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03/21/2008 09:34 #43746

I am sorry I do not update more.
Apparently if you're not on (e:strip) you're not considered human company.
Chita should have her own (e:strip) journal so (e:zobar) would take her more seriously. (E:Chita) isn't taken.

So I am sorry I do not update more. I am on strike over at Livejournal for today-there is a Content Strike protesting the latest round of, "We Own The Site So Fuck You Who Generate All Its Content And Actually Make It Interesting To Anyone In The World, Including Our Advertisers" wankery. You realize now that LJ has been sold so many times it actually belongs to a Russian company with weird shady Russian ties to Russian things.
But apparently some of them are Jewish, and so the fact that the opposition has chosen to have a Content Strike on Purim is Deeply Significant. Which means, at the moment, that I am either Part of the Solution, or maybe I'm Part of the Problem, over there.
I wish I didn't have my entire adult life invested in the archives there. I am serious, it is my entire adult life. I got that journal in 2001, when I was just about to turn 21. I've updated it almost daily ever since. (I think I've gone up to a week without touching it, but that's unusual.) It's not about the site, it's not about the server architecture, it's absolutely not about the graphic design. But it is, somewhat, about the communities. I've had diaries on and off since I was barely literate, and could never keep them up, because nobody would ever read them. Moving to an online journal (I still don't think of it or treat it as a blog) has not only made me stick with it, but is also far more responsible than my $100,000 creative writing degree for any maturation or improvement that has occurred in my writing. It's also made it possible for me to engage in any kind of introspection / retrospection about my life, because I have no real other records of what I did, thought, said, or felt at any given time in my life, and my memories, where they exist, are often wrong. Memory's a tricky thing.

There's also the added controversy that... well, yes, two or three members of my roller derby league are also members of Livejournal, and read my LJ. I write on there about my whole life, including derby. When I wrote about our last bout, one of the readers linked it to her whole team. (I sort of half-expected she would, but I hadn't said anything I felt was controversial, so I wasn't worried. HA!)
There was a small explosion. And the league's governing Board thought that perhaps it could tell me what to do in regards to my own personal journal. I simply excised any mention of the league by its full name and told them if they wanted more than that, they could fuck themselves. Not in so many words, but more or less. If I'm not going to let some shady Russians who own my servers tell me what I can and can't write about, I'm certainly not letting some overzealous volunteers in an organization that has taken over my life tell me what to do. For one thing, the volunteers don't have Putin on their side.

Anyhow. That's my deep thoughts on "blogging", a word I hate. I am sincerely and truly glad that I have a site I can journal on whose owner I can get drunk with on a semi-regular basis. (E:paul), you are better than lj user=bradfitz, in that I know you and you don't take money from shady Russians.
Well, that I know of.

And here's the real litmus test of whether roller derby peeps read my blog here too (how thoroughly am I being stalked?): the kerfuffle is that I dared to mention that there was controversy over the officiating at our last bout (March 8th), and that I felt like the skaters have really improved from last season but the refs haven't had the same training opportunities and may need some more support. Apparently saying that on the Internet is tantamount to tossing a primed grenade into one of our Board meetings.
I am thinking of making myself a t-shirt (I used to do that a lot, hand-silkscreen/stenciling t-shirts) that just says Trouble on it. I already have one of those O'Reilly t-shirts from ThinkGeek that says "I'm blogging this", which I may just wear to practice next week and see if anyone's head fucking explodes. HA HA.
Sorry. I actually already have a shirt stencil I made in college, that just says, "difficult", because that's what my mother told me I was.
Anyone else want one?

I'm also sort of slowly edging into radical size-acceptance politics. My experience over a year ago of having a doctor be completely disgusted with me and unable to help me at all because I was "obese" has been wearing at me, and so when somebody linked to an article at Shapely Prose (http://www.kateharding.net) I read it, and then spent the rest of the week devouring the site's archives. I love Kate Harding, but I also love the two other women who contribute there, Fillyjonk and Sweet Machine. And I discovered that Sweet Machine is ME:
i.e., Too fat to not be fat, too skinny to be accepted as fat, completely fucked when it comes to finding clothes that fit, etc.
I also got kinda addicted to the blog Junkfoodscience, because OMG SCIENCE. (Incidentally, that's the source for the study (e:Zobar) was writing about the other day.)
The movement is more commonly called Fat Acceptance but I'm more interested in the concept that (radical as it seems) it's just not right to judge someone based solely on their body shape/size/condition. Even on their perceived health. A person is a person, whether they're 135 or 535 pounds. Most size-based discrimination is really income-based or race-based, but hidden behind an acceptable veneer. And almost 100% of the "concern" people express at other people who are too fat, too thin, or engaging in "risky" behaviors like having a glass of wine while pregnant, having a cigarette ever, or, you know, walking down the street while fat: it's the same as concern trolls on the Internet, and it's not about concern for a stranger whose life you know nothing about. It's about the person expressing the concern feeling morally superior. All the "drive-by mommies" who tell other mothers they're not parenting right because their kid is only wearing one sock because the other fell off: Concern trolls. Concern trolls. Concern trolls.
The moral of the story is, mind your own fucking business unless you truly, truly think you can help. Be fucking nice to people and have some goddamn manners. That's all it's really about. And don't assume you know everything because you read a study in the Times that said something, because media-reported studies are usually incomplete, biased, or just plain fabricated. (Just go read junkfoodscience's archives. I'm serious. It's addictive. And fascinating. And depressing. Did you know being obese raises your risk for... surviving a heart attack, or not having one at all? Yup. Take that, concern trolls. ,
And, ha ha, )
So anyhow. I'm kind of glad that this obsession is one that (e:Zobar) can kind of share. He gets shit for being a skinny tall person constantly. I get shit for having fat tits all the time. It's a common interest. Go figure.
So, that's me. How have you all been? I do read on here occasionally, but not enough.

leetee - 03/22/08 23:14
i haven't done any research to see if things have changed, but that's what i learned when i was in hairdressing school many moons ago. the chemicals might enter the bloodstream and therefore, a pregnant woman should not colour her hair.
jenks - 03/22/08 10:55
isn't it dangerous to dye your hair while pregnant? or is that a myth?
leetee - 03/22/08 08:03
(e:Chita)! How is she? Pictures? :O)

A t-shirt that says "difficult"? Love it! I would love one but... i hate wearing t-shirts. Can't find one that fits me well....

Concern trolls. I remember being told by a perfect stranger that i would "always be fat" while in the snack isle at the grocery store.

I don't speak up, because, as you say, the advice is not wanted or asked for, but there are times at work when it is difficult not to. Frustrating. Does it come from me feeling morally superior? I suppose it does. It also comes from a place of sadness when i see children mistreated.

Case in point: In the evening of a cold mid winter day, a very pregnant woman exits her vehicle from the driver's side, smoking. She puts out the cigarette and comes into the store asking about bleach and colour. She asks what volume peroxide needed for both. Since the original colour and the desired colour are necessary information, i ask who the colour and bleach are for. She says herself. I begin to explain to her what is needed then we go to the cash register to check her out while in continue. She asks me to hurry. Her 2 year old is alone in the car.

  • sigh*
dragonlady7 - 03/21/08 11:59
> a few studies

Then read the entire Obesity Paradox series, #1-14, on Junkfoodscience. It's not just a few studies: it's also a whoooole lot of statistics massage. The point of the whole site (which is about a lot of other issues besides obesity, though the big O is currently the biggest "hot button issue" getting the most uninformative studies done about it) is that "studies say" stories are usually written about studies that... don't.
jenks - 03/21/08 11:46
wow, that obesity/ICU survival study was even done here at UB.
Interesting.
However, a lot of the diseases that overweight/obese people are at increased risk for (diabetes, cardiac disease, etc) don't kill you in the ICU. I.e. just b/c fewer ICU patients are obese, doesn't mean obese patients are at less risk for dying.

Don't get me wrong, I'm with you that we shouldn't discriminate based on weight.
But we also can't let a few studies make us suddenly think that obesity doesn't have any health consequences.

(and I say this as a fat girl.) (a fat girl evil doctor, no less.)

;)
dragonlady7 - 03/21/08 11:19
(e:zobar): Yes, she is (e:girlon8wheels), but does not post frequently. Also, she is even more gun-shy about controversy than me, so I am not worried about what will happen if she reads this.

(e:carolinian): Fuck you! I mean... wait... ok, I guess tasty food is something I could be advised to eat.
The difference is between telling someone they're doing something wrong because it makes you feel better, and giving someone friendly advice that they may actually have asked for, or that it is reasonable to assume they might be interested in hearing about, especially if the advice does not presume to make a moral judgment upon them. Advice does not make someone a concern troll: judgment does.

And, sadly, experience has taught me that not even I can be trusted with my own data: I lose it.
carolinian - 03/21/08 10:38
The only person you can ever truly trust with your data is you. You should try to get all the journal entries you ever wrote and make sure they're hosted someplace more trustworthy. Livejournal is open source, so you could start your own buffalo livejournal.

My advice probably puts me in the category of people who tell others how to live their lives, so while you're at it, pick up a box of hamentashen and a bottle of scotch on your way home. :)

zobar - 03/21/08 10:19
Isn't Red a sporadic (e:strip)per?

- Z

02/21/2008 13:16 #43415

photographers wanted
I think I am going to become a size-acceptance activist.
But I am not necessarily going to do this in a conventional way.
I am going to do it by making porn.
I think that would be awesome.

I recently got my fat ass onto a scale to see if I'd lost any weight, since I've been tracking my caloric intake and half-heartedly restricting calories. Sparkpeople.com recommended for my weight and height that I aim for 1600-1900 calories a day, and I went with that.

I weigh 200 pounds now.
I had never been more than 19....3ish... 5ish... it's not a very accurate scale.
But I'm 200 now.

People have been telling me I look good, I look thinner.
I'm not; my size 14s don't fit me. Which means I'm back in the not-misses'-size, not-plus-size ghetto where I was before I started waitressing and skating.
I've got much more toned upper arms than ever, and my thighs are like rocks, but muscle is heavier than fat.

I now have a BMI of 31.3. Anything over 30 is considered "obese". When I had that run in with the doctor last year who yelled at me to lose weight and told me I was "dangerously obese", I had a BMI of 29. Which is Overweight.

(Did I blog on here that I found out that the knee pain that sent me to her office in the first place was patellar tendonitis caused by improper arch support making my feet pronated so the knees weren't bending properly but had too much lateral pressure? Which is, by the way, entirely unrelated to my weight? Not that she even connected the knee pain with the weight, it's just that the weight is the only thing she saw fit to discuss with me. I've a feeling that if I'd come in bleeding to death she'd still have lectured me about my weight, as if it were relevant.)

Anyway. I just wrote a huge rant on my Livejournal about how I am not ashamed of my fat titties and fuck you if you are (ashamed for me, that is). (http://dragonlady7.livejournal.com/981187.html)

I really do think I should at least do some pinup modeling.
If I could dance I would do performance art.

But I'm tired of feeling ashamed that I don't feel as bad as I ought to about the fact that I'm a fucking fatass.

So... if anyone's ever wanted to practice their portrait/pinup photography skills, I am a willing model. Let's make art.

And then sell it to porn sites because hell, I need money. I have a lesbian shotgun wedding to attend in Europe this spring and I don't have the dough for it.

How often do you get to go to a lesbian shotgun wedding???


p.s. I never shared my roller derby team photos here!


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There I am! Clinically obese.
drew - 02/22/08 10:01
and aren't shotgun weddings usually not planned in advance? Aren't they the result of a surprise pregnancy?
fellyconnelly - 02/22/08 09:58
i don't beleive anyone has asked about the lesbian shotgun wedding... seriously people... What is up with that??
lauren - 02/21/08 20:36
When I was a radical cheerleader, we had this cheer"

Fat! So what?
I really like my gut
with a jiggle jiggle here
and ah jiggle jiggle there
and a jiggle on my gut

Fat! So what?
For food I am a slut
with a gobble gobble here
and ah gobble gobble there
I gobble it all up

My name is Lauren
I say hey
and I eat three meals a day

etc etc etc....

We also had this great club called Riots! Not Diets! that was all about body imagine and stuff. It was good fun.
libertad - 02/21/08 18:50
Wow I think that is a hot photo! You definitely know how to work that camera. I couldn't imagine you any skinnier. It would look just kinda weird don't ya think?
metalpeter - 02/21/08 18:29
I will admit I was surprised when Z didn't want to take the pictures. I admit I don't know how to use a real camera I can barely use the new digital one I have. If I knew how to take real pictures or even for anyone who does it and wants to get a lot better it would be great practice and then if you make it big they could meet all your striper friends (wait sounds like a Tila Tequila song now). If you don't find anyone I do know that somewhere in Buffalo there is a local Porn company they might at least be able to get someone to take pictures who is a pro and won't be drolling at the same time. Who knows maybe some day I can say I knew her Her before she got kicked out of the roller derby league for doing porn in her uniform. I think that incorportating the uniform would be a way to make it more indie/alt girl/Sucide Girl style. In any event I wish you luck and hope things work out well doing porn. I will admit that I think making money with pictures might be tough it seems like there is so much stuff on the net I can't see that most girls make that much money on it. But if I read your post right it isn't really about the money it is using the porn to promote "plus size" (sorry forgot the term you used) women.
carolinian - 02/21/08 18:02
Have you thought up a cool porn name yet? (Brunhilda Bangs, Brooklyn Bridgette, Gertrude Grind, Stormy Skies, etc)
vincent - 02/21/08 17:27
As far as I can say the going rates for the "live" sex industry Strippers make $20 a 3.5 minute song & escorts make $180 for an hour for "time & companionship." So I have no clue on what the earnings potential is for taking nude pics. But if you ever venture into "hardcore" then it should be considerably more than those going rates, I hope...

Z, that site is pretty insane. Too bad I gave up whacking off for lent!
jenks - 02/21/08 17:12
re: xtube- I was ridiculed at work recently for not knowing about redtube and youporn. Both apparently are youtube-like porn sites. In case anyone is looking.
dragonlady7 - 02/21/08 15:50
Apparently, yes! I have researched this.
jbeatty - 02/21/08 15:43
I have to wonder how much money there is to be made in porn these days. I mean does anyone actually pay for it anymore?
zobar - 02/21/08 15:30
Oh I'm totally porn-positive. But photography is something I'm really only interested in, in the way that I'm interested in economics: it's fascinating, but no. Apertures and ISOs and light meters and macro lenses and warming filters are alright but yo that takes more of my mind than I have available. If you don't know that stuff you kind of end up with 'here's a naked chick on a bed all seductive-like, slightly out of focus and surrounded by a gentle reminder that when you're done whacking off you really need to pick up your laundry.'

in other porn-positive news:
xtube was kind of lame and it kept crashing my browser. Indienudes :::link::: has a bajillion links. some are really weird links, and some are really good links. I think I found it by googling indie-porn or something.

- Z

dragonlady7 - 02/21/08 14:41
Z, you seem enthused about the porn thing, and yet you always seem ambivalent when it comes down to actually doing it...

Join me and you can be a skinny-guy's-rights activist. Make skinny nerd porn. You have an atypical BMI too. You can be size-positive for small sizes too.
dragonlady7 - 02/21/08 14:31
Well, I'd sort of naievely assumed I'd lose weight because I am drinking water, the nutrition tracker thing I'm using tells me how much fiber vs. carbs vs. protein I eat, etc., and so I'm paying more attention than normal to both of those factors, and eating fewer overall calories as well as exercising more intensively.

And water weight? It can account for 5 pounds, but not 15. Not even on a big frame like mine.

On the other hand, I'm becoming more of a proponent of the Health At Every Size movement :::link:::
and so I can kind of accept that this is my body's set point. I would weigh the same as ever, except that I have much more muscle mass than normal due to more working out. The only times in my life I've lost weight have been when my eating was severely impacted: by tonsilitis and mono when I was 19, and I only lost about 20 pounds, and by a chronic throat thing combined with a complete lack of breaks at my waitressing job, which made me lose about 20 pounds as well.

So I think it's fair to say that this is probably the size I'm meant to be, more or less.
zobar - 02/21/08 14:24
do it do it do it

- Z
james - 02/21/08 14:11
Make sure you are drinking plenty of water.If you drink to little your body will store it and that could account for some of the weight.

Also, it is important to look at the type of calories you are eating. carbs, fat, and protein need to be balanced.

Just a bit of input ^_^

and you should totally do porn. You would be great !

01/28/2008 11:11 #43062

another bout this weekend
So once again it's time to shamelessly pimp roller derby.
There's a bout this Saturday night.
The most fun part:
I am not skating in it. It is the other two teams vs. each other.
So! I will be at large, in the crowd, relatively free of obligations!
This is absolutely unprecedented-- I've never actually been able to watch a roller derby bout before. I sort of half-expect I'll get sucked into doing some job or other.
But I'm just so psyched.
So if anyone wants to come... I can actually drink this time, too!! I'm so excited about all this I can't even explain.

And the bout is Mardi Gras themed. So I'll be wearing my team uniform, as is expected, but I'll also be wearing some Mardi Gras-themed costume bits. Costumes are encouraged in the crowd, as well.


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Come on down. I promise it will be fun. We might sell out again. And watching a crowd of [numbers may not be disclosed due to fire regulations] doing The Wave was an experience I look forward to repeating.
But if you're coming--- Let me or (e:zobar) know!!! I'll look for you and maybe I'll even be able to sit with you!!!

Come early-- we usually start letting people in around 6:45-- because we had standing room only last time and you want to score a good seat so you can see. We will have bleachers this time, but I don't know yet how good the view will be from there.
dragonlady7 - 01/28/08 13:40
Actually I think they're handing out beads at the door.

With strict instructions NOT TO THROW THEM because that would be a really terrible idea.
carolinian - 01/28/08 13:31
Should we bring lots of beads? ;)

02/03/2008 21:42 #43167

handles

I'm x-posting this from Myspace because I finished writing it and liked it, and figured it was as much about Buffalo as about roller derby. (I tend to compartmentalize my journals, so (e:strip) is for Buffalo things while Myspace is for roller derby things.) To contextualize, on Myspace I've recently had cause to comment on my high pain levels; my knee is injured and this weekend my team had two very intense practices that both left me very, very sore.

So, in short, I'm really miserable at the moment and am writing this while self-medicated, so I'll be very interested to see how this appears to me when I reread it tomorrow.


So: Handles.

This is kind of a roundabout story, so just hang on to the end. I promise there's a punchline.

I live in this kind of weird little house. My boyfriend's great aunt bought this house when she first arrived in Buffalo after fleeing wartime Latvia. They'd had to spend some time in refugee camps along the way, so it took them a couple years to get here: let's just say the house must date from 1950.
Great-Aunt Matilda [that's her real name] lived here alone; her only son died at 16 from lukemia, and her husband died of heart failure in the llate '70s or early '80s. Her sister died in the early 90s. She was a very alone woman, with only her neices to care for her-- though they did so attentively and faithfully, still they were women with their own families to mind. One by one the aging population of Latvians who had made the journey with her died of old age, leaving Great-Aunt Matilda more and more isolated.
So Great-Aunt Matilda got by mostly on her own.
She was a Latvian, and a refugee, as I mentioned, so her survival instincts were well-honed, and she had very frugal and meticulous habits. She clung with the stubbornness that had helped her escape the Soviets to her independence, insisting she could manage, that she was fine, that there was nothing wrong. Even as her health failed, she stayed in the house and did everything herself.

An aside:
Q: How many Latvian grandmothers does it take to change a light-bulb?
A: None. "I just sit here in dark..."


The upshot being that the house in which I live was customized over several decades by a stubborn old lady living alone, who saved every plastic bag she ever got, and wrapped the pipes in the basement in tinfoil to keep them from becoming dusty. (She regularly changed the tinfoil.)

But finally, poor Great-Aunt Matilda had to go into the nursing home. One too many falls left her hip so damaged there was not enough bone left to stick the metal fastening pins into. Her vision deteriorated until she was completely blind. It just wasn't possible any longer for her to manage on her own.

The house passed to Z's mom's management. Z's older sister was college-age, and looking for more independence. So she moved in, repainted some things, updated the wiring in the office, etc. She removed the tinfoil from the pipes. But the door-chains at floor height she left, because she never fastened them and didn't care. And the chrome handles bolted into the wall next to the door stairs, the basement stairs, and the stairs down onto the sunporch she never bothered to remove; they were handy when she came home drunk and needed support while unlocking the door.

Z's sister moved to California and got married. But Z's cousins were looking for a place to live; newly-married, their grungy apartment downtown was no longer satisfying. So they lived here a few years, had a daughter, put child-safety covers in all the outlets, childproofed the cabinets, and repainted things again. But they, too, left some things behind: the door-chains and the wall handles. "Yeah," said his cousin-in-law to us when he moved out, "those wall-handles are actually pretty handy."

We moved back from Jersey [long story], and Z's cousins, ready for a second child, had moved out to a new place. We moved into the house.

"Uh," I said, "why are the door chains so low on the doors?" It seemed weird to me to have to stoop to fasten them, and it seemed rather silly that an old lady would make it so difficult for herself. Then I thought about it, thought about how poor Great-Aunt Matilda had fallen and broken a hip on several occasions. Oh. Yes, I suppose you would want to be able to unlock your doors in those situations. Grim. I shivered at the thought, but didn't move the door-chains, because you know, why rock the boat? I never fasten the things anyway.

I thought the chrome handles in the walls were pretty weird, but funny. I never liked bannisters anyway-- the one from the basement is handy to grab if you're trying to lever a huge laundry basket through the narrow entryway.

...

Now I use them all the time, and actually need them, every day, whether I'm drunk, carrying a laundry basket, or not. Just like poor Great-Aunt Matilda.

I might change my derby name to Great-Aunt Matilda.

02/03/2008 21:01 #43165

Allentown Athletix
Any of you members of Allentown Athletix? They have a nice facility. Also, they're smart.
My team captain in roller derby is a fitness instructor by trade, and in general a fitness nut. She kickboxed competitively for years, her last season being 2003, when she retired after 18 wins, 2 by knockout. She's about six feet tall, shoulders like a bull, intimidating. She plays hard. Her squat bar, she is fond of saying, is exactly equivalent to the weight of one of my teammates (Notorious V.A.G., who is on the skinny side let's just say).
She's got impressive fitness qualifications, having been certified in several disciplines. She works for more than one gym, and takes on private clients for a hefty fee.

She negotiated a deal, via the Queen City Roller Girls, with Allentown Athletix: She teaches a class there every Saturday morning, 11:30 to 1:30. It is open to any member of the gym. (Nice, as there are no other classes there on Saturdays.)
It is also open to any member of the Queen City Roller Girls, with no need for them to sign up with the gym. (They have our names all on a list, and we just give them photo ID.) The QCRG are also being offered a really great membership rate, so we can use the facility anytime. And in return, we're giving the guy ad space in our programs, listing him as a sponsor, and we've agreed to make a couple of appearances at the gym on skates, probably leading a class or something. It's a really nice deal, and hopefully will benefit both parties enough that it continues, because I would love to join a gym.

It's an insanely good class. She leads off with some intense cardio kickboxing, not this Billy Blanks bullshit but real kickboxing. Then there's a weight training session, with lots of squats and some upper body work. There'll be a resistance-band segment once we get equipment sorted out (the bands in the room were too intense for any of us to manage; poor Stonewall Smack-Some almost took herself out with one and Dewey Decimator nearly snapped her skinny self in half), and then she finishes with a really good session of her Power Yoga-- some yoga, some tai-chi, some using the body as its own weight to strengthen and tone, and a lot of good body-awareness.

But what makes the class really awesome is the instructor. Mia's had a long successful career as a fitness instructor because she is a unique brand of awesome. She alternately barks commands, cracks self-deprecating jokes, bullies and encourages and motivates you to actually do the insane shit she is suggesting. She simultaneously intimidates and inspires. She has this way of demanding success from you by simply expecting that you will perform-- but if you don't, as long as you don't whine about how you can't, she will do her absolute best to give you support or more instruction so that you can perform.

This particular class, however, is also added-to significantly by the members of the class. This past Saturday, the most faithful members of the Knockouts were in attendance. I don't think I'm being vain to say that we are a particularly amusing and hard-working crowd. Hyper Bean, gifted with pattern-recognition skills, began to pick up on when Mia was about to tell us to do the exercise double-time, and would shout it out just before Mia said it. She also, at one point, when she couldn't grasp a combination, just started yelling and flailing, which made the rest of us laugh so hard that it was kind of twice the ab workout.
Stonewall Smack-Some is very new to the whole concept of kickboxing, and is not quick on the uptake physically. She's also Southern. She punctuated the class with comments about yawls just goin' on without her.
NoTorious V.A.G. peppered the entire thing with filthy double-entendres and suggestive comments.
I don't remember who it was who re-dubbed the Tai Chi section's "Wide Wu-Chi Stance" the "Wide Coochie Stance".

We worked our asses off, but we laughed our asses off too. (We followed it up today with a three-hour skating session and then a long brunch at a diner wherein we offended several patrons enough that they left, and also entertained one another until none of us could stand upright for the pain in our abs from laughing. Man, we work hard and play hard, I guess, but holy ow motherfucking ow. Also, ferrets on rollerskates: Hilarious. "Come on, Ferret! Keep up! Trust your gear! Take chances!" Though you had to be there.)

I strongly suggest that anyone who wants to hurt like a rollergirl hurts and is a member of, or had ever considered becoming a member of, Allentown Athletix haul their flabby ass out of bed on Saturday mornings and get in there at 11:30 and ask for the roller derby class.
The Knockouts (and most likely some Dollies, and maybe a Saucy or a Siren or two) will happily entertain you, as long as you do your best to keep up.
(I'm saying, by the way, that we're amusing and inspirational, not hot: you should take this class because it would be good for you, but not if you're going to be creepy. Most of us are married or as good as, bat-shit crazy, or lesbians, so you probably shouldn't be creepy or attempt to hook up with any of us. It's not really a good class for that. You'd be better off coming to a bout and sitting in the front row and hoping to catch one of us in your lap; it's less creepy and at least you paid us to get in.)

So yeah, there's my ad, kind of, and also it would be fun to combine (e:strip)pers and rollergirls. Anyone want to hurt like I hurt? COME ON DOWN. It's awesome.
james - 02/03/08 22:42
I will join when my membership at Buff State expires in August. Then I will.... make a joke about the clean and jerk.
paul - 02/03/08 22:34
Do you think you will join (e:james). I need a mentor ;)
james - 02/03/08 22:25
The facility looks very nice and their hours are great.
paul - 02/03/08 21:53
I want join Allentown Athletix soon. Maybe I will se you there.