Tired of thin people writing about how grotesque it is to exist as a fat person.
Dunn gives power to ugliness and outcasts and people living on the fringe, which I adore. It is, however, tender to always have fatness tied to otherness, like fat people can’t also be pretty and desirable and funny and gentle.
That major critique aside, I adore Dunn’s control of language, enjoyed the imagery, and am grateful we all are able to experience her work in new ways even after her death. This story was not quite as powerful as Geek Love, but was obviously influenced by Dunn’s life, and was the book she needed to write when she did. The introduction adds delightful depth to the book.
I am fully fully FULLY pro choice, pro making penis owners take responsibility for their penis, pro most things in this book. However the book is poorly written, far too binary, and feels more like a friends text rant than an argumentative essay.