Would you fuck me? I’d fuck me. I’d fuck me hard.

I don’t really have any guilty pleasures. I also firmly refuse to believe in the term “guilty pleasure,” mainly because I feel like… I think people prescribe it too often in the film world to movies. It always sort of slightly rubs me the wrong way because I feel like it’s a way for pretentious film critics to say that they like something even though they’re above it, and I don’t really think I’m above anything. Anything I take pleasure in, I’m not guilty for it.

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more.

Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.

[TW: Rape] Fat women are treated as utterly undesirable in our culture [and] are often turned into a ‘bizarre’ fetish object. The result is that fat women are told to be grateful for any sexual attention they receive from anyone, whether they themselves find that person sexually appealing or not. In other words, even more than your average women, fat women are only allowed to be occasional objects of desire and are regularly denied their right to have and pursue sexual desires of their own.

That way of thinking becomes very dangerous when sexual violence is mixed in. When fat women are raped, they’re often told they should be grateful that anyone wanted them, or, alternatively, disbelieved because it doesn’t seem plausible that anyone would want them ‘enough to rape them.’ These arguments not only rely on the dangerous myth that rape is about uncontrollable sexual desire (it’s not), but also propagate the message that fat women’s bodies aren’t valuable enough to the culture for their violation to be taken seriously.

That’s what life is all about. You know we’re not put in this earth to live perfect lives, where we never get hurt, never make mistakes. We’re put here to hurl ourselves head first into this crazy world, and the bruises and scrapes you get along the way, it just means you’re living an interesting life!