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Caleb Tomas Luna is a fat-disabled-bipoc-neuroqueer-femme-workingclass-autistic-dancing-anticolonilaist-tejanx (9 labels) individual who is very fat, very queer, and very angry that you don't think he's a beautiful goddess worthy of praise for shoving 20 hamburgers down his throat. He's part of a wider (get it!?) network of fat activists who are challenging basically anything and everything, and also somehow blaming it on "fatphobia" and/or coloniliasm.
He lived in West Oakland, CA, now in Berkeley, CA. He was likely born in 1987. If you have more information, please post it.
Most of what he posts is intentional tenderqueer word salad nonsense, scroll through his social media a bit and you'll for sure find some great ones. A brief note, Caleb is fast on the block and sets a lot of his social media to followers-reply-only. If you want to ween him, I think probably just about the only way to do it is catfishing; which, you shouldn't, because that's unfunny and also sucks.
Dancing
Caleb is a professional dancing student. He's not a professional dancer, as he likes to pretend, because professional implies being paid. Because he's not actually good at anything, the best he can do is set up one-man shows using his connections from prestigious Berkeley. In the many years that I've seen him post, the only things I've ever seen disappear from the internet are the dancing videos. If you can find 'em, please add them.
Getting a PHD in being bad at dancing. That's is what he's going to school for, instead of something, you know, useful.
Tragic Backstory
Caleb had a botched surgery when he was a child. That, of course, is sad. His re-telling of it is extremely self aggrandizing and fits into a continual theme you'll see throughout his writing. Mainly: fat bodies good, everything else is designed to kill "Black and brown bodies".Huge reeee. Instead of getting his shit together, he has determined to be proud, fat, and in pain for the rest of his life. What a champ!
in sixth grade, my body broke. i remember hearingfeeling the crack. this was common with/to fat kids, they told me. i had one surgery to repair it, and then another to line my surgeons pockets. 11 years old n just a poor fat brown body to cut open, bleed for money.
because the second was unnecessary, my body broke again—exactly like the first time—and another surgery was performed—exactly like the first one. and then another, as damage control, to keep my body from breaking further, maybe; melded my right knee together because my left leg died, is the language they used. my body never moved the same. my knee doesnt bend to fit a bicycle pedal; my hips won’t do the dances of our people my mom taught me. i stopped growing upwards at 13; i’ve only grown out.
they stripped me to my underwear and took pictures of me from every angle, sent me a nutritionist to fix my body. they didn’t try to fix the medical industrial complex that experiments on, profits off and then kills Black and brown bodies. they didnt reprimand surgeons for performing medically unnecessary surgeries that permanently alter childrens bodies for profit. told me to switch to diet soda; eat fewer burgers, the only thing in life that felt any good.
i’m no stranger to pain—it logically follows having an asymmetrical stance, no matter the size of the body. but last week she wouldnt leave me. i wondered if i should see someone, but i know what doctors do to us. they ignore us, they pathologize us, they break us, they kill us—either purposefully or thru neglect—and then tell the public it is our fault. so convincingly so that when i entered a program to become a doctor of my own at a prestigious university, trying to find meaning in embodying fatness, the only entry point most faculty had to my research is: “but what about health?” as if health is self-evident, as if it is neutral, as if it is a safe pursuit for poor people of color.
but i know about health. i know what it costs. i don’t want to be healthy. i want to be free.
#revengebody #fatness #medicaltrauma #disability [[4 images of Caleb standing still from the front, right, back and left wearing black briefs.]]
By the way, he was so fat that his body broke. Literally child abuse. And of course, the burger shot:
Notice the blurb at the end - this is a tumblr offshoot thing in which they describe the images for disabled people using screenreaders. If you're reading Caleb's instagrams, there's some really unintentionally funny descriptions in there that go beyond "picture of caleb".
Caleb's Sex Life
none. lol. what did you expect? If he was getting laid, he'd brag about slapping his gunt into another gunt and making a valdez-sized sperm spill.Word Salads
This is probably my favorite part about Caleb: he posts these pseudo-academic, highly intentionally phrased word salads in which he tries to fit as many buzzwords in as possible. He's written a few articles, but they're white noise.
In which Caleb and a bunch of other whales say fat people should have been put first for covid care instead of people who had a better chance, and also use the circular logic that more fat people dying is because of less care, instead of like, you know, obesity being a massive comorbidity. Honestly, I find the whole "how do we decide who gets to live" problem incredibly tragic, but a sane response would be: Oh! Maybe being fat has serious risks! I should figure out how to reduce my covid-bomb lard!
As best I can tell, he's on a constant race to tie everything into everything else, and is extremely oppressed.
A quick note, I've been following Caleb on and off for years, and I don't think he has EVER deleted a SINGLE post (except for the disastrous dancing videos). There's a HUGE (pun intended) trove of posts to go through - if any of you see the one where he brags about not showering for a week, please post it.
Links
https://www.instagram.com/chairbreaker/ archive fat queer tejanx visitor to Huichin, Ohlone land (bay area, CA). writing & envisioning fatter strategies toward freedom. they/them.♌️
https://twitter.com/chairbreaker_ archive fat disabled (neuro)queer tejanx thinking fatter strategies toward collective freedom. they/them. #BlackLivesMatter #LandBack.♌️
