I love my fat body, and I love my partner’s fat body, and I think there is something very genuinely sexy about fat bodies because they’re fat, not in spite of it. I feel nervous writing this, like someone is going to pop out of the woodwork and shout “WHAT ABOUT THIN BODS BEING SEXY” but lez be real, we all hear about thin bods being sexy all the damn time. We get it! So I am here to say, loud and clear: fat bods are hella sexy.
I remember running to the kitchen immediately after this performance ended and drinking an 8oz glass of tapwater to make myself gay permanently.
I still don’t know HOW she made the mic hit the floor on beat
Celebrating black history feels like existing in the only community that can really understand me and taking pride in them. It’s like when Black Twitter does the Thanksgiving hashtag — I understand all the jokes and remember my childhood in a way I couldn’t in high school, a predominantly white girls’ school. It’s an extended feeling of livetweeting Black Lightning and screaming about Black Panther months before it even comes out. It feels like when I go see a black movie at midnight with an all black audience and the feeling of “this is right” I get. It feels like home.
