Fat Chicks, Nude Pix

...the fat closet. Before I came out, I used to worry that my lovers would notice my fat butt; now I make sure they notice it. I don’t allow that number on the scale to keep me from any of the joys of life, and that most definitely includes the joys of sex. For more information on the fat revolution, check out the new book FAT!SO? from Ten Speed Press, written by me. Marilyn Wann Oh, Marilyn, please. If you’re happy fat, that’s fine, and if your fat ass isn’t getting in the way of your joy, have a Snickers bar. But the guy I was responding to wasn’t happy, and fat was messing with his joy. He took issue with his wife’s fat ass, and to make everything equal, I took issue with his. I’ve read FAT!SO? and I recommend it. But you have a political agenda (get happy fat!) while I have an advice agenda (unhappy fat? lose some weight). Yes, bodies come in different shapes and sizes, and we need to be more accepting of difference. Personally, I think the new Mega-Monica looked great on Saturday Night Live. But advising adults whose tastes have been shaped by forces beyond their control, your control, and my control to learn to love fat asses–well, that isn’t particularly realistic or helpful. On the health side, being too fat–like being too thin–can endanger your health. Fat is only a risk factor, which means a fat person may never actually suffer an obesity-related illness (though you don’t see many 270-pound little old ladies running around, do you?). That you and the boyfriend are currently healthy doesn’t mean obesity isn’t potentially harmful. Think of it like this: None of my friends who smoke have cancer–at the moment. If you’re comfortable fat and comfortable with the attendant risks, then you don’t need my advice, or anyone else’s. Like my friends who smoke, it’s your business. But the guy who wrote me wasn’t happy, and asked for my advice. So? Considering how quick you are to whine about stupidity in others, you show an amazing surplus. That an “average serving” of semen is anything close to five tablespoons is preposterous. To claim that something which is over 80 percent water has more calories by volume than pure sugar (16 cal/tsp) is equally preposterous. And where did you get that “17 grams of fat” figure from? The “average serving” is about one teaspoon. Take away the water and the “residue,” and what you have left is a mixture of protein and sugar. At a whopping four cal/gram for proteins and eight calories for pure fats, we’re not even up to two calories if the guy was shooting Crisco. MWG Right you are, MWG. Somehow my research assistant, Kevin, confused the fat and calorie content in two servings of crème fraîche with that in one serving of come. We all make mistakes from time to time, and I rely on Kevin to make mine for me. About dirty pictures… I’ve worked at three different film processing companies. At Walgreens, censorship was left to the operators. If I wanted to print pictures of an orgy, that was my right. Employees in the lab would, however, call other store employees over to gawk or laugh at people’s pictures. After Walgreens, I was hired at a Ritz Camera lab. We would get nude pictures all the time, and we treated them like any other pictures. Then I went to work for a photography studio where everyone wore ties. It seemed very professional, but… nude pictures were ARCHIVED by several of the employees, distributed to other stores, and put up on people’s web pages. A PROFESSIONAL STUDIO! As my story demonstrates, one can’t recommend a single kind of company for confidential prints. If you want to make sure no one is stealing your pictures, go to a lab where you can see the prints being made (to prevent them from making duplicates), and ask ahead of time about censorship. RW Good advice, RW. Of course, folks with digital cameras don’t have to worry about where their film is developed, and unless they e-mail them to someone untrustworthy, their pics won’t wind up on some pervert’s website. Go digital. Your test of Wal-Mart photo developers doesn’t sound scientific. You took pics of yourself kissing your boyfriend and your sister. Well, how are the film developers supposed to know the woman you’re kissing is your sister? They can see the homosexuality, but unless you’ve got a sign over her saying “MY SISTER” they have no way of spotting the incest. Pierre Got me there, Pierre. There are fatal flaws in our Wal-Mart test, which is Kevin’s fault, of course. We were able to salvage our experiment, though. We took some pictures of a dog kissing me (lots of tongue), and sent them to a Wal-Mart in Maine. Soon we’ll know whether Wal-Mart is pro-bestiality. Your advice to the woman who didn’t like the taste of come to “get used to it and swallow” sucked. A far better response would have been to spit. Agnew Come on, Agnew. The woman I advised to acquire a taste for come didn’t want to swallow because she didn’t like the taste, making your advice at least as unhelpful as mine. Your taste buds are on top of your tongue, toward the front of your mouth. If you allow your partner to come in your mouth, then hold the come in your mouth before spitting, where’s the come? It’s right on top of your taste buds! Either you have to get used to the taste, or refrain from letting people come in your mouth… unless…. if you can jam his cock down your throat when he starts to come, the come will shoot straight into your stomach, and your taste buds will be spared. One day the world will discover that you make up your letters. Some of your advice is enlightening, but you tell lies like the rest of the commercial world. Why don’t you at least make an effort to do a legitimate column? Disappointed Why, Disappointed, would you waste time bearing false witness–accusing me of making up my letters–when the truth is so much more damning? First, while there are lies in my column, they’re generally not in the questions. They’re in the answers. Second, I’m lazy. Writing the questions as well as the answers would mean more work for me. Like all legitimate advice columnists, I write half my column, and I let my readers write the other half–but I get all the money. That’s the way it works in this part of the commercial world, and that’s the way I like it. letters@savagelove.net