vanished? How to explain the pain and fear of having no words, when one’s words, the only tool one has, are gone?

I went to BlogHer, I came back, and I forgot to take downtime. I [...]

Dear White Lactivists

Dear White Lactivists,

Racism is not our prop.

Racism is not dead, it is not gone, it is not a thing of the past, it is not almost eradicated, it is not someone else’s problem, and it is not something we are subject to (please eliminate the phrase “reverse racism” from your vocabulary posthaste).

Racism is not our [...]

Hello period!

Thank you for waiting until I was off the plane to NYC to start. You even waited until I was in the hotel room and had access to all our supplies, for which I particularly thank you.

Now I’d like to introduce you to my new best friend, the sponge. The sponge will be our close [...]

Vocally crazy: on privilege and the risks and benefits of being out

I am vocally, explicitly out about being bipolar (especially, but not only, online). I also reclaim the word “crazy” — because although my “mental illness” looks almost nothing like what is portrayed in popular media as “crazy”, I have the same diagnosis as some of those wackadoo characters. Or some of my friends do. Or [...]

The things I haven’t been telling you

Dear family: please stop reading. Auntie (!!!), and SIL, and brother, and mom, and dad, this means you. Really. Please. Stop. If you want me to keep blogging, ever, stop reading, right now.

Family-avoidance interlude

As I’ve alluded to before, there are things I haven’t been mentioning on the blog, in part because my [...]

No words no sleep no sanity, take eleventy billion

Someone asked me the other day how I remembered to update the blog regularly. My mouth flapped open, and stuck that way, as my brain tried to understand a question for which it had no frame of reference.

She was not a writer. Or rather, not the kind of writer I am — writer by requirement. [...]

Things I learned in class this week

* Knitting as a method of self-soothing and to avoid the temptation to slap one’s classmates and/or teacher sort of backfires when one finds oneself contemplating the garotte potential of circular knitting needles. Ahem.

* You know what one of the risk factors for atherosclerosis1 is? Burning proteins and lipids for energy. You know one of [...]

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