“77” parodies the feminist classic film 9 to 5. It’s a workplace wonder that crosses over into the punk underground. Read the Bust article below the video player!
Not long ago, a friend, OT, had suggested to me a particular diet plan. He wasn’t suggesting it to me because I had asked him for advice or that I had needed the advice, but it came with a story. OT told me about how he stayed sexy-skinny — my words, not his — when he was in that crowd, where he needed to be “sexy-skinny.”
The trick? The Two P’s: Popcorn and Pickles. I want to add, if it were my diet suggestion, it would’ve been the Three P’s; I. Love. Peanut Butter. (Three P’s and a B?)
Today is National Popcorn Day, so of course, I was reminded of this story, and I simply had to share it. It seemed like pretty great advice from someone who isn’t a nutritionist but could hang with the twinks. Also, OT is chock-full of sage advice, so this is your one warning: there are more tidbits of wisdom coming soon.
But let’s get into the why…
When he was on tour, OT was around slender, almost sickeningly skinny, young gay men. As an artist, selling his work, he was the advertisement for that work. So he had blend in with his audience. This meant also being worryingly skinny.
Leading up to being on tour, he ate only the two ingredients: popcorn and pickles. While popcorn is usually delicious — theatre butter, oil, vinegar, cheddar, etc. — he ate it dry. Just. Popped. Corn.
Think that’s bad? He didn’t do it for the taste. Like celery, chewing popcorn takes a negative effect on calories. Unlike most things you eat, chewing on these two crunchy choices will burn more calories than their worth.
That doesn’t leave you with a lot to burn…
You’re not actually getting the calories you need for the day, with eating only popcorn. Your stomach by about midday is crying out for more. So what can you do?
Pop open your pickle jar!
Apparently, pickles, like their cucumber companions, are fantastic at easing your stomach. Similar to ginger! Not only all that, but that pickle or two… or three (if you’re me), is the only thing bringing home the calories!
Got the grumblies? Eat a pickle! Feeling ill in the tum-tum? Pick a pickle! Feeling a lil worn out? Take a load off, and take a pickle with ya!
So as I sit back and watch some documentaries with a notebook and pen in hand, you can be sure, I’m eating popcorn, and I’m thinking of OT. Happy National Popcorn Day!
Wanna know more about popcorn?
I did! So I found a little history here. You should too!
Love popcorn as much as me?
Maybe even more? Comment with your best popcorn photo!
Taylor Swift fans can finally watch her highly anticipated “End Game” music video off her album Reputation. After releasing her 2017 album in the fall — along with two music videos for “Look What You Made Me Do” and “Ready For It,” performing at a slew of Jingle Ball shows and releasing tickets for her…
This is super candid, so per the content’s candor, for myself, the comments on this post will be turned off. If there are any questions that arise from this, readers can always send me a message and even link this post to the text if they feel they must. This was in part inspired by the Daily Post’s prompt of the day for Jan. 6: Winsome.
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I'm actually surprised at myself. I refrained from posting this selfie. For . Over. A. Month. Who does that? Anyway. Tell me I'm winsome. #selfie #letmetakeaselfie #November #2017 #bestof2017 #January #2018 #beautifulgirls #transgirl #transgender #selflove #sexpositive #feminist #amwriting #amreading #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #journalism #PortJervis #HudsonValley #PortJervisNY #HudsonValleyNY
I’m pretty winsome, right? Wait, if you didn’t look it up earlier, but want to now, this is the definition of winsome: “attractive or appealing in appearance or character.” So, I ask you again — obvi for my ego — am I winsome?
I hope so! I didn’t always look this darn cute. In fact, although it’s not #ThrowbackThursday or #TransformationTuesday, I’m going to share with my readers a photo that I certainly wouldn’t put up as my profile pic now. Well, here’s the damned thing:
Also, so you know, because it’s Saturday, every time I curse in this post I also do that Catholic cross-thingy, just because. One Saturday afternoon I started doing it, just to keep track of how often I cuss, and it kind of stuck. I do weird things like that because they’re fun, but I feel like there could be some seriousness about it too.
I’m not religious, although I probably should be, seeing as I’ve been told I’m “going to hell” more often than “what pronouns do you prefer?” For different reasons, I’m not interested in caring how people feel about my gender identity. Yet for some reason, I care about how trans people are treated in general; like it’s one thing if you’re attacking me, but if you’re coming for a slew of people, whether it’s because their darker complexion, their sexuality, or their gender, that’s what really sets me off.
That’s why I love M.I.A, as much as I do — fun fact, one of the few artists I have actually felt speaking to me. She grew up as a refugee in Britain and struggled to become the artist she is today, but instead of really just sitting high on her laurels, she’s pushed boundaries and made enemies of powerful people to make a point: we’re all refugees in a way. She, of course, speaks mostly about those in real, forced diaspora, and not really about those that only feel as if outside of their homelands.
The digression was necessary because there’s always that song, or that artist, or that person or group, or activity, that keeps us going.
To many, it may be a mystery what could keep even one such as myself going. There have been times when even a funny, decently intelligent, and normatively attractive person, as I believe I am, have had trouble keeping optimistic about sharing this beautiful life with anyone. There have been times when I have been metaphorically ousted from my home. Such as those early moments when I came to realize what my feelings meant, at least to me. When those same feelings, of being someone different than who I was raised to be, made me doubt reality, made me fear my surroundings, made me question things much more deeply. And when I finally came out and became whom I saw myself to be, losing those that made life feel like home. Losing partners, friends, and even not getting calls returned by family members, can probably feel like seeing one’s home pushed away from them in warfare.
As another aside, I want to point out that people aren’t inherently good. Nor are they inherently bad. Life is a bitch but I hear that having refugees as neighbors is great.
I’m not always a great neighbor. I don’t really care about anyone. Not because I don’t want to, I really do, but I’ve been hurt a lot. I can’t help it. I can’t help but put myself out there. Like that saying: don’t let anyone dim your light” or whatever. My light shines pretty brightly, for some reason. That’s okay with me, and I like the way that I am. Others do too, and I like that even more! Yet, that appreciation, if turned upside down, hurts more than anyone that could simply say: “you suck!” I’d prefer that. Enemies. No problem. Frenemies. Crap.
I hope that my readers become my friends. I’m also not afraid of frenemies. Only, be warned: I’ve definitely gone Super Saiyan.
PORT JERVIS, New York – Last Thursday morning, in the hours before dawn, Vaczine Magazine #3 by Walt Cessna arrived in the care of two agents of art. The piece, free to one of the contributors and residents of Port Jervis, Owen Tate, is the third in a series of photography magazines that curate and showcase works of LGBT artists from all over. The magazine is now on display at The Space in Port Jervis.
For more information on viewing the magazine or purchasing a copy for yourself, please contact Owen Tate. His recent photographic ensemble, Celso by Owen Tate, is still on display at the Mount Vernon Public Library in New York City. All business inquiries can be directed to the artist, whom is always eager to work with new and returning artists.
Featured Image of Gwen with U Project CD, Horns Magazine, and Vaczine Magazine by Owen Tate.