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Fat Song
I never had the chance to do this one... once in a blue moon, I'd go to this jazz club that had an open mike spoken word thing, backed up by improv jazz. I performed a couple times, and really loved it.
I wrote the following piece a while back. I wanted to perform it at the club, but they weren't doing the open mike thing anymore. I keep thinking I'll find another place, but I never do it. Too busy, I guess.
Anyhow, I thought I'd put it here. :)
FatSong
A Celebration and an Indictment
Oh my god Becky...
Look at her butt!
She just doesn’t care about herself
“This girl was so big...
She was even bigger than YOU!”
Is that on your diet?
I’m chubby
sloppy
tubby
and heavy
chunky and fluffy
I got a jelly belly
and a blubber butt
roll her in flour
and look for the wet spot
I’m a big girl
fat girl
fat bitch
fat cunt
fat whore
fatso
fat-assed
roly-poly
more
I’m unhealthy
overweight
obese
corpulent
pig, hog, cow, whale, hippo, elephant
plus size
thunder thighs
But as K.T. Oslin said
“Kiss my shapely big fat ass”
Haven’t you heard?
Fat-bottomed girls make the rockin’ world go round
I’m a BBW
big and beautiful
damn right
voluptuous
rubenesque
pleasingly plump
with my zaftig ass
I’m tons of fun
cuddly
hot
I jiggle when I wiggle
all big booty and love handles
rolling flesh
my chubby chaser man
says I have more cushion for the pushin’
“built for comfort”
a skin festival.
I am all woman
curvaceous and ripe
thick
soft belly
baby’s got back
dirty pillows
round and sweet
my goddess body
heavy cream
Cuz Big legged mamas are back in style
I’m a pillow-top
an amazon bombshell
big and bouncy
f-a-t and p-h-a-t
I’m not done
not yet
because
it ain’t over until the fat lady.....
sings!
xxxooo
Beverly ;-*
Website: http://www.beverlyfisher.com
 
My favorite kind of session
I was giving another provider a reference tonight, a woman who might be seeing one of my very favorite clients.
It got me thinking about my other favorites, which led me to think about what they all had in common, the sessions I loved...
Most, if not all of my favorite sessions have involved three to six hours of time, longer sessions which sometimes include dinner, but often just a long, lazy afternoon. I love these longer visits so much, I adjusted my rates to encourage them.
Spending three hours with someone means lounging around in bed, perhaps sharing a bottle of champagne (or just water!), strawberries (or chocolate, or nothing at all)... just playing and talking and playing and talking and playing some more. Really getting to know one another.
The clients are people I really enjoy, just real people with real lives, but kind and friendly (and often funny). Men who enjoy themselves, but also enjoy helping me enjoy myself. :) Not because they have to (the session *is* all about the client), but because it's incredibly erotic to help someone achieve orgasm -- and these men appreciate that.
And I love how responsive they are, how delighted they are, abandoned in the pleasure of the moment.
I love hearing about their lives, their work, their families, their hopes and desires and wishes.
Making connections is what feels best to me, doing this work. Everyone gets to do it differently; this is what I like. :)
xxxooo
Beverly ;-*
Website: http://www.beverlyfisher.com
On Children
I came across this in one of my folders, and I just wanted to share this... it has been my greatest inspiration as a parent, a few short lines that somehow manage to define what parenting a child really means -- and what's important, and what is not.
My daughter turns 19 this coming Saturday. I feel so blessed to have her in my life.
On Children
by Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
xxxooo
Beverly ;-*
Website: http://www.beverlyfisher.com
The Report from Under My Desk
I'm cleaning my office. While I didn't finish today, I made an admirable start.
I use a semi-rational piling system, which works great unless left unchecked, as in this case.
The amount of cat/dog hair under my desk is astounding. Also, I was lamenting the fact that no one has yet to come up with a truly good system for computer/printer/router/godknowswhat cord management.
Found my missing jump drive! Now I have two (because of course, I bought one when I couldn't find the old one).
Cleaning around here is like anthropology. We carefully excavate layers, all of which can be notcarbon dated by postmarks, or (worse!) by letters from previous lovers (Wow! I dug all the way down to Matt!).
A hush always falls over the crowd as we uncover carpet or deskspace that hasn't seen the light of day in eons. Women have been known to faint.
I'm always amazed at how many books I find, many of which I've never seen before. I have long suspected that they breed, in the dim and dusty solitude of the shelves. The newborns are thrown into the pile of papers to feed and mature, squinting and blinking up into the light as I uncover them.
What was that sticky mess on the back of "Do It Yourself Coffins For Pets and People" (a woodworking book)? Whatever it was, it came off easily with Formula 409. I love Formula 409.
Cleaning always brings up problems. What do you do with an old film camera, which was a wedding present for a marriage you barely remember? I never use it... it's not fancy enough to be worth anything. Do you just throw it out? Or continue to grant it precious shelf-space? And if so, why? Is there a place to recycle old cameras? Is it worth the bother?
That's a pile of stuff to go downstairs. Take a few items with you when you go, will you?
xxxooo
Beverly ;-*
Website: http://www.beverlyfisher.com
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