Bold in my Breeches

People always ask me, Rebecca, why do you like pirates? Fuck off and read scavengers.... What did pirates do with their share of the booty? As soon as they were on land they acquired everything they needed for survival in the next weeks. The rest they used to eat, drink, pay whores, and play cards for a few days, until there was nothing left (ever hung out with me? if so this should sound familiar) . Then it was time to set sail again. The sea robbers nearly always gave away their money on land.. as quickly as they had got it. Among pirates money reached the highest speed of circulation ever recorded in the whole economic history. You see my whorish capitalist.. In contrast to merchants, that would be most of you, pirates assigned no special value to money. Most pirates died at sea from disease or fighting, their concern was never to plunder in order to become rich, the goal was instead to gain booty as quickly as possible with the least possible effort, so to fritter it away quickly. They never served like most in their time, and never to acquisition wealth. Unlike nobility, pirates knew nothing of economics, possessions or capital accumulation. Pirates, of all people, could have ended up the wealthiest of women/men in their time, but riches meant little to pirates. Riches consisted of meaningless production for the sake of production, and therefore would require power, exploitation, and class society. The true pirate holds property in contempt because it has nothing to do with the desire of freedom. Actually, it is an obstacle to that desire. A true pirate is well aware of the danger that the accumulation of goods represents to a life of freedom and equality. This type of life is by no means primitive, backwards, or underdeveloped; but it is anti-statist and anti-authorative in nature. To possess more than ones neighbor, to produce more, to be richer than the poor, developes the desire for property, which is ultimately the desire for power, which is everything this life loathes. SOCIETIES, LIKE THOSE OF PIRATES, ARE SOCIETIES WITHOUT ECONOMY OUT OF REFUSAL OF ECONOMY. Damn those who submit to be governed by laws which rich men have made for their own securities.

Emperess Hat

-Lolita Le Vey


-Lolita Le Vey


-me

more hats coming soon to my site chubbypigeon.com
if you can come up with a good reason I could make you one too.

Disneyland: The Happiest Bank on Earth

I am a disney fan. To be honest I am such a dorky disney fan that for as long as I can remember I have wanted to have my ashes scattered in the Pirates of the Caribbean ride- this was wayyy before you came to love pirates with the help of mr depp. This is the closest, save new orleans, I have ever come to feeling at home- once again I know, dork. Of course many of these hometown feelings came with the help of one bar in the disneyland hotel and a monkey which hung off the side of the boat and gathered treasures for me in the dark. Anyhow I recently returned to the disney company my annual pass for the following reasons. As of yet I have not received a reply- I dont really think I will but I sleep better knowing I said my peace. For shame and sad what mankind does once it aquires hoards of money.

read on:

To: Robert Iger
President and Chief Executive Officer
Cc: Kerry D. Chandler

Senior Vice President, Corporate Responsibility, The Walt Disney Company

Dear Robert Iger,

First, I am a life long fan of Disneyland. My love affair with Disneyland began before my birth, as my parents met while working at your theme park in the 1960’s. They celebrated their 20th anniversary along with us kids at your park. When my younger sister passed away around Christmas in the early 80’s we went to your park on Christmas to bond once again within the familiarity of the happiest place on earth. In short, Disneyland has always been a part of my family.
However I write to you now both as an upset member of the Disney family and a concerned human being. Enclosed is my annual Disneyland passport. It was given to me as a Christmas present by my parents so that we could continue building family memories. However, building family memories for me will no longer occur at your theme park. The consideration to boycott your theme park has been building ever since the Disney Corporation became an avid supporter of its own agenda and not a supporter of the many low-income people who live and work in the city of Anaheim.
To me, Disneyland has become another example of a corporation who only cares what happens within its own walls. I have read about big public donations you have made, however when you truly had the opportunity give back to the community, you chose to further alienate them and turn away from social responsibility. There is no argument that employees in your park and in the surrounding hotel businesses have assisted you in your profit making, all the while making less then a livable wage and when you had the opportunity to assist them with their economic and housing challenges you chose to not only turn a blind eye to their situation but also create an image detrimental to them. When I read that Disney referred to affordable housing as slum housing for pimps, prostitutes, and drug dealers (Los Angeles Times, August 2nd) I became so angry and disappointed in the ‘happiest place on earth’ I knew I could no longer attend your park and feel happiness without anger.
Please take this letter seriously. As a professional Social Worker, I have worked with the homeless for several years. As an advocate for affordable low income housing I will make it my mission to be certain other Disneyland fans like myself know who the Disney Corporation truly is. Shame on you, you had the opportunity to truly make peoples dreams come true, a life long Disney motto, and you not only took away these dreams but you added the inaccurate and harmful image of who these people are and what affordable housing actually is.

The Origin of Chubby Pigeon

Laying the Egg that Became Chubby Pigeon:

When I was in 6th grade there was a boy in my glass named Darren Musto. I have a very poor memory yet somehow I will forever remember this kids name. Like most girls, I met puberty much sooner then the boys in my class and for me this meant being about 2 feet taller then most of them. I also developed hips, tits, and ass much younger as I was blessed to have the family chubby gene. This kid Darren would stand behind me in the hallway as we pilled into class and mutter the word ‘AMAZON’ in my ear. At the time I had no idea what it meant but it didn’t sound pleasing. I wanted so badly to be shorter that I would often stand hunched over with both kneecaps bent in a vain attempt to appear shorter. When I look back on my adolescent pictures now I simply look like I had some type of physical defect. Ah those were the awkward days of puberty. Fuck em.

As I grew older I discovered the origin of this word. Amazon: a notably tall, physically strong or strong willed woman. I am 5’11. Yes I am tall and yes I am chubby. It didn’t take long for me to appreciate what this meant. In our society tits come in very handy. As John Waters once wrote –the first thing a woman learns is that tits are a weapon, if you’ve got em stick em out.’

I then began to notice that much of my teenage years were spent in pursuit of getting other girls into bed that had these assets. I appreciated all body types, yet there was something more enticing to me about girls with a little extra junk in their trunk. I also have a phobia of bones, which may contribute to picking those partners I intended on fucking to have extra padding. To me nothing is sexier then a voluptuous girl confident in her body type and willing to show it off without the fear of being judged, ridiculed, or harassed.

About three years ago my depression soared and I began to doubt everything beautiful about my body. I found my weight to be my enemy, my tits and ass too big, my age too old, and in general I was just fat. I found myself hating skinny girls because it appeared to be what everyone found attractive. The fact is I can never be skinny, small, or younger. I am not a girl who giggles or asks questions I know the answers to to make other people feel smart, yet I found myself contemplating these horrific acts.

I started therapy, worked on and continue working through these challenges and now think fuck it. I am not an advocate of American plastic surgery and view the act as another component to the hyper capitalism fear of death oppression and expectations women in this society fall victim to. So, I squatted and out came the egg that cracked open into chubby pigeon. I want to have a forum to display what I think beauty is. I wanted to have a place where I can share my political ideologies, videos, sexual explorations, pigeon adventures, and display my fetish for beautiful chubby women wearing ornate hats.

I want to read your comments, hear your opinions, and listen to your stories. As women in this society we are exploited, pitted against each other, oppressed, and are given a list of unattainable expectations by men who hold over us an ideal that I would never want to fuck. So here it is, Chubby Pigeon, welcome to my nest.