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DANGER, Curves Ahead

DANGER, Curves Ahead Cleo Gardiner I hate that bumper sticker ‘Save the whales and Harpoon a fat chick’. It makes me flush with anger! For, I am known as a woman who flourishes with movement. My fine hips swing, simmering on a low heat. Filling the air I occupy, with curves and my earthly willfulness. Which.. like a cat’s claws must be stretched. I control time and space. My hips and I can reign the room I enter, like a pendulum, hypnotic, rhythmic and free. They are my centre of gravity, vibrating an energy that resonates with the heat of my flesh. Some say my tits are the heat of my sexual power, Buxom Full Plump. I am well acquainted with the sex I emanate, it stems from the power and meat of my body. It entices, agitates and thrills, in its well developed form. Somatechnics 2.1 (2012): 57–59 DOI: 10.3366/soma.2012.0039 # Edinburgh University Press www.eupjournals.com/soma Somatechnics My body cannot be contained or enslaved by the falsehood that sexy can only be found in lean meat. Nor can I be cut, trimmed and dispensed into smaller, exact sizes for packing, freezing and eating. For, I AM GOURMET FRESH! I have been http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Somatechnics Edinburgh University Press

DANGER, Curves Ahead

Somatechnics , Volume 2 (1): 57 – Mar 1, 2012

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Edinburgh University Press
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© Edinburgh University Press
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Articles; Film, Media and Cultural Studies
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2044-0138
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2044-0146
DOI
10.3366/soma.2012.0039
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Abstract

Cleo Gardiner I hate that bumper sticker ‘Save the whales and Harpoon a fat chick’. It makes me flush with anger! For, I am known as a woman who flourishes with movement. My fine hips swing, simmering on a low heat. Filling the air I occupy, with curves and my earthly willfulness. Which.. like a cat’s claws must be stretched. I control time and space. My hips and I can reign the room I enter, like a pendulum, hypnotic, rhythmic and free. They are my centre of gravity, vibrating an energy that resonates with the heat of my flesh. Some say my tits are the heat of my sexual power, Buxom Full Plump. I am well acquainted with the sex I emanate, it stems from the power and meat of my body. It entices, agitates and thrills, in its well developed form. Somatechnics 2.1 (2012): 57–59 DOI: 10.3366/soma.2012.0039 # Edinburgh University Press www.eupjournals.com/soma Somatechnics My body cannot be contained or enslaved by the falsehood that sexy can only be found in lean meat. Nor can I be cut, trimmed and dispensed into smaller, exact sizes for packing, freezing and eating. For, I AM GOURMET FRESH! I have been

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SomatechnicsEdinburgh University Press

Published: Mar 1, 2012

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