The Journey Begins

47 Days until departure.

Oh fuck. Here is another travel blog in the sea of thousands. Itself drowning. It may never get to the surface and, honestly, that’s okay. They say that blogging is kind of like free therapy. It allows your thoughts to become physical and aloud, almost, and in that way it is very cathartic.

Do they say that? No one has said that. I made that up. It sounds like a real thing though, right?

I am another white, cis-genedered male who is writing a blog about his experiences (boring). I am a homosexual and I am very overweight (could be interesting). The BMI scale would say that I am obese, but what the fuck does it know? Some guy with a degree made it up (from the fucking 1830s AND WE STILL USE THIS!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY WERE DOING IN THE 1830S?! BLOODLETTING) and everyone went, “Yep! True!” Now we still follow that archaic thing making people, like myself, always feel pushed down. Oh well, at least there’s a lot of delicious food down here where I am at, you skinny bitches. I am writing this blog more for myself than for anyone to actually read. I think my voice is somewhat unique (don’t we all think that…) and travelling while being gay is definitely something I need to be aware of, so is being fat. There is some great material on travelling LGBTQ+ people (especially by Lonely Planet) that is very insightful. It can be dangerous to be noticeably gay in other countries (including our own…). This definitely something I will be commenting on and being aware of, however, I may be limited in my view as I am a straight-passing homosexual and I may not get the same discrimination or experience as my other friends would receive. I will, however, definitely be the subject matter of being fat and out of shape travelling to other places on foot, (stairs, the natural enemy of fat people…also having to bend over to tie your shoes, amirite?), by sea, by air, etc. It may not be that different at all from my current situation! It might be better, who knows. But here in North America, it’s very easy to be fat and live life to its full…OH EXCEPT BEING IN PUBLIC WHEN PEOPLE MAKE COMMENTS OR TREAT YOU DIFFERENTLY OR DON’T WANT TO FUCK YOU BECAUSE THEY FEAR THEY MAY CATCH “THE FAT.” Looking at you male gay community. Looking right at you, twinks. (If you feel I am whining too much, then lol, go read something else).

While I have been researching a lot about my travels to Thailand in September I have seen lots of blogs and posts from people offering advice, information about what to wear, where to get money, how the weather fairs, and other stuff of that nature. Most of them written by travellers or Expats. Almost exclusively white. And pretty much all of them straight and in shape. I couldn’t find a lot on what happens to fat people who go to travel and live in tropical places. Do they melt? Do they become extinct? Cannibalism? Or do they simply not go? And what is their quality of life? Is it hard or is it the same for everyone of all body types? Somehow in this tropical setting all body types are not discriminated against and ALL melt and are uncomfortable? WHAT A WORLD THAT WOULD BE. I have a suspicion that that it is not likely. It is at least two different kinds of uncomfortable, if there is one.

I wanted to create a voice that is for the fatties out there who want to travel the world. I wanted an honest, no bullshit voice that wasn’t pretentious or looking for compliments. I started this journey simply by being down and out with my current situation and wanting to get away. I had accepted a job working as an assistant manager at a restaurant (something I had always wanted to do since working in the hospitality industry since I was 16 years old). In doing so I set in a chain of events that eventually led me to hating everything, especially myself, and ruining some relationships along the way. I am an professionally trained opera singer (how fucking smug does that sound?) and in taking this new job I essentially forfeited any chance I had of doing opera. The job took my life away, as I saw it. During this time I was pissy and just ranted and raved saying shit like, “GOOD! FUCK THAT!” While inside, I was beating myself up. I decided that it was time to get away from everyone and everything and travel. My friend, Alicia, and I decided to go to Thailand and teach English. Great! Yay! An escape! I am man titties over heels excited to do this and to tell my story. I don’t know what to expect or what is going to happen, but, oh dear reader, I am taking you along for the ride.

I will be honest and open about my experiences and hopefully shed some light on to how it is for plus-sized beauties, like myself, to travel (and how scared I am to get on a plane and travel for 24 hours while barely fitting in one of those cramped ass seats).

I hope, oh dear reader, that you enjoy this. I don’t think I’m special or really that funny. I don’t think I’m a great writer. But maybe there will be something here for you. Maybe nothing at all, and that’s fine too…but…your lose.

Stay tuned for more boring crap…

Mistakes were made. — Old manager at a restaurant I worked at.