I’m getting to the point where I don’t even know where the world stands on the body positivity thing anymore. All discourse is so cartoonishly hyperbolic I can barely believe it’s not parody. For my part I’m a fan of big girls, but I also understand the reality that it’s not healthy. I’m living that shit every day at this point. I get that there’s a spectrum and other factors and genetics, so whatever. I don’t want to have some daytime talk show debate about it where it ends with chairs thrown around. Like, if you don’t know a person just don’t bring it up. They almost assuredly have people in their lives who they can talk to about it, or are forced to, or whatever. Just mind your business. Your average fat person is well aware they’re fat and you don’t have to point it out to them. If they aren’t aware you trying to “help” isn’t going to do anything anyway. If you just want to be mean about it because it pleases you I can’t help in any way, so do whatever you want. You were never not going to do that anyway.
From where I sit in the writer’s… spot on the floor… It seems like it would be nice to feel wanted. It’s not something I’ve ever been capable of feeling because ultimately I hate myself deep deep down inside and wouldn’t believe it even if it was true. It seems like it would be nice to feel that way and it could move someone to feeling romantic feelings.
I used to get messages from time to time from women who thought it was nice to see girls of all shapes being objects of affection, so I’m just going to keep assuming that someone, somewhere, feels happy and “seen” as the kids say because I like to write stories where fat chicks get to be happy too.
If nothing else I’m glad there are people who enjoy these tales of my thinly veiled fetish.
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For now let us plan to meet here again on Monday and see what new things I make up for your amusement. See you then, you sexy, sexy, people who I’m in a parasocial relationship with.