do people know any fashion games like Fashion Dreamer or Love Nikki that focus on fat people/only have fat characters. i like putting guys in outfits but i would Love to see stuff where the designers put a lot of effort into thinking about what shapes are cool and interesting on fat people
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By David Hernandez
via the Poetry Foundation
We the people, we the one
times 320 million, I’m rounding up, there’s really
too many grass blades to count,
wheat plants to tally, just see
the whole field swaying from here to that shy
blue mountain. Swaying
as in rocking, but also the other
definition of the verb: we sway, we influence,
we impress. Unless we’re asleep,
the field’s asleep, more a postcard
than a real field, portrait of the people
unmoved. You know that shooting last week?
I will admit the number dead
was too low to startle me
if you admit you felt the same,
and the person standing by you
agrees, and the person beside that person.
It has to be double digits,
don’t you think? To really
shake up your afternoon? I’m troubled by
how untroubled I felt, my mind’s humdrum
regarding the total coffins, five
if you care to know, five still
even if you don’t. I’m angry
I’m getting used to it, the daily
gunned down, pop-pop on Wednesday,
Thursday’s spent casings
pinging on the sidewalk. It all sounds
so industrial, there’s nothing metal
that won’t make a noise, I’m thinking every gun
should come with a microphone,
each street with loudspeakers
to broadcast their banging.
We would never sleep, the field
always awake, acres of swaying
up to that shy blue mountain, no wonder
why it cowers on the horizon, I mean
look at us, look with the mountain’s eyes
we the people
putting holes in the people.
A Note from the Editor
David Hernandez was the first recipient of the Gwendolyn Brooks Outstanding Poet of Illinois Award. He once said, “Being a poet is an excuse to be a human being." Selected by February guest editor Rick Kogan.
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my seal buddies
- Pancake: Large grey realistic seal. Looks like a grumpus, very nice to hug. The first of my seals, so named because he arrived vacuum-packed and coiled into a spiral, and stayed pretty flat after uncoiling. Like a pancake. (I fluffed him up eventually.)
- Bao: Tiny white seal orb. Likes to get up to mischief. I feel like the name is pretty self-explanatory.
- Dutch Baby a.k.a. "Da Baby": Large white seal in a lemon costume. Named Dutch Baby because all my seals are baked goods and lemon is delicious on a Dutch Baby. Usually hanging out nearby when I'm reading.
I don't have any eared seal plushes because I am Seal Biased and being an orb > standing up on your flippers
