Chubby Pigeon: October 2008

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

The cookies are burning!

3 Days to go until friday. There is something so mysterious, so miraculous, and so so mischevious about Halloween.

I packed up my bags and headed to Vons, because I am Grace Prine's daughter, so I could get halloween cookie dough. Tomorrow is our staff meeting at work and though I often cannot understand the actions of some of my co-workers everyone deserves a halloween treat, or TriCk!

Somewhere between the spice rack and the flour bags I became increasingly lazy and picked up these easy bake cookies. Cute yes and most definitely spooky. They were almost as easy as cup o soups! Then I spread out my 18 plates and proceeded to stack treats o high.

Somewhere between eating m&ms and wrapping plates with plastic wrap I became tired. But no, I must spread cheer so onward I pressed until all the plates were done. Man I am an awesome co-worker. Not only will I work with the clients you have quit on, I will make you cookies too!

I then proceeded to check online for Castro info, convinced and in denial that the event was over. There was a website called halloweeninthecastro.com that says it is on. However that site was met with like ten others that warn if you go to Castro you will be arrested! Who knew? All I know is I like halloween and by golly I am going to enjoy it!

HaLLowEEn!

Monday, October 27, 2008

ThiS iS HaLlOwEEn!

I havent posted for awhile so here goes...

Spent the weekend before Halloween with 2 ghouls..

Bodhi and Zoey, Bozo as they are most commonly referred to as, went with me to the pumpkin patch. I accepted the assignment of baby sittin this weekend while Disco Rob was honored for being one top doc. It was 5pm and the sun was going down at the Del Mar Fairgrounds when they went CRAZY. Somewhere between kettle corn pirate gummys and ice cream it occurred to me they didnt have dinner. This sugar fiesta resulted in two crazy kids, seriously nuts. However Pax was calm and collected. He really kept it together.

and one sweet pumpkin....

I love love Halloween, did you know this. Tonight I am going to finish my costume, going as Medusa. The head piece will hopefully fit on the BART and nothing beats roaming through a city at dusk with a costume, snake staff in one hand and beer in the other, gazing at sexy lobsters...
I mean on what other day of the year could you be a sexy lobster, snake queen, strawberry shortcake, or a wicked witch and still expect service? On what other night do you want to hump everyone that passes you with fishnets, corsets, wigs, and masks? Ever notice how everyone looks sexy on halloween? Monk and I are going to Oakland for Halloween, to spend that night in San Francisco with Mandrew Amy and Berto. Sadly, Castro is no more however with a city so lush in dark culture and debauchery how could I stay home.

I am sitting on the couch looking at my sewing machine and corset wondering how I will piece everything together??? First shower, than a nap, and thennnnnnn I begin the outfit!

Viva la Halloween!! 4 days to go!

Mood- Beside myself!!

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

our economy

This morning on NPR I heard someone say this about our economic situation

'Private profits, Socialized losses'

Brilliant. I couldn't have said it better. I do not think we, the lower class or middle class, should have to bail out people who profited off people they knew were never going to be able to make their mortgage payments. Those people lost their homes and stood by helpless as their credit crumbled while investment brokers profited. Then I went home for dinner last night to my folks house. My parents, whom like most people their age, have their retirement tied up in investments; investments that will never have time to recover before they need the money to retire on. Thus far my parents have lost about $200,000 of their nest egg and watched as the value of their home dropped to $450,000 from the almost $900,000 it was two years ago.

So bail out huh? I dont know. We ate spaghetti.

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, October 28, 2008

The cookies are burning!

Monday, October 27, 2008

ThiS iS HaLlOwEEn!

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

our economy

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