You know that place between sleeping and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming?

Something really beautiful is ending tomorrow. I'm going to be sad to see it go. But I've made up my mind and I can't keep hurting people left and right. I'm not happy. And I need to be. I need to be happy in order to survive. But it still hurts.

-The Dormouse

"Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty boys."

So today I want to talk about sex. See, a few days ago I read a novel about a girl. Now, a lot of bad shit happens in this girl's life that has no bearing on what bothered me so much about it. Mostly what I want to talk about is the fact that this character is fat. Just in case you momentarily forget it she reminds you over and over and over again. Not only is she fat but she's decided that this makes her unlovable. Not generally unlovable of course, she acknowledges that the people who surround her accept her, love her, etc. No, she's fat and this makes her unlovable in a sexual way. She's unfuckable. No one wants to look at a fat girl naked. She won't stop talking about how fat she is and how impossible this makes it for people to be attracted to her. And by the end of the novel this has not been resolved. She's been essentially proven right, no one has kissed her no one has had sex with her. People keep calling her pretty but she's pretty as compared to her cousin who has committed suicide. She has one encounter with a guy who is high and using her. She has no real fulfilling proof of her beauty (her own beauty not as compared to someone else) and she's still convinced that no one wants to fuck a fat girl.

I, for one, am fucking sick of this bullshit. As a fat girl I can tell you without blushing that yes, people do want to fuck fat girls. People fall in love with fat girls, people fall in lust with fat girls. I'm not ugly (although I do have ugly days) and I'm not unfuckable. Plenty of guys want to get with this. I'm not exaggerating in the least. And yes, I know I'm supposed to be ashamed of my body, I'm aware of what it looks like and what people see when they look at me. But here's the thing: when I want to get my groove on as it were there is no shortage of men and women who want to help me out with that. I've got curves and they're sexy curves. And that's the secret to it I think. No matter what your size you're only unfuckable if you tell yourself you are. This very theory has been proven throughout my own lifetime. When I used to feel ashamed about the way I looked people didn't look at me. I blended in like fat girls are "supposed to," I covered up, I starved myself to be pretty. And then one day it dawned on me...I am pretty. I'm really fucking pretty. And I traded in the big shirts and the baggy pants for skirts and low cut tops and jeans that actually fit my curves and I let people see me in my fat girl glory. And that's when it changed. People started asking me out, I had dates, I had boyfriends and girlfriends and little somethings on the side. I could pull men out of my pockets. I still can.

See, it's all in the attitude. Sure some people are still going to call you fat, ugly, whatever behind your back but most of them are going to think you're the most beautiful girl in the room because you carry yourself that way. And some of it's about dressing right but most of it's about you. You can wear anything as long as you're confident in it. And that's the real secret. Fat girls are sexy too. Everyone can be sexy...you just need to find that sexy place inside of you and let it shine. So let's stop all this fat girls are unfuckable bullshit already. No one's going to tell me I can't get what I want because I know I can. I know I'm pretty, I know I deserve to be satisfied. I don't have to take someone's sloppy seconds if I don't want them, I'm more than capable of getting things on my own. I'm comfortable with who I am and I'm here to tell all the ladies (and gentlemen) out there that you just have to love yourself. Once you do, I promise it all just comes to you. It really does.

-The Dormouse

Second star to the right and straight on til morning...

"Family, like arsenic, works best in small doses...unless you prefer to die." (Cohn and Levithan 2).

Work Cited:

Cohn, Rachel and David Levithan. Dash and Lily's Book of Dares. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2010. Print.

Adventures, of course, as we shall see, were of daily occurence...

I have been sitting in my room listening to "Just Like Heaven" on replay. It is such an amazing song. Go listen to it. It's just so beautiful. I dunno. I would like my life to be a series of song lyrics by The Cure played over and over. Is that weird? The desire to be a song by The Cure? If so too bad I guess. The resolution this year was to be honest and right now that's as honest as I can be. I offer you a sampling, in case you are unaware of who The Cure is and why they are amazing, of some lyrics by The Cure.

"You, soft and only. You, lost and lonely. You, just like heaven."
See, beautiful right? And just to round that out: "Dancing in the deepest ocean. Twisting in the water. You're just like a dream." I love it.

-The Dormouse

To die would be an awful big adventure...

I am drowning. I tried to let it all crash over me but instead I'm letting it drown me. A friend recently told me that I cannot trust people. If I put my faith in people I will always be disappointed, always be betrayed. And in some ways I think he's right because people are unreliable and sometimes they're not there when you need them. Sometimes they're busy, sometimes they don't care, sometimes they leave you, sometimes they die. But here's the thing...I'm not ready to give up yet, not entirely. I want to love the people around me, I want to have faith in them. Okay, I don't want to love all of them. In fact I'm pretty okay with disliking most of them. But the point is I'm not ready to give up on people. I'd thought perhaps I was but it turns out I'm not. I rather enjoy putting my faith in others. And yes it does hurt when I'm disappointed and yes I do get disappointed often. But the thing is, I'm still willing to hope that I won't get hurt.

Long ago I lost my Soldier. He was wonderful. His story isn't your business so you'll have to live with what I've offered. Anyway, he died and he left a giant Soldier shaped hole. For years I've tried to fill that hole with men who seem like him. Who make me smile the way he did, who listen like he did, who held me the way he did. Only here's the thing: they're not him and they never will be. They're not going to fit the hole and plug it up. And maybe I need to stop trying to plug it up. Because that makes it impossible for the guys I'm trying to replace him with. He was, for me, utter perfection and I don't know if realistically anyone can be that for me again. So I should stop trying. I need to stop trying. It's only painful for me and impossible for them.

Anyway, like I said...I'm drowning. And I need help. I really need help. I need someone to listen. I can't do this on my own. I'm praying I haven't pushed everyone away right when I need them.

-The Dormouse

And her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get...

I fear he will find me out. The King of the Hipsters I mean. And that will be ridiculous. I don't know how to explain my neuroses to him. But I suppose we'll cross that bridge if we come to it.

So, a new year and a new me. At least that's the theory. I am going out to get a new tattoo soon. It's going to be fun I think. It will quote Dylan Thomas, a beautiful poet who I have only recently rediscovered my love for. I will forever be thankful to the professor who took her class outside, sat us in the beautiful spring grass, and read Dylan Thomas' "Fern Hill" out loud. It was the perfect moment, the perfect introduction, and the beginning of a love affair with Thomas' poetry that will last until I die. Sometimes he slips my mind but always he is there with his beautiful words. I think I'm starting to sound like an insane person. But really, go read "Fern Hill" and then I dare you not to find it moving.

I'm still working on resolutions. I'll let you know if I ever come up with any good ones. So far I'm just resolving those things I said last time and also to tell the people I love that I love them. I was reminded recently how good it feels to be told that you are loved. I think we often feel like when you love someone it should just be implied. But it isn't. It's nice to hear it. So, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. And for some of you out there reading this...I really do mean it. I love you.

-The Dormouse