Chubby Pigeon: Day 1

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Day 1 - Tombstone!

Wo doggy!

Its 102 in the southern arizona desert. Day one of my cross country trip found us in Tombstone, 'the town to tough to die'. Its 8 miles north of the mexican boarder and so fuckin beautiful. There isn't one person who lives here who is under 60 and everyone has kick ass facial hair, including some of the women. Because its so hot there are few tourists here so last night amy and I stood out like new folks and when we left we walked back to our campsite at 9pm. Being the only people walking through a ghost town at dusk was breathtaking, it was truly awesome- yes I am a dork. The peeps have been very nice to us, surprisingly not what I figured with nice conversation taking place under confederate flags and minute men tshirts; I find if I just shut my mouth and not talk politics people are nice. However, I have been grinding my teeth more than usual. Much of the conversation centered around gas prices; here gas is 3.64 and they didnt believe us that in la it is 4.34 and in san fran it is 4.45- they offered us condolences and a free beer!

We went to Big Nose Kate's Saloon, the oldest bar here from 1864. She was the wife of Doc Holiday and the owner and working brothel manager of the saloon, IT IS GORGEOUS!!!!
Anyhow more updates to follow..we're off the to OK Coral now with our guns at 8:05 am, is it too early to kill someone? I'll post more at next chance, standby for aliens at Roswell.

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Anonymous said...: "Why Kate, you’re not wearing a bustle... how lewd"

P.s., the problem isn't the skyrocketing price of fossil fuels, so much as it's the sinking feeling that everybody is still dumb enough to utilize 19th century technology in almost every aspect of survival and commerce. You stay classy, Amerikkka!; June 10, 2008 at 4:16 PM

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Why 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, the same men who find self-confidence to be sexy but do so little to build it. So here it is, Chubby Pigeon, welcome to my nest.

Chubby Pigeon

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Day 1 - Tombstone!

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