Suddenly her mom’s silence matched Jackie’s own. “Oh, my God,” she murmured in disbelief. “Are you gay?”
"Yeah," Jackie forced herself to say.
After what felt like an eternity, her mom finally responded. “I don’t know what we could have done for God to have given us a fag as a child,” she said before hanging up.
She got a call from her older brother. “He said, ‘Mom and Dad don’t want to talk to you, but I’m supposed to tell you what’s going to happen,’” Jackie recalls. “And he’s like, ‘All your cards are going to be shut off, and Mom and Dad want you to take the car and drop it off at this specific location. Your phone’s going to last for this much longer. They don’t want you coming to the house, and you’re not to contact them. You’re not going to get any money from them. Nothing. And if you don’t return the car, they’re going to report it stolen.’ And I’m just bawling. I hung up on him because I couldn’t handle it.” Her brother was so firm, so matter-of-fact, it was as if they already weren’t family.
Some of my favourites from yesterday’s shoot. I specifically wanted to over-emphasize my thighs and hips to contrast with the shirt, bowtie and waistcoat combo.
Photos by Katarina Sällylä.
Holy shit I want this look
"My confidence buoyed by male attention and blessed sexual relief, I encountered a range of guys interested in me. After a few years, however, I noticed a troubling pattern. They always fell into one of two camps: those who liked my fatness more than they liked me, and those who wanted to be my secret boyfriend.
The first group were fetishists.They wanted sex with a fat girl to be like the fat fetish porn they consumed — extreme and in addict-like quantities. No act was depraved enough. Everything had to be done at a level 11, as it were. My fat body was just a way of upping the sexual ante.
The second group, the secret boyfriends? They were nice boys. Usually friends of friends, we’d meet at a party and nerd out over video games or horror movies. The second we were alone, we’d hook up. Afterwards they’d suddenly request I keep our hook-up private.
This could go on for months. Like the old cliche, fat girls are like mopeds. If you don’t know how that one ends, I won’t spoil it for you."
I’ve had a bit of luck with larger sizes in the men’s section at Walmart. You’re not going to find any “nicer” clothes there in larger sizes, but you might get lucky with basics. I’ve found 3x & 4x sweats (tops & bottoms) & 3x undershirts there.
I’ll keep that in mind when I need more dude clothes!
I’ve actually got quite a lot of dress shirts right now, but none of them are men’s. They’re just plain women’s shirts.
If you're looking for mens clothes in general stores, the largest you'll usually ever find is 2x, but they're kinda rare. For anything larger, there's barely any options- it's either the plus-size section at Macy's, or a Big and Tall store.