Jeanne Lorioz, fat woman, art


The body is an elusive mistress that betrays me in my moments of deference—not just wholly for the loveliness of curving hips and a man’s defining muscles, but for my own horror of admiring, and at times even hesitantly defying, media’s perception of beauty. I am not talking about my reverence for the aforementioned curves and muscles. I am not talking of media’s bias towards the lanky, the fair-faced; a celebrity’s airbrushed features glorified in the latest edition of a magazine—no. Since I was twelve, I burdened a strange endearance for the wide and plush (not curvy) bodies bereft from media, and grew to love those types of bodies unconditionally notwithstanding the lack of confidence in my own. Read More

Volumes in Colour

We as black women are blessed with an adorning of power. We are strong, because by being black we are forced everyday to go to war with the ideas that introduce themselves and proclaim who we are as black women before a word or formality ever slips out of our lips. Our skin speaks. We ask it to let our lips do the talking, but it cannot, its position coated in histories of melanin- is firm. Read More

Gay Macrophilia: A Sexual Fantasy of Great Proportions

I don’t always browse Tumblr, but when I do I’m always 1 click away from “weird sex tumblr” (WST)*. To see if you’re prone to this, go to Tumblr (it works best in a public place like a library or computer lab) and search for something innocent like “shoes”, “houses”, “Best anime to watch when you get stood up by your date again”. Within minutes of clicking around, you should find yourself in a place that will make you blush and hurriedly try to X out the screen as people start turning around and judging you. That’s when you know you’ve made it.

Anyway, I just so happened to have been transported to WST at home. Alone. And I stumbled on something that I found both erotic and fascinating and—if I were a nun—obscene. It was a man, the size of skyscraper, putting another man no bigger than his hand into his mouth. And that isn’t a euphemism for sucking cock.

Dude was legit about to devour little homie. Read More

shana haydock, faking it, indian, whiteness,

faking it.


i have fallen in love, enough,

so that i do not parade with my lips

orange and gleaming, so that i do not

poof out my breasts, cheeks full of air.

the dark bits of me lay cleavaged

in contagion, exposed only to shame

and quick dirty peekaboos. Read More

The Infomercial


You are looking at me with

empty brown eyes that want

to grasp me whole. and own

so i politely, rudely (it

depends on which of us is

more convincing) ignore you.

implore you to leave me. let

me go. but no, with your strong

hands you cut off my breath

and i am floating away out of

my person. my name is no

longer Elizabeth. I am no one’s

daughter. I have no sisters to

like or dislike. I do not read

Nabokov, Miller or Rowling (I

actually don’t read Rowling).

There are no contacts in my

phone. I am not a bored office

worker. I do not play at Banana

-grams, Sims, or sex. she does

not sleep. she is not me. But i

watch what you do to her.

Removing her sweater.

removing the pants.

removing the bra.

touching the breast.

touching the vagina.

touching yourself.

forcing yourself in.

forcing yourself off.

forcing it.

insisting upon that mouth.

insisting upon that rear.

insisting into it forcefully.

and it’s not me.

it’s not me.

it’s not me.

it’s not me.



Built for your pleasure.

built without wants.

built with three holes.

built in lubrication in two.

very life-like, can be trained

to fight back or give in,

if you insist. Can take

multiple hits: Mild impact

during regular use, severe

impact during infrequent

use. you can use force.


-like. In brown, sepia, sunlight

and alabaster. easy to clean

with soap and water. lifetime

guarantee. trade in older models

for credit toward a newer

younger models, depending on

care. buy now and the second

time around will be easier!

all you pay

is shipping

and handling.