Prentice and Tuttle First LP

Here is a wonderful rarity! This is a record made by folk musicians Prentice and Tuttle in 1970.

Perhaps the name isn't familiar to you. It isn't to many people. I love this music, although I was only perhaps a year old when this was made. 

Here is Stephen Tuttle's web page.

Their second LP, Every Loving Day, can be bought in CD form here. There is also a link on Ezhevika Fields, a blog which is dedicated to finding and sharing lesser known music.

A little about me, since this is my first post here and you are probably wondering what a "Porn Baboon" is. I created the profile when I was trying to break into adult affiliate marketing. I no longer am involved in that line of work, but the profile is fun, so I kept it. Also, my sister and my cousin and I, who were involved in the affiliate marketing adventure together, met some of the very cool Team Netherworld people during that time. I love that we have been asked to be part of this team!

My real name is Pol. My nickname is Poe because I have always enjoyed writing poetry and stories. I am Vietnamese-American, born in 1969. I work in various areas such as construction and handyman work and also some caregiving work, anything I can to pay the bills. It's hard for me to hold down a job with specific hours because of my mental health issues. I have been lucky to be able to freelance.

I love all sorts of music, but my passion is stuff from the 60's and 70's, particularly psychedelic rock, prog rock, and folk rock. This is possibly because my father loved this sort of music and collected many rare albums along the way. When I was young, we would go to festivals. He still enjoys festivals, but with his health these days, we are not able to go as frequently.

I would like to leave some thoughts for my friends with larger bodies who have struggled with eating disorders. I know I have never had this issue, and so you may think I have no room to speak, but I hope you will hear me. The myriad of problems attributed to big people and used as an excuse to treat you with scorn by rude people who do not know better are suffered by my father, a tiny Vietnamese man. 

My father stands barely five foot seven. He weighs barely 120 pounds. He has adult onset (type 2) diabetes. He has heart problems. He has painful joint problems. His blood pressure is high. 

He only likes to eat a few certain things, such as fish, fruit, certain vegetables, and rice. He rarely eats sweets except for the occasional almond cookie. His favorite sweet treat is figs or dates. If I bring home fig newtons, he eats a couple of those after dinner. He loves to drink green tea at every meal.

Where some people have trouble lowering weight, he has trouble keeping his weight up. Sadly, he is also beginning to show signs of cognition loss. He is not a well man.

My point here is I know how some of you have struggled, being belittled for something which is not so much in your control, although it is fashionable to make you think your body is all your fault. 

From what I have observed, people are as they are. Some of us cannot gain weight if we try. I am one of these. Others cannot lose weight no matter what they try, including some rather unhealthy methods such as using stimulant drugs and herbs, and certainly making themselves unhappy through deprivation and hating themselves.

These thoughts have some personal concern to me, as my sister has suffered with eating disorders due to a fear of being ridiculed for tending to be plump. 

Life is too short for such things as hating one's body. I know you might think me a hypocrite saying this, considering that I do not have a "problem" body. However, looking at my father, I wonder if I am looking in a mirror at problems I may have in 20 years.

Let us not worry about such things as having a perfect body, which is impossible. Let us enjoy sharing our favorite music and other passions, and let us love and be kind to each other.

~DJ Poe~

If only Fat People get Fat People Diseases, Why Did my Skinny MIL Die From a Stroke?

This image was found at this wonderful blog

I didn't really feel like it was appropriate to put this in the previous post, but my mother in law died a few months after suffering a stroke. You know how strokes are supposed to be things that happen to fat people? She was a tiny, skinny woman. She stood barely five feet tall and only weighed about 92 pounds. So by the logic of the anti-fat brigade, should she have not lived forever?

I'm five foot six and weigh closer to 292 pounds. I'm a nurse, so I know the importance of keeping an eye on certain basic readings. I'm doing fine. My doctor says I'm doing fine. He's a wise man. He says the only time weight is a concern to him is if there are sudden marked increases, which generally indicate fluid gain. Fluid gain comes on with issues such as kidney dysfunction. It's sad, but my doc is in the minority.

My cousin has lost about 30 pounds working out in the therapy pool at the facility where she works. Having worked in health care for many years, both of our bodies are pretty beat up. I'm going to ask the rehab center affiliated with our hospital if there's any chance I could work out in their pool after hours. If not, I think I'll take my cousin up on her suggestion that I could use the pool at the facility where she works. They allow the public to use it for a fee.

Here's something to note. My cousin was not TRYING to lose weight. I will not be TRYING to lose weight. The thing that sold me was not the weight loss, it's the increased flexibility and range of motion that she's been going on about. Flexibility is so important and so underrated. It's always the last quality addressed in exercise, but is as important as strength or stamina.

Certainly it's more important than "being skinny." As a nurse, I end up seeing people who become "skinny" for life and health threatening reasons all the time. Sudden weight fluctuations in either direction are always red flags. Weight measurement should be used for catching problems like endocrine dysfunction of other health concerns. It should not be used as a means of berating people.

Seeing as blaming and shaming always work so well, you'd think that other health care professionals would get a clue, right? So many times I find myself facepalming at the idiot remarks made by my own kind. They make them while I'm sitting right there, not intending to hurt me, but simply out of ignorance and brainwashing.

Maybe you can never be too rich, but you can sure be obsessed with being too thin! The poison of our thin-centric society is more than obvious. Eating disorders in young people, particularly young women, are more rampant than ever. Now that is a serious problem, but people are putting on their blinders. As long as these girls are skinny, they're healthy. Right?

It's time that we start berating the douchebags who think that insulting fat people is okay. Those who use mean humor are not funny. Let's quit stroking their limp egos.

My body happens to look a lot like the body of the larger woman. My husband, who stands about six foot two (took after his father in the height department) and weighs around 175 pounds, has no qualms about touching my body. He is not a "chubby chaser." The woman he was with before me was a model. She had a body that women in this society (myself included) envy.

We ended up together after he broke up with her. We worked together and had been friends for nearly three years. He asked me if I'd be his date to a fund raiser that he was involved with and I said "sure." That evening, we both realized how much we really enjoyed being together and decided to try another date, this time to the Museum of Natural History, which is something we both love. 

We were walking through the minerals exhibition and he took my hand. I hoped that he wouldn't let go. We bought tickets for a show at the planetarium, and partway through, he asked if he could kiss me. He didn't stick his tongue down my throat or try to grope me. But his lips stayed on mine for what was a good long time, and yet not nearly long enough.

When he dropped me off at home, he didn't try to get in my pants, but we held onto each other for quite a while. He asked me why we hadn't done this before.

"Because you were with someone and we work together," I said.

"Ja, there's that," was his answer. "But I don't think this shall be a problem. You want to do this again, I'd like that. You don't want to do it again like this, we are friends still."

I wanted to do it again.

Of course I worried that he was "settling" for the fat broad because he couldn't make things work with the gorgeous model, who happened to be trying to change him into something that was more cosmopolitan, more visually appealing in her eyes. I wondered how he could "downgrade" from her to me.

When I eventually confessed my fears to him, he was genuinely surprised. He said he never saw me as a downgrade. He said that we enjoyed each other's company and he never felt like I was trying to change him into something he wasn't. That was what was important to him. Not the number that came up when I stepped on a scale.

Nils and I had our ten year wedding anniversary this year. Because of his mother's health issues, we really didn't have much of a celebration. We decided to postpone our anniversary celebration proper to the anniversary of when we first started dating, back on December 15, 1999. Maybe we'll spend Christmas in the mountains, making out to Riding the Storm Out. 

Some might think the thought of a skinny, knobby-kneed, tow-headed fortyish Norwegian guy with a slightly receding hairline making out with a fat, fiftyish American brunette who looks far more like Rosie O'Donnell than Mila Kunis or whoever is the Hollywood flavor of the month these days, is "disgusting." Neither of us look like supermodel manikins. But I happen to think that two people in love is beautiful, no matter what they look like.

I get more turned on seeing my husband naked than I do seeing any Hollywood actor or G.Q. model, and his actions would indicate that he's far from disgusted with my body. He once said "If you could see yourself through my eyes, you would want to fuck yourself."

Perhaps I should do that--and let him watch, of course.

Yeah, it's disgusting, I know. At least to all the namby-pamby little wimps who want a blow-up doll who won't do annoying things like talk or demand to be treated like a human being. A fat woman having sex, and a partner who enjoys having sex with her. Ewwww....gross!

Know what? I don't care what they think. My amazing husband is on call at the hospital today, so I better get on this, just in case one of our colleagues happens to call in with Beer Fever, as is prone to happening on weekends. 

Wishing you love and peace, no matter what your size.

Aurora