I’d not be okay with that
Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love.
this is the realist shit I’ve ever read
I had one of those days where I was really down on myself. An “I don’t feel pretty” day. I wish I was taller (she’s about an inch taller than me). I wish I was muscular. I wish I looked GOOD. Idk, I just feel like whatever “sexy” is, I’m not it, and I wish I was for her.
Come to think of it, I’ve never honestly felt like I was sexy enough for anyone…
THIS IS WHAT COLLEGE FEELS LIKE
Can I just say something? I prefer fat girls, and all that, and it’s fine, cool, whatever. You know what though? Skinny people don’t give a shit that I prefer fat girls. They don’t care, at least not enough to say anything to my face about it (of course I probably scare the shit out of ‘em too). You know who I do get a lot of shit from? You know who doesn’t approve of my preference?
The size acceptance community.
That’s right. The very community I ought to feel comfortable in, makes me feel ashamed and uncomfortable. Because I run a porn blog and I objectify women (sarcasm). If that isn’t the dumbest bunch of shit I’ve ever heard in my life. I like looking at fat girls, who are naked, and in various states off arousal. Apparently this makes me a bad person. Because I like looking at naked fat girls, I’m some kind of pervert to be despised and shamed of. And when I vent and talk about how I feel, I’m treated like an even bigger piece of shit. I’ve actually lost followers over this (to them: HAVE A NICE LIFE!)
I’m beginning to find that people outside of this little “bubble” we have created for ourselves to keep us safe isn’t as accommodating that we all like to think it is. It’s bullshit to the highest degree and if you believe that all is fair in size acceptance, I’ve got some news for you.
It doesn’t matter if it’s a fetish or a preference because people are going to believe what they want to believe. There’s nothing that can be expressed to sway them one way or the other. Once that’s it, that’s fucking it. So in that respect, there are really two schools of thought in the size acceptance community that I’ve seen, The Nudes and The Prudes.
I’ve spent most of my adult life (25 years, give or take) around the adult industry end of the movement. I’ve seen BBW go from an obscure search term to a keyword in porn. I’ve dealt with a lot of people, Some cool, some not. Some of the biggest assholes have been right here on tumblr.
I no longer look at acceptance as a community thing. It is an individual thing that starts with yourself. Are you proud of yourself or not? Can you stand what you see in the mirror, or are you ashamed by it? Nobody can tell you that, you have to see it for yourself and find the answers within you.
The problem then becomes one of projection. Everybody has their own idea of what self acceptance looks like. Everybody thinks they know who the good people and the bad people are. Everybody thinks they know how those people ought to be dealt with. Everybody is full of shit. There is too much projection of insecurities in the size “acceptance” community, and I’m sick of it.
I’m sick of people proclaiming how proud of their bodies they are, or how they love fat people so much. Don’t proclaim it, prove it. You’re gonna talk about how you love fat people? Talk to them, tell them that you hope they have a nice day. Don’t talk shit on the fucking internet, nobody cares.
And if you’re gonna post pictures of your naked ass on the internet, be ready for people to snatch it up and do VERY unpleasant things with it. Insulting shit that will make masturbating to it look like a fucking compliment. You could BE so lucky to end up on my blog, or a blog like mine. At least I (and we) care. At least we appreciate. Go ahead, look for yourself. You already know, there are some real bastards out there. So if you’re gonna post tits, Appreciate the people that appreciate you because there are other people ready to make a meme out of them.
I don’t believe in size acceptance anymore. I believe in “SELF ACCEPTANCE”. It is neither a preference or a fetish. It just is…. or is not. You either do it or you don’t do it. You don’t have to proclaim it, you don’t have to keep it to yourself. Some people will accept you, some people will not accept you. At the end of the day, YOU have to be comfortable with YOURSELF. If you surround yourself with a “community”, that are just as full of shit as the world they rage against, then what have you really accomplished? Me? I’m tired of wearing the mask.
I dig fat chicks, You can either:
- Like it
- Not like it
- Or hidden option C: Not give a shit.
I’m not asking anyone to be my friend, I’m just putting it out there that maybe Size Acceptance isn’t all that its cracked up to be, and that maybe it just doesn’t matter if you have a preference or a fetish because you have already been judged.
Reblogging this because I recently had a very angry blogger go all #misandry and #oppression on my ass for calling myself a fat admirer. I can’t help being attracted to fat- I’m not trying to objectify you.
I KEEP THINKING ABOUT DINOSAUR BONES LIKE SOME OF THEM ARE SO FUCKING BIG YOU KNOW PEOPLE USED TO DIG THOSE UP AND THINK THEY WERE FROM DRAGONS THE LARGEST SKULL EVER FOUND WAS OVER 8 GODDAMN FEET LONG FROM A TOROSAURUS THATS FUCKING INSANE IM SO PUMPED ABOUT THIS I LOV E DINOSAURS LETS GO BURN DOWN THE POST OFFICE
A Brony. Possibly.