I need a thin tears mug to sip from while I transcribe the 4,200 troll messages I collected over the last year where I was told to die, have my death described in detail, called a fat cunt daily, regularly sent autopsy photos…I could go on.
It would be nice to only have 2 songs to worry about and not your existence.
There have been a lot of posts about fatkinis in the media over the last week. I won’t be posting them here due to the abuse and trolling all of the people who have had their photos stolen without their permission and posted in stories. If anyone is being trolled and needs help / advice / someone to talk to please let me know.
If you ARE posting these stories - A lot of the people photographed haven’t been asked for permission to use their photos and instead have had their privacy violated while also dealing with heightened visibility and abuse.
People keep sending me messages about how the lack of acceptance of fat politics is because we don’t matter. That the work I do doesn’t help anyone and the words I write do nothing.
Yet, I’m getting anonymous messages from someone who is so scared of the things I say and the words I write that they have to send me hateful messages.
Because you should. Netroots Nation is holding a scholarship contest to pay for registration for the conference in Detroit this summer. Being able to go to conferences and network with other activists is incredibly important to talking about fat politics outside of fat community. Sadly, since my work isn’t paid and I do all of this on a volunteer basis I’m unable to afford the $350 registration fee.
You can help get me there by voting for me. <-Click the link and vote.
If you are outside of the US use the zipcode 48202 or google to find another one!
If you won’t do it for me do it for my mom’s puppy Snickers.