You do NOT know the power of the Dark Side

So if you don't know I'm a n3rd. That shit is in my blood y'all. My bio-parents played D&D (Dungeons & Dragons for you n00bs), did musical theater and watched Star Trek. Also when I was chillin in the womb my bio-mom saw Star Wars Ep. VI, which will tell you how old I am. I love that I've put in time playing D&D and Magic (I still have yet to play strip Magic...), did stints in Summer Stocks and wanted a Tribble for my birthday. I proudly push up glasses and adjust my invisible pocket protecter!

Still with me? Still interested?

Well out of everything I've grown up with Star Wars has to be closest to my heart. I read the Young Jedi Knights series in my teens and now I'm currently re-reading Timothy Zahn's Star Wars books (Thank you my tweetpea @DrewMega for jogging my memory). And though ALL the books & movies my favorite character of all is Darth Vader. Unlike Luke if he said he was my pops, I'd hop on board and rule the universe, maybe even get a hot pink lightsaber as a signing bonus! Strangely enough in my old age I've become increasingly attracted to Vader. Maybe it's the sleek, black uniform or maybe it's the way he's devastatingly ruthless. Ok, attracted is probably putting it mildly. Hmmm let's just say any boy in a Vader costume (it has to be at least movie quality, no garbage bags please) could get it BUT he'd have to leave the helmet on!

Whew ok, my panties are moist from just thinking about fogging up the window on a TIE fighter with Daddy Vader! So imagine the flood that occurred when I found out about the Vader Project, sadly I'm like 3 years behind and I missed the LA exhibit, but I digress. Basically 100 authentic Vader helmets were handed out to various artists and they created fantastical art. I mean breath taking, awe inspiring art. My catalogue is in the mail and I'll probably have to read it under plastic to keep it dry but I'd like to share some of my faves with y'all, since you stayed awake for this fangirl!



Tiki-ish inspired Vader

I love the roses on this one

Seriously? Pinup & Stormtroopers are love!

Konnichi-fucking-wa! I need this like I need a pair of wide Christian Louboutins!

Anyone want to buy me a helmet or two? I'd deeply appreciate it! And may the Force be with you!

Somebody to Love

If you don't know the reference to this blog's title let me fill you in...because honey, you're missing out!



I'd like to think that this song strikes a chord with just about everyone. It's human nature just like it's human nature to want something sweet! Right now I'm uber scary hormonal e.g. PMS. It's when I turn into a super snatch ball one minute to feeling like my biological clock is winding down and I wanna have a baby like now! That was probably a little TMI but during this fun fest I just want what the song says! Who doesn't want to be wanted?

Yeah, this entry is short and sweet...kinda like me!

Drum roll please!

After a lot of shit talking I finally have gotten around to posting those bathing suit pictures I eluded to in my first post. Yes, I know these pics have been sitting on my desktop for a few weeks but I had a good excuse!

Oh...you want to hear the excuse? Well, um....you see....

Ok, ok there was no excuse! I just haven't gotten around to it! So without further ado & meaningless fluff let's get onto the skin show!

For the record it's very hard for me to run to the other end of my room and pose.

And I wasn't about to take down my wonderful shoe rack behind me either!

However I suppose if you're commenting/complaining on my background then you're missing the point of this post. I haven't been in a bathing suit sans tshirt in at least 16 years. I put aside comfort and convience to hide what I should be proud of! Really swimming in a tshirt is cumbersome! Jump in a pool and you have the hem of your shirt floating right along with you, like a giant cotton jelly fish! I've said many times before that my body is just a 'meat sack' that holds in all the stuff that makes

me, me and this proves it.

I love this swimsuit! I got it from ModCloth.com after seeing it on Ms. Viola's blog! It's a Esther Williams suit and if you don't know of the fantastical Ms. Williams you can read about her here! Although I have yet to actually set a toe in any body of water, I am more than prepared to hit up a pool party! Granted I'd probably have my hair did, this means curled, shellacked & flowered and I'd ditch the flip flops to be in wedges but really, this suit demands I look fly! Like sippin' on fruity umbrella drinks and ordering around a cabana boy fly!

So there ya have it folks! Pictures as promised! I don't know why I was so apprehensive about these snap shots because I know somewhere in the mire of the interweb there are topless pictures of me. That is an entirely different blog entry that I'll save for a rainy day!

A Rose by Any Other Name....

I've known since this blog's incepetion that I would end up touching on this somewhat sensitive subject. I just haven't figured out how to package it for you to read. I'm stumped and I hardly ever it get stumped! So enough hemmin' & hawin', I'll get right to it.

I'm fat & proud!

I'm not thick, round, chubby, fluffy, stout, plump, chunky, husky, rubenesque, zaftig, squishy, puffy or a BBW! Yes, in some circles and by some people's standards I could be any one (or two) of those aforementioned words but that's not what I like to call myself. I really don't like being called a BBW. For y'all out of the loop folks it stands for Big Beautiful Woman. I'm totally not trying to look a gift horse in the mouth, I mean come on there is the word beautiful in there! BBW just feels frumpy, bulky & old maid-ish! Can't you call me a Foxy Fat Female or better yet just call me a hot chick? Honestly I'm perfectly fine with being called fat in fact I embrace it! I embrace it because I'm finally happy with myself, that my insides are as wonderful as my outsides. Sure I wish my booty meat was bigger and my feet weren't so wide but that wouldn't do a damn thing to change my personality. Yes, it would make shoe shopping easier but hey, I like a challenge!

I understand that not every fat girl wants to or feels comfy with being called fat and that's ok! Personally 10 years ago I would have cringed at trying to define my body but that was the brainwashed Ms. Sugar! But now I like to own up to what my body is and what limitations it has, these limitations just keep me out of certain brands they don't keep me from looking fly! Let it be know that this *points to self* doesn't stop me from doing a damn thing, this *points to brain* however does! So if I think, "I can't do that cuz I'm fat" or "I shouldn't wear that it makes me look big", for one thing I'm lying to myself & unless I don a burqa at midnight I'm always going to look BIG! There is a fine (or should I say fat?) line that I walk where I want to be a member of fattie society to say, "Make some space for me!" but I don't want it to define me, I don't want it to be the only thing you see when you look at me. Am I sounding too broken record-y yet? All I know today is that my fat is a part of me whether you (mainstream society/media/fashion designers) like it or not. Never again will I be shamed into thinking I'm ugly because of my fat! It's mine and I have to look at it and dress it everyday so why shouldn't I love it?

I Wanna Sex ME Up!

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