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Date:2006-11-17 18:30
Mood: bouncy


Introductions are in order. Je suis Jeanette... I go by a wide variety of monikers including but not limited to Jen, le Jen, and Lady J.

I am:

living in Eureka, CA for now
a photographer (breaking into fetish and alternative erotica)
265 lbs give or take
a size 24ish
into body modification
a debate coach
a college graduate
pretty random at times
pictured here

Okay... back to your regular scheduled lives.

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Date:2004-08-22 23:01
Mood: crappy

i've belonged to a certain bbw group here in san diego and for the most part...i've loved it. it's freindly, warm and accepting. or at least it was until i found out something. apparently, none of the women trust to have me around their men...especially alone. now, i have not been known to mess around with taken men. now, if it is an open relationship, i have been involved with a couple years and years ago.
but some ladies (if you can call them that) told the nice woman and new friend of mine that brought me, never to leave her man alone with me. so, apparently they think i've stolen men away from people. i've messed around with like 3 men from that group. ALL SINGLE. or at least that is what they have told me. last time i went to game night and was making out (+ a bit more) with a guy, yeah, he came with someone else. but he started flirting with me first...so i asked him how long he had been dating the girl he came with. "oh ----? no no. she's just my ride. she thoght i'd like it here and said it was fun. so she brought me." therefore, i was like "ok...this guy is ok to flirt with." he kissed me first. he even kept sitting by me...yadda yadda. but that is the closest i've come to hooking up with someone from that group that had any kind of possible ties with anyone else. and he said that they weren't dating. so what the fuck?
is this what those bitches are basing it on? they have a saying, "what happens at gamenight, STAYS at gamenight." and it can get pretty damned wild. so if the guy wasn't with anyone, no harm no foul, right?
THIS is EXACTLY why i hardly have any true female friends. they always think i go after their men. WHY THE FUCK WOULD I DO THAT IF I CAN GET MY OWN DAMNED MEN?!! thankfully, the very nice lady taht gave me a ride, thought that they were very wrong to talking shit about me behind my back.
someone else there asked me about what happened bewteen david and myself. she sat there as i told her the whole story. told me one of hers and then proceeded to give me advice. which was very nice of her. as she was gettign up to go inside, she said, "well, at least you are amongst friends now." i told her, "yes. and i'm very grateful." later on i find out about the shit that was talked about my being a man-stealer or something...
now i think, "it would be if they really WERE my friends."
and i thought the bbw group would be more accepting of a woman that thinks the human body is a beautiful thing and should be shared with other like minded, single people. fuck them! it only goes to show that you can't ever tell who your REAL friends are.

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Date:2004-05-27 13:06
Subject:You guys are great ;)
Mood: horny

hahahahaha, the idea of this community makes me piss my pants. Fat, Dramatic, Bi.. holy crap, it's great. WELLLLLLL... on that note, Hi :) My name is Billie, I'm 15, and I am bi. I have pictures so you can all laugh and point and say "haha, look at that fat girl" and have all the fun you like because being fat makes life oh so much more annoying.  mmm, i wouldn't mind a checkers apple pie right now.  yummy.


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Date:2004-05-26 02:39
Mood: tired

I'm really tired, but I love the idea of this lj commnunity. So...I'm posting now. ROCK!!!

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Date:2003-12-26 14:08
Mood: dirty

hello ladies!

i'm new! my name is Arwen and i'm bi! enjoy the pics!


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Date:2003-11-21 11:35
Subject:This Girl.....
Mood: confused

I want to hate her. I want to shoot glares of seething rage at her and think bad things about her and hope she dies. I want to be able to tell her exactly what I think of her.

But I can't.

Because I like her. Because some of the things she does are so much like what I have done. But she takes it to another level. I jsut am not sure anymore. I like her, as a freind and nothing more. I feel a close bond with her, because we are so much the same. But the differences are killing me. Teh people she hurts do not desreve this. That is why I want to hate her. BUt I cannot actually bring myself to hate her.

This is very hard for me, I can't like and hate somebody, I feel like karma is going to come and get me just for having bad feelings about somebody I consider a freind. This rage fills me that I cannot describe and I jsut want to attack her, but at the same time I want to help her and be kind and thoughtful and be her friend.

I'm so confused.........

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Date:2003-11-01 20:54
Subject:For People Who Believe in Brutal Honesty

I was hit on by a drugged out(up?) girl and a drunk guy. That does not help my self esteem. As soon as they come out of it and see me in the light, I know they'll be repulsed. There's a guy who called me "unattractive" repeatedly (not to my face, but online through his LJ) and then later that night told me he had brief sexual fantasies about me. I guess you don't have to think someone's attractive to wanna have sex with them! Too bad for everyone that my legs are closed so fucking tight right now because I wish I was dead and don't want to talk about it with anybody because I don't want to get hurt again. I am getting so angry defensively recently, but then later that night I just broke down and cried and I'm not even sure why. I just used the excuse that I need lots of rest or else I get really emotional. I can't tell when I'm being delusional and when there is actually something good going on. I can't tell if I'm going where I want to go because it's fun or because I want to run myself down until I have nothing left to lose. I hate this. I keep on making these stupid posts, most of them probably more eloquent and detailed than this one, and this one is the one I make public. Figures.

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Date:2003-10-27 08:24
Subject:what is up with this!?!?!?!
Mood: annoyed

what is the deal with stupid comic writers today? I didn't think they were supposed to be cruel, or write sac things, but apparently they think they should because here it is......

mean to old folks
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poor flipper

and I'm sure there are probably more that I don't read but this is just plain wrong.

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Date:2003-10-02 03:54
Subject:*sings* Everyone's swinging around!

I was going to put this in my journal, but I'd rather clutter up this page:

Is everyone in the world in such great pain? It seems like just about everyone (translation: more than 4) on my friend's list is caught within the worst stage of their life. I wish I was some kind of Healing Fairy with a big fluffy bow and sparkly wand. POINK! POINK! See, the world is wonderful and happy and all the little children are playing lalalala. And then I get angry. The sparkly wand becomes a hefty sledgehammer and the cheerful grin is the grin of death. And then I get depressed. My weapon shrivels away into some kind've Freudian symbol and I just become the nothingness. Beyond that, the lust hands me a giant penile pretender that I can no longer hide behind my back and must force into the closet. For a moment, the loneliness is back, nothingness, longing. I can only draw dark circles, over and over again, all over my page, until even I must see the symbolism. And the drama ensues. I make this kind of entry, for instance. This is why I stopped keeping up with live journal (and just about everything else).

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Date:2003-09-30 00:04
Subject:I hate those people....
Mood: bitchy

I hate this person.... because they are skinny, and nice, and funny, I hate the people who have too many friends. na d you have none. and it's like they have all the really good friends and you're left scraping to bottom of the barrle and end up with a magic playing secretly gay chronic masturbater and a punk chick whose only wet dreeam is kiking your ass because you copied her hairstyle, but you didn't you were just bored in class. I wish I could jsut walk up to them all and say "Fuck you, you can't have all the good riends, and the looks and the money and the lack of confusion. YOu need to have people tell you that you are wrong, that every thing about you is fucked up, that you will never amount to anything. You need to have your hair turn green becaue of you fucking twelve dollar a bottle shampoo and have your boyfriend leave you for your slutty manipulative new kid friend, who you've secretly had a crush on since you befriended her that day on the bus in seventh grade. Fuck you and your mother who can drop everything fo ryou and your daddy with the endless wallet and your fucking church gorup and your fucking good grades, an your boyfriend who loves you no matter how many nights you puke in his car after his sister gets you drunk. Fuck you."

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