Chubby Pigeon: May 2009

Saturday, May 9, 2009

i like the smell of musk

You ever pop open a book in a used book store to simply smell the old. I do. You ever open a drawer in a thrift store and smell the inside. I do. I love the smell of musk. You ever get a gift from your grandmother that has sat in her closet untouched for forty years and sniff- I love it! I like old things. Anyway last night monk and I went bar hopping- ok well we only made it to 2 1/2 bars, I say 1/2 because one we walked in than out of.

The first bar, humbly pictured above is Trax located within Union Station- the 70 year old train station located in downtown la. It may be my dad's blood in me but I love this place. You can get there via the subway in a ten minute hop from my house so it seemed logical that we start drinking here; however one budlight and one stoli on the rocks ran us $17.00 which quickly ran us to the next bar!

The Biltmore Hotel built in 1923. Located on Grand and 5th it is one of Los Angeles's oldest hotels. It is also home to one of the most beautiful bars I have ever seen, and I've seen lots of bars.

As the drinking ensued we took this picture of us, I actually like it. I feel we are pretty cute, especially when we are plotting for demise.

Thats about it for now. Just made my mom and dad dinner and I am sitting here digesting as I write. The Angels game is on in the background while my mom is asleep aside me on the couch and my dad and I are discussing the days events, as he to was at Union Station today with the 3751 for National Train Day. Yes folks...Today is National Train Day!!

Good night from Cerritos!

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Birthdays...

As a counter attack to my sobriety last weekend this weekend I celebrated two birthdays with friends.

Ms. Lillian celebrated her _ _ birthday, age unreleased yet not mattered as she looked great. This is one friend I seldom get to see due to our busy schedules however I was happy to make it to this event. Hosted at a bar, the lovely Ms Lillian was personable and pleasurable and the beer enjoyable!

And Mr. Todd, always a whirlwind of a fucking pleasure to be amongst life long friends! Veggie burgers, squash and sangria. It is not quite working in my stomach today however last night it was delicious!
Happy birthday to my good peeps!

Saturday morning monk and I went to a housing workshop for first time home buyers. Fingers crossed, rabbit foot rubbed, knocking on wood, and pennies tossed I sat down. It turns out to be quite an understandable yet life changing procedure and I think it will be ok. I will write more on this as it follows however I am hopeful.
Me a homebuyer,...who the fuck would have guessed it.

See guys wishes do come true...

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.

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Saturday, May 9, 2009

i like the smell of musk

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