I don’t care who you are, so long as you possess the cuntmentality. I want you naked. I want you clothed. I want your stories. I want your differences. I want you just the way you are and I want you on this blog.

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What's the Cuntmentality anyway?

A few things first. You don’t have to own a cunt to have the Cuntmentality or even want one. Cunts exist all across the gender spectrum, and affect a wide variety of people. Though just a disclaimer, cis men should tread carefully here, I don't have time to hold your hand and break that down for you.

The Cuntmentality is raw power, derived from a sea of unlimited thoughts, experiences, opinions, fears, dreams, goals, and so forth. It is a call to remove genitals from gender, for cunts are not wed to only one dot in the entire Universe of Gender. It is an idea, an undying answer to those who are need of a safe space, of acceptance and acknowledgement of your pain or shared with others like you. It is the force that bashes back, that doesn't give in, that raises a fist against every oppressive force trying to drive you back into the cultural rot so you can degrade in ignorance and in false messages that claim you're unworthy or that who you are isn't good enough. This is you, this is me, this is every follower that I have in a collective of uncensored beauty that doesn't follow the direction label of the magazine rack. This is the be who the fuck you want to be so long as you're not hurting anyone else mentality. This is the stand up for the people around you mentality. The fuck you I'm queer mentality. The I don't always love myself but today I might mentality. The I'm fucking fabulous mentality. This is the change in perception, the challenge of social norms that dictate how you think, and breathe, the acknowledgment of institutional oppression and every voice that has had the courage to speak up about it, mentality.

The world is unbalanced my friends. We have been lied to on countless occasions. Just know that here, you are never alone and that if you ever need it, I'm never too far. My ask is always open and you're more than welcome to add me on my messenger accounts.

Love,

Taylor

 

fatfashion:

Here’s to loving my body and who I am. Here’s to refusing to pretend to feel shame for my sexuality any longer. I’m done trying to be a saint on the streets and a tiger in the bed when really, I’m the tiger all of the time and I love it. Deal.
Here’s to my lovely behind (and new tattoos).

fatfashion:

Here’s to loving my body and who I am. Here’s to refusing to pretend to feel shame for my sexuality any longer. I’m done trying to be a saint on the streets and a tiger in the bed when really, I’m the tiger all of the time and I love it. Deal.

Here’s to my lovely behind (and new tattoos).

thefatgrackle:

“Fat people have sex. Sweet, tender, luscious sex. Sweaty, feral, sheet-ripping sex. Shivery, jiggly, gasping sex. Sentimental, slow, face-cradling sex. Even as you read these words, there are fat people out there somewhere joyously getting their freak on. Not only that, but fat people are falling in love, having hook ups, being crushed-out, putting on sexy lingerie, being the objects of other people’s lust, flirting, primping before hot dates, melting a little as they read romantic notes from their sweeties, seducing and being seduced, and having shuddering, toe-curling orgasms that are as big as they are.” - Hanne Blank (from Big Big Love)
Photo: From adipositivity

thefatgrackle:

“Fat people have sex. Sweet, tender, luscious sex. Sweaty, feral, sheet-ripping sex. Shivery, jiggly, gasping sex. Sentimental, slow, face-cradling sex. Even as you read these words, there are fat people out there somewhere joyously getting their freak on. Not only that, but fat people are falling in love, having hook ups, being crushed-out, putting on sexy lingerie, being the objects of other people’s lust, flirting, primping before hot dates, melting a little as they read romantic notes from their sweeties, seducing and being seduced, and having shuddering, toe-curling orgasms that are as big as they are.” - Hanne Blank (from Big Big Love)

Photo: From adipositivity

fatmolly:

Yay, fat dancers! Beautiful photos!

I had to remove the #inner beauty though. Pictures of fat people tagged with inner beauty makes me cringe. I totally believe in inner beauty, but I can’t help but wonder if this photo set would be tagged inner beauty if she  they were a thin woman  person in dance clothes… How can you really tell inner beauty from a photograph? I mean, it’s called inner beauty for a reason. I’m sure she’s their a great person, but why can’t we just say she’s their beautiful without sticking ‘inner’ in front of it because she’s they’re fat?