Invisible Woman
I used to get wolf whistled
Regularly
And I snarled back
'I am not an object'
Now I am invisible
I don't know when it happened
Whether a day tripped over into the next
And the hecklers
No longer saw me
Or whether it was gradual
When I went from waving
The sex flag boldly
To having the colour slowly
Drain from me
Until no-one saw me at all
...Saturday 11th September 2010 5:47 pm
Super Size Super Skinny
Super Size Super Skinny
Oh, Doctor Christian
So handsome in that half-man half-horse kind of way
I love your style
Patronisingly handing down little nutritious nuggest of wisdom
To the morbidly obese and the dangerously thin
-This is what you eat in a week
Does it shock you?-
A tube representing your intestines
Stuffed to the brim with gak
Saturated fat
...
Wednesday 12th May 2010 12:58 pm
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