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Seriously, unless you are fat, or have been fat, for a longer period of time? You have no business telling people that thin privilege does not exist. If you are fat, and you feel like it isn’t part of your experience, fair enough. But if you have never been fat, what makes you think you know what it’s like for fat people?

Unless you are thin or have been thin you dont have the right to say that thin privilege exists :)
Do you realize how dumb you sound? :))) Or do you think that only fat people are entitled to an opinion? :)

No, I’m saying that only fat people know what it’s like to be a fat person. I’d say that’s fairly logical, wouldn’t you?

I am white, straight and cis, and I know that I am often blind to the fact that I experience white, straight and cis privilege. But me not seeing it does not give me the right to tell non-white, non-straight and non-cis people that it does not exist.

You can have whatever opinion you like, but if you are not part of a particular group, it is not your business to tell them what their experience is.

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She-Hulk by Reverie-drawingly on deviantART

She-Hulk by Reverie-drawingly on deviantART.

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Work (3467 words) by Kahvi [AO3]

Fandom: Red Dwarf
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Dave Lister/Arnold Rimmer
Characters: Kryten (Red Dwarf)

Summary: Mechanoids don’t sleep, but like all intelligent beings, they need to dream in order to organize and file the information in their brains properly. Being mechanoids, however, they tend to do this rather literally. And Kryten is not looking particularly forward to tonight’s filing…

Excerpt:

As the memory ended, Kryten attempted to bite his lip. This was made difficult by the fact that he didn’t – strictly speaking – have any teeth, but he gave it his best shot. Taking care not to look at the photo and thus re-start the memory, he filed it under “M,” for misunderstandings. With some trepidation, he dug around in the box, looking for the shot of Mr. Rimmer clutching his jaw. This was not going to be pleasant, he thought, as the image of Rimmer started to scream.

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Another oldie, and another one I’m quite fond of. 

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Red Dwarf fic: Sight - David Lister/Various

(Repost of old fic - too short for AO3, IMO. But I rather like it.)

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There was this about David Lister; he had no idea what just the sight of him could do to people. Take Kristine Kochanski, who could not pass him in the hallway, long after they had broken up, without needing to go and have a quiet sit-down and try to think very hard about cold showers. Sometimes, when she sat close by him in the disco, he would look up from his drink, and meet her eyes just so, and she would get a sudden yearning for a fresh change of underwear.

Take the cute little redhead bartender on Mimas, whose name Lister had never even bothered to learn (it was Helena), who, after he’d felt her up ‘round the back one drunken night, would have to excuse herself whenever he came barging in, sick of the desperate situation he had landed himself in, meager savings burning a considerable hole in his single pair of trousers.

Or take, perhaps, Lise Yates, who had been forced to glue shut the pages of her photo album in which he featured. She’d considered burning, or throwing the pictures away, but she always changed her mind at the last moment. And every once in a while, she would tear the pages apart again, curl up in her favorite chair and sit there, staring; wondering just where the two of them had gone wrong.

You could also take Olaf Petersen, who would sit behind Lister in the shuttle headed back from planet-leave, staring at the other man’s legs and wondering if he still had that tattoo; if he remembered why he’d gotten it, and what had really happened that night. And when Lister would turn and crack a joke, he would laugh along, and down yet another can of whiskey. He never showed Lister his tattoo.

And take Edie Hamilton, the only girl on Z-shift that could keep up with his drinking, and smoked as much as he did. Did he never notice those hungry looks she gave his butt when he got up to buy the next round, or the way she would always fall and lean against him when they shuffled their way back to their respective quarters? Disregard the drinking factor, and there were many Edie Hamiltons, all wrapped around Lister’s finger with charm with little or not conscious effort from him. And did he notice? Did he kittens.

He had an absolutely horrendous effect on Arnold Judas Rimmer. As if being dead and incorporeal wasn’t enough, Rimmer was now faced with an existence in which the mere sight of David Lister made him want to curl up inside himself and hide under his bunk. Well, it made him want to do a whole host of other things, mainly; the curling up and hiding was mostly there to prevent him from actually thinking about those all that much.

And so when Lister stood in front of the mirror and frowned at his silhouette, clearly displeased with what he saw, Rimmer would always jump at the chance to belittle and mock his appearance, shape and style, because that helped him to get away from the fact that what he really wanted to do was lick those smegging overalls off that strong, tan body; to keep going until Lister screamed for mercy, so that Rimmer could make him pay, make him suffer for the way he’d made Rimmer want to lick him in the first place.

Yes, there was this about Lister. And if he ever got a body, Rimmer swore, the first thing he would do was punch that smegger out before he had time to look at him properly.

God only knew what might happen if he didn’t. Because there was that, about Lister.

reapersun:

i have a serious problem and it’s called spirk in panties

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atomic-mayonnaise:

I will give big bills of american cash money to people who can rec me fics with Deb and Arlene…

Just “with”, i.e. featuring, or “about”, i.e. focusing on the pair of them? I could blow my own trumpet a little for the former, but…

Thanks for the rec m’dear!

Does this mean I should post my other Deb/Arlene stuff to AO3? I can’t guarantee it’s quality. :p

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Commission for Sherkeys! Some sneaky assassin Mary Morstan love for her ;) 

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photo by martin schoeller

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Seriously, unless you are fat, or have been fat, for a longer period of time? You have no business telling people that thin privilege does not exist. If you are fat, and you feel like it isn’t part of your experience, fair enough. But if you have never been fat, what makes you think you know what it’s like for fat people?

,,

Can a thin person have body image struggles? Can a thin person be at war with their self-image? Can a thin person hate to look in the mirror?

Absolutely.

And does that suck?

Absolutely.

But the difference between these negative feelings and fatphobia is this: The only person worrying about whether or not I’m meeting beauty standards is me.

And that’s not the same for fat folk.

When you’re not thin, other people on the beach actually do take offense. When you’re not thin, people really do think that you shouldn’t be in a bathing suit. When you’re not thin, people really do make your body their moral obligation.

And while your internal struggle is real and significant, the point is: You might hate your body, but society doesn’t.

That’s thin privilege.

Let’s Talk About Thin Privilege — Everyday Feminism  (via atcamilacabello97)

Yeah, I’m actually gonna call bullshit on this. What I see, as a man, looking in from the outside, knowing women of all different shapes and sizes, is that society polices all women’s bodies, be they fat, thin or somewhere in between. If a woman’s thin she can be “too thin” or she “needs to eat”…maybe she’s “dangerously thin.” You just have to look at magazines and you’ll see that one week there’s a photo spread pointing out celebrity women’s cellulite, the next it’s the female celebrities who have “gone too far” and are “dangerously thin”…then the next it’s famous women at the beach who’ve “let themselves go.” Our society functions to tell women that their bodies are wrong, no matter what shape they are (and, of course, will then sell them the products that will “fix” them). How many jokes have you heard about Madonna’s arms? Remember when Geri Halliwell lost all that weight and everyone said that she had the body of a little boy?

Our society constantly tells women that their bodies are wrong. They’re too fat, they’re too thin, their boobs are too small, or too big, they shouldn’t wear too much make up, but they should make an effort, real women have curves, but they should have a thigh gap.

This is how it seems to me - there’s no such thing as thin privilege. Because all women’s bodies are policed, all women’s bodies are seen as public property and fair game to be commented on. If you’re a woman and you have a body you are constantly being told that it is wrong, no matter what shape it is.

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Well, first of all, thin privilege is not something that only affects women. People of all genders gain privilege from not being fat. That does not mean they do not experience body policing or the male gaze, or any of the other bullshit society throws at people. However, fat people are treated differently than non-fat people. That is a thing. It is a harmful thing (for just one example, fat people with eating disorders are often not believed, and suffer severe health problems as a result), and erasing it helps no one.

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gregorywelter:

Happy wedding John

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allhailthedicks:

My favourite pilot ♥ ♥ ♥

Would anyone be interested in podfic of any of my stories? I feel like recording some.

I actually do all the voices, because I’m a dork.

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