Yawn and stretch) now that I have had some rest…..

Normally I paint a scene and give everyone a bit of background information but I feel that this incident of jackassery needs no such introduction

For suggesting that I lack the ability to do my job because I am fat.
Fuck you!!
Fuck you!!
Fuck You!!!!!!
I wish I had paid more attention in latin and biology class so that I could appropriately place you into the correct order, family, species, and genus of Ed Hardy Brotard you were obviously born into.

You know two years ago I would have cried. I would have been embarrassed. I would have not eaten for a week and then crawled inside a couple of cartons of Häagen-Dazs but now

Now I refuse to let some sizest shit head send me spiraling into a binge and purger.
Yeah I’m fat
and I’m also a damn skippy therapist
My size has nothing to do with my precision or skill you (insert all sorts of hyphenated f-bomb references to the vilest creatures imaginable) My deep tissue is a beast and my therapeutic precision capabilities have been trained tested and proven. So lets call a spade a spade. It wasn’t about the massage was it? It’s because as Kathryn put it “I didn’t make your dick hard”. If you wanted a massage you can jack off to you should have peeped the fucking metro jackass.

And while I’m on this mini massage rant
Little Miss Vanity… male massage therapist don’t want to molest you.
Homophobic Douche Bag… male massage therapist don’t want to molest you either and I know several tiny female massage therapists that will make you cry uncle with their deep tissue.

We are professionals… we go to school for this and judging our work based on size, sex or sexual-orientation makes you kinda suck

like a hoover.