I am among the people lucky enough to have been born able-bodied. Like a lot of us, I have generally taken for granted that my body would work the way I wanted, when I wanted it to. And sometimes got snippy when it didn’t. Hello, entitlement! Oh, there have been minor inconveniences. I inherited both…
It makes me infuriated, that there is so much societal judgment about being fat that far too many women actually feel guilty about not looking slim when they are dying of #fuckingcancer.
I am ambitious; I want to change the world. I want to write things that make people laugh, cry, and come away from my work changed.
How do you cope with a breast cancer diagnosis while fresh into your exploration of solo polyamory? How do you ask for and accept help as needed, keep yourself and your partners happy (Hint: boundary work!), and cope with a changing body that you were struggling to love in the first place?
While I’ve read my work in public before, it’s never been at an actual book signing. And never in an actual bra store.