I can't be mad at Fail Blog for this.  The comments are amazing:

"She just landed faster."

"She was burdened by the gravity of the situation."

"She’s very well grounded."

"She jumped back into the past, returned, and landed quicker than all the other girls could make a normal jump."

If she's anything like me, she jumped first and the rest of the sheep followed and the photographer didn't have rapid fire shooting.  If she's anything like me, she's a trendsetter.  If she's anything like me she wouldn't be wearing that outfit.  If she's anything like me, she'd make for damn sure there was another shot with her damn feet in the god damn air.

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If you are shocked by Blood is the New Black's Annie Hollywood Tshirt, good.  That's the point.  (have you heard her song "You Fuck Like My Dad"?)  But if you think it's part of a pro-violence/rape-chic movement then you must also hate porn and Family Guy and I don't know why you're here at lovenati.com. 

For the rest of you intelligent forward thinking hipsters, I love the Polyvore collage above relating the image to weight issues and food shame.  I also think Complex.com said it best...

Photographer Dan Monick's snap of Annie Hardy, lead singer-songwriter for Giant Drag (which isn't a drag queen band), pretty much encapsulates our thoughts on Hollywood. You go there with dreams and you end up gagging on something.

By the way, I'm writing this blog on my laptop in a garden in sunny LA.  Be jealous.  And don't worry...Hollywood will NEVER gag lovenati!  lovenati will gag Hollywood!

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Picture this whole scene with a cupcake instead of a rifle.  Sneaking food to bed...talking to it before i fall asleep...
Being fat's like this.

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Wow...2009 was a fabulous blur. I shed the +plushus name for good and became lovenati! You all, the readers, got more involved, told your friends about me, and now technorati and alexa are blowing lovenati kisses...(keep up the good work, kids!)

I joined the ranks of "ironic acoustic cover musician" on YouTube and have almost 400 subscribers! I became a contributing writer for Plus Model Magazine, photographing and interviewing YouTube's new "it-girl", plus size activist and singer/songwriter, Meghan Tonjes (she has 10,000 adoring subscribers and a CD on iTunes that you all should own). I was Skorch Magazine's VIP correspondent at the Torrid Fashion show, and according to, Becky Meza, head of Marketing, Chris Daniels, the president of Torrid, loved my vLog.

In May, I started the trek from New York to LA! Hard to believe most of 2009 was spent en route with out roots and still no place to call home. I did stay with plus-size super model, Ivory May Kalber, in her West Hollywood apartment where I did some water glass compositions on tumbr. And I got to perform at this year's Love Your Body Day! Don't worry, I'm working on my album, so get ready to buy me on iTunes.

In 2010 there will be new and exciting vLogs here at lovenati...vLogs that will take you out of the house and on some brilliant adventures! lovenati is also launching a new duet series on YouTube...where I will be jamming with my friends...and we all know that I know some pretty amazing people...

Request willy nilly...make your thoughts known! I'm usually open to what you want (as long as it's not retarded), and many of you are big mouths...so comment below and be a part of the new era of lovenati.

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And here begins a new series I like to call "Being Fat's Like This". 

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You can read the political debates going on about Burka Barbie.  Whether it's oppressive or representative of little Islamic girls...lovenati doesn't care.  All lovenati cares about is that there is STILL no fat Barbie.  Did you know there was a size 18 doll named Ruby back in the late 90's that never made it to mass production because Mattel put the smack down on it? Did they replace it with fat Barbie?  no.  Mattel hates fatties.  My people will be seen! There will be cute little dresses and tiny plastic high heels for my people.  There will be a hot pink car that fits the ass of this fat Barbie.  And she will bust Ken's nut all night long in 4 story Barbie Play House.

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I've always lived in suspect neighborhoods, and yes, bad things have happened to me, but only when I've been thinner, lighter, easier to physically violate.  I've been invisible (really fat) for about 12 years now and I feel pretty damn safe.  Frankly there are easier targets.  I'm tall.  I'm almost 300lbs.  There are few guys that can overpower me.  It would be one of those awkward steve martin physical comedy moments where he tries to wrap is arms around me but he gets poked in the eye and I accidentally step on his foot and everything goes wrong and I end up abandoned on a sidewalk yelling after my would-be assailant "What happened???  You don't want my money??  No Rape tonight?  Hey!  Come back!".   My fat offers protection from being dragged away by the boogie man (or any man).  So I've never been afraid for my life...

...till now.

An international Human Fat Trafficking Ring has been traced to Peru.  I can't stop thinking of the screenplays that are being penned as I write this blog.  Hostel meets Matrix meets V where fat people are harvested to keep Hollywood wrinkle free.  A government conspiracy to harvest the dumb and obese, solving the overpopulation problem and staying an economic world power.  A carnivorous oligarchy using the poor fat HFC-fed human cattle as fodder for futuristic Brazil-style beauty regimes.  I'm truly horrified.  

If i go missing.  You'll find me in the face of an aging trophy wife. 

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If you've been in a room with me for more than an hour, you know that the one thing I loath is the coupling of talent and looks.  Like a package deal, people assume hotness equals something worth their time and money.  Musicians aren't musicians anymore, they're sexual beings and if you're not objectifiable, you're not marketable.  Working with masogynists...I mean...producers is hard when you're not a bikini model or a pixie hipster chick.  Selling your albums to people who don't secretly want to bone you is difficult.  

The good news is, the cool kids think this is disgusting.  Melrose Place isn't cool anymore.  Calvin Klein heroine chic isn't chic.  There is a trend a brewing...The ugly talent.  Mark Oliver Everett of The Eel's said it best "and if she cares about the car I drive, then she can get in hers the moment I arrive cuz my kind of love is an ugly love. but it's real and it lasts a long long time."

Susan Boyle is my hero, and so are the people who think the popification of her is disturbing.  Let her be slow and let her skirts have multiple hem lengths, let her be.  I'm tired of makeovers.

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It's 3am on a Wednesday night.  I attended the Open Artists with Open Arms event at Avalon, the West Coast answer to Webster Hall.  HOLY CRAPDITTLES!  I'm pumped UP! (i will be using caps with abandon in this blog.)

Blake Lewis was the highlight of the night.  Go buy Heartbreak on Vinyl, it's gonna be a SICK album.  I got a photo of him taking a camera from the guy next to me.  He took pics of the audience while he sang and danced and beat boxed.   JoJo did an acoustic version of Livin' My Life Like It's Golden and Too Little Too Late.   Fanny Pak from America's Best Dance Crew (not to be confused with the awesome music group spelled "Pack") kicked the whole night up a notch.   Oh, and Tigarah was off the CHAIN!  Signed to Universal Japan now, I've been a big fan of hers for years, so I was stoked just seeing her live let alone meeting her in person.  Of course, my favorite performer was Sharlotte Gibson.  I used to do Google searches to find the awesome tall back up singer on American Idol, but I never figured out who she was till I got involved with Open Artists.  She walked in the studio the day we were recording backing vocals for one of the Open Artist Songs and I had a total star struck moment.  She does all the backing vocals for Whitney Houston and Toni Braxton...she's the BOMB.  Totally my industry hero.  And of course there were so many other notable performances, Guy B, That Rogue Romeo...but I try to keep these blogs short...so you'll have to wait for future write ups on the stars of Open Artists!

The night was really about LBGT youth and the power of mentoring.

But unlike most fund raisers of it's kind there wasn't a moment of self pity or sappy hands across america crap.

ok.  it's almost 5am.  and i've been patient through some ridiculous server issues tonight.  so i go sleep now.  If you want to see the rest of the pics and you're not my friend on Facebook go here.
 

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Hey, kittens.

Tonight marks the 2nd annual Open Artists with Open Arms gala extravaganza.  You know me, I love good discrimination activism.  But I don't love weepy boo-hooers.  I'm always telling my weepy gays to cry me a river.  Who's more fabulous?  Who's got a better mentoring program?  Who's got a tv channel?  Who owns the Castro, West Hollywood and Chelsea?  If there is one thing I hate, it's an organization of bitching bitches.  WELL!  This is why I love Open Artists.  The first ever organization for the ethical treatment of all that doesn't go all mushy. They get it.  To triumph is to be Fierce!  To showcase the best of the best and drink champagne is the name of the game.  

If you are in the LA area, don't be a fool.  You won't be in the same room with more famous and fabulous people till the Grammy's.  Kelly Rowland, Lindsay Lohan, Fanny Pack...I won't drop anymore names...

oh wait...

I'll be there.  

BAM!  

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