#I want to clarify because some people say “fat” and mean “anything heavier than a genshin impact waifu”

[ttrpg-smash-pass-vs]

For reference, Old version of ogres

New version of ogres

Ogres! Ogres are 10 ft (3 m) bullies quick to turn on even thier family if there's nobody smaller to torment. Which is why the bosses always find new targets, because the fear of being hooked will only keep thier kin in line so long. They're sadists who tend to play rough, forgetting the people they lock up for entertainment don't have the pain tolerance and fortitude of other ogres. But if you're looking for someone big and rough, if you MEAN it when you say "use your full weight, if I die I die," the ogre has you covered. Just note that they won't hesitate to eat you if you brain breaks, because it's not fun playing with someone who doesn't have thier wits about them.

[heyitsharbor]

Sometimes I like writing from a character's perspective without doing...anything else with them? So this isn't anyone specific. Just...a someone. Just wanna clarify since it's written in first person so. It's not a journal or anything, I was just bored.

Love isn’t a difficult word, not until you say it out loud, and realize that it’s heavier for someone else than it is for you, and you don’t have to backpedal, but you feel that weight in the silence, or the stammer, or the flush.

I’m not an overthinker, usually, but I like to think, when I get going, I can have at it with the best of them. How it’s a lot easier to say ‘love ya’ or the verbal equivalent of ‘ILY’ which is just a sort of… ‘illuhya’, which really, could just be a name. Enunciating it all at once, seriously, calmly, because you want someone to hear it – that’s a challenge. 

Especially because it’s not one of those moments you can tease. You can, soon, but you have to wait, you have to make sure they know it’s real, if they’re the kind of person to doubt it. You just have to hold it there, for them, and at that point, it’s as heavy for you, so you might shake a little, and you just hope they’re gonna take some of it off your shoulder, and you can share it, because for fuck’s sake it’s heavy, now, and if you have to hold the word out there any longer, your calm might crack. 

And it feels a bit like a disaster, but sometimes it helps. At least you get it, then, and you’re definitely together in it by that point. Probably. 

I mean, and then there’s rejection, but that’s one of those disasters you just have to .. have. Like falling on a bike or whatever. Otherwise you’re gonna have your tail tucked the whole time. We can’t all be fucking, Casanova 24/7. Take or leave the comma. Anyway.

I don’t know why it was so hard to say it to him, you know? Because it’s true, and it’s not the first time it’s been true. No offense to anyone I’ve been with before, because it really was true, then, too. I think it’s just sometimes it’s true in a different way. I’d kill, die, live, blah blah blah, for other people. I’ve had crushes on other people.

But damn, if he doesn’t make my heart skip to a whole new beat. And needing him to know that was the easiest thing to slip out of my fat mouth in a split second and the hardest thing to hold onto when he stared at me like it was the first word he’d heard from me in a decade. I don’t think I realized I hadn’t said it before.

[dustbunny195]

Role Play

Do you (not that anyone's aware of my existence) ever pretend to be someone else? It’s fun.

I’ll show that good for nothing turtle head! Worthless is what he is. Would lose his head if he could he would. He’ll be fucking that camera for now on, he sure as hell ain’t getting into me! Not even close! Him and his tired old wrinkly ass aren’t deserving! Sigh… I’m going to leave this washroom, put on my seductive moo moo, walk past that naked fucker waiting in our bed and head to the fucking grocery store! I hope his thirsty body feels every stomp I make on the way out! I won’t even look at his pink pig-like nasty blotchy flesh.

Open the door abruptly. Scare the camera fucker. Fucker didn’t even look, well off I go. I’ll just take my moo moo offa’ the floor and put it on downstairs. I can’t believe him! Oh, he left his camera on the nightstand. I’ll just take this with me and throw it into the river while I drive across the bridge. It’s an expensive DSL camera too, where did this come from? Camera fuckers keeping money from me? Well, I’ll keep my vagina from you. Camera fucker!

He’s not calling out to me? What the actual fuck! I’m almost to the front door and I’ve got his camera. He really doesn't care about what he’s done does he? Or perhaps he wants me to drown his camera. Perhaps he knows he’s in the wrong. He could never communicate. Always shutting down when I want nothing but to talk. To clarify. To respect the love we’ve spent so much time grooming. Well no more, this time I won’t text him, call him, email him, voice message him, visit his work demanding him to talk, walk into his useless business meetings dragging him out, no! I won’t even attempt at showing how much I fucking care! I won’t say a thing! Because I DON’T CARE!

Alright, moo moo is on, but I don’t have anything on underneath. Whatever. This moo moo is somewhat transparent but you can’t see my vagina anyway. It’s hidden under all that bush, so I’m secure. Whatever. I’m a bad sexy bitch anyway! I’m proud of my curves! No one will take this from me. Not even camera fucker! Now, where are my keys? Ah, here they are, just where I left them, next to the onion.

It’s so cramped in this car. What the fuck is he doing up there, the light is now off! Did he go to sleep? Wow, he really isn’t bothered by what he did. Building me up to feel sexy then burning down my sexy bridge! That turtle headed, piggish fleshed camera fucker! Tomorrow I’m going to look into his bank accounts to see what he’s been hiding! How was he able to purchase this camera? What the fuck, now he’s in the living room, SMOKING? You’re so dense, haven’t even noticed I’ve left the driveway yet. And you’re smoking in the living room! The LIVING ROOM! INSIDE! I can see you through the window moron. I have the nerve to go confront you. WHEN DID YOU START TO SMOKE? Fuck, what is wrong with you!?! Die for all I care, I’m leaving. Choke on all that tar! I’ll turn my high beams on, let him know He’s been spotted!  He didn’t budge, just took another slow drag. He really doesn’t care. Not one bit! I’m out of here! He’ll learn to regret this...

I’ll teach him how to love.

There’s the bridge, I’ll open my window and throw this away! The breeze under my moo moo is somehow freeing… Ha! How do you like that you camera fucker! Think you can use this to make me feel less than!? You think you have the right to ridicule my body, to interpret every protruding fleshy bit on me? I look this way because of you! This is all your fault! Each and every pound is an accumulation of life with you! You did this to me! I’ll show you! I’ll show you just how “unappealing” I can be! I’ll eat the entire grocery store if I must!

I’ll show that good for nothing turtle head! Fat!?! Ha, I’ll show you fat! I’ll make it so you have to be an Olympian weightlifter just to get to my vagina! I’ll ensure you have to spend YOUR money to expand each door frame! To hire a personal nurse who makes house calls! To… spend your money catering to my every need! Before you know it, you’ll be taking care of me full time, soon after your money has drained. A forklift would be needed to get me out of the house. I’ll become a wretched stereotype. That would mean no more grocery shopping! No more picking up your medication! No more fucking me! With every pound I gain, that’s another wad of cash down the drain! I’ll show you!

You have the nerve to bust out your camera, ask me to pose for you, make me feel sexy, only to show me your zoomed in photos of fleshy bits to “make a point” that my health is in jeopardy!? Perhaps it’s the other way around. You are the one jeopardizing my health. You’re not sensitive to the power you have over me. I’ll show you!

I have all the control here.

You could use a workout anyway. You yourself have got some flabby bits along your underarm. They flap back and forth as you call the waiter over for the bill. I’m doing you a favour! Don’t you get that! Through making my vagina harder to access, you’re weight lifting! This belly of mine, is a tool to help you. I’m always thinking of you, you you YOU! And you only see me as fat. “Unappealing”. I’m fat because of you! I’m fat FOR you!

This is love.

You’re blind to it.

This grocery store is depressing. The smell is horrid, Why don’t they fix the lights, it’s utterly dim in here. I can hardly tell what I'm holding. Which aisle am I in? Ah, this taste is unmistakably twinkies. Stuffing one after the other into my fat unapologetically loving  face, imagining each and every one adding another 10 pounds to my existence. I don't care that cream is pouring out from the other end, pouring onto my seductive floral moo moo as I stuff them into my gaping cock sucker. Well, it used to be a cock sucker. I’ve deprived him of that too! God, I wish he would be my feeder. Then, all would be resolved. HE DOESN’T SUPPORT ME!

Those three people… I've seen them before in this supermarket. So… unusual. The father is always wide-eyed with fear, in nothing but blue, robotic, his steps erratic, a man on a mission. The little girl, so… dirty. Her face in a scow, yellow teeth highlighted by pale white skin that looks to have never seen the sun. Always in pyjamas, her hair is a tangled nest housing various butterfly barrettes. Her lifeless eyes bloodshot as though she just finished crying for an eternity. And the boy… just creepy. I can’t even swallow this twinkie! Always wearing that red t-shirt. His eyes, so… sharply focused. On what… his father’s shoes? His face, an unsettling brimming smile ear to ear, never wavering. The three of them oddly step in a cautious yet routine fashion. Always the same path it would appear.

They’re getting closer, fuck! Not again, each time they walk by me I feel as though something heavy had slipped under my feet. How can I feel weighed down from something beneath me? A weight below that of mine. Something much, MUCH heavier than me. As though a very thin carpet is sliding itself beneath me, only to immediately be pulled out the other side. Please, this can’t be why you lose your balance and get dizzy. They're just an odd family grocery shopping together. Anyway, I’m finished with this box of twinkies. I need to get to the dairy aisle for chocolate milk. Rinse this shit down! I love you so much.

[janiedean]

I'm the anon who said you don't glorify obesity. Look I don't know anything about that ship y'all keep referring to and I don't know who "Hunk" is or whatever, I'm talking in general terms. I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT SHIPPING OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT just to clarify. I think it's wrong that people glorify being skinny but I don't think glorifying obesity is any better (I'm talking about more than overweight - ACTUALLY OBESE)

I’m probably not explaining myself properly but I think people should be able to ship whatever they want, the shipping was never my point. I just think the way people on the internet have been going on like “Fat women are goddesses!!! Real women have curves!!! If you don’t agree you’re fatphobic!!!” is wrong. I have been hospitalized twice for anorexia, I know how being skinny is glorified but I don’t think switching it around so it becomes “being obese is totally awesome and if you say otherwise you’re a horrible fatphobe” is any better. I’m sorry for sending you so many messages, I’ll stop now.

okay so GIVEN THAT WE ALREADY CLARIFIED OURSELVES ON THE MISUNDERSTANDING: the problem is that we were actually talking about shipping XD and the other anon decided it had to be about health but like the problem in general is that as usual (on tumblr and I guess in the US because it’s mostly US beauty standards I’m seeing thrown around) is that there’s no middle way in anything. I mean, like:

body shaming is a thing. in general. the problem is that fatshaming is, like, a thing that is more culturally spread than the contrary even if in some countries (ie italy) there’s this concept that if you’re skinnier than a size 42 (I guess it’s like an S or small M) you’re omg so unhealthy please EAT SOME PUT MEAT ON YOUR BONES WHY DO U HATE GOOD FOOD, but it’s more of an older generation thing. like, I’ve had problems with weight bc when I was in freaking elementary school people would go like ‘omg you’re so fat’ at me and I thought I was and then I looked at some pictures years later and I was like ‘… wtf I was perfectly fine what the hell’ and there’s a general implication that fat/overweight = unhealthy when it’s not necessarily the case.

the problem is that when it comes to body positivity there is like literally zero distinction between curvy, overweight, fat and obese which are not the same thing, and there is zero distinction between body positivity and promote a healthy lifestyle. I mean, according to US standards someone who’s fat would be… like… normal here? a size M is seen as perfectly regular stuff but from what I see of US sizes, M is like OMG I’M FAT already, which… like. here it’s maybe curvy. also being some 3/4kgs overweight never killed anyone. but since I see ZERO DISTINCTION here, it’s all thrown in the same bag and it’s the exact same for people who have 3 kgs more than average, 10, 25, 50 or freaking 200. which is obviously not the same.

also, there is the complete lack of realizing what it means to be healthy and to not be thin. like, as has been said already it’s absolutely not a guarantee that being thin or skinny means that you’re healthy (I had a friend who used to be chubby, then got sick with a freaking chronic disease and came out of it with a body that ended up finding her a job as a fashion model but SHE STILL WAS HEALTHIER BEFORE THE FREAKING CHRONIC DISEASE), I’ve struggled with my extra kgs all my damned life and whenever I go on vacation with friends that are thinner than me but move around less or don’t go to the gym and the likes I am the one who can walk for longer or gets tired less and I have better blood tests than my father who’s at his ideal weight and takes five pills for a bunch of different stuff. some people are just heavier as a body type but if it’s their body and it’s not due to shitty eating or lack of exercise or whatever then they’re not unhealthy. obviously severely obese people who can’t walk for more than twenty minutes without feeling like fainting aren’t in that category but like never mind that for a moment, the problem is that your size doesn’t automatically mean unhealthy and having 20 extra kgs on you makes you fat maybe but not freaking obese.

THEN, on body positivity: there is a healthy difference between NOT BEING A JERK and spreading awareness re healthy habits. like, society/media and the likes shouldn’t promote being thin, they should promote being healthy ie eating well and exercising, not THIN = HEALTHY. as stated you can be healthy without being thin. (or, as the character we were talking about that you weren’t referencing, you can be mostly muscle and have some chub over it and THAT’S NOT BEING OBESE XD at the same time, if someone is overweight or obese or whatever for any reason whatsoever you can’t go at them and tell them omg go lose some weight you loser THAT’S HORRIBLE. I mean, there’s a difference between saying that one should try to be as healthy as possible and go like OMG YOU’RE FAT YOU’RE HORRIBLE. if body positivity means not shaming someone else for their body then go the fuck for it. the problem is that then according to people saying ‘okay but if you can’t walk to the supermarket and back without feeling short of breath and you might get heart diseases maybe you should consider dropping some extra weight for your own benefit’ is fatphobic which… lolno. not everyone is fat because of bad habits and they shouldn’t have people making them feel bad even if they are but assuming that the above sentence (especially when doctors recommend you to do more exercise) is inherently fatphobic imo is ridiculous. if my doctor tells me I should lose some weight then I’m gonna consider it and I’m not gonna feel like he’s *phobic*, if someone goes like ‘omg you’re so fat you’ll never find a guy who wants you’, that is fatphobic. like, THERE’S A DIFFERENCE. (at the same time people who are skinny/thinner than average shouldn’t get told all the time OMG PUT SOME MEAT ON THAT SKELETON REAL WOMEN HAVE CURVES like fuck’s sake respect all body types. being a real woman has zero to do with how much meat you have on you.) what should be glorified is be healthy and be happy with whatever body type you have as long as it doesn’t cause you problems and at that point nicely try to make those problems right while you’re encouraged without shaming anyone in the process. (which also means: gdi don’t put other people down if they’re trying to gain weight or lose it, ffs.)

now, the problem with shipping: the thing is - and I swear to god I don’t wanna sound like a sjw now but I hope the previous essay has made clear how I feel in general on this issue - that, in my experience, fat/overweight characters especially if they’re male are seen as… either the laughing stock of the group or the harmless nerd or anyway never as sexual objects. every damned time I ship something where a guy is overweight/fat (notable exceptions jacob and queenie from fantastic beasts which tbh really was a nice surprise for the part where the fat guy who’s also a sweetheart hooks up with the bombshell and it’s THE BEST ROMANCE OF ALL good go you man) right as rain there’s rarely fic for it least of all porn, and even if there is someone will go around saying the fat character isn’t attractive or deserving of getting some. when I say ‘sam tarly syndrome’ I mean ‘fat/overweight guy is a sweetheart who has a lot of nice ships they could be in but they get thoroughly ignored or if it happens in canon fandom lols at it’. I mean, I basically had to start the jon/sam tag on my own (if you see the fics at the beginning it’s honestly sad to see TEN of mine all after the other), once on a kinkmeme I was like ‘okay doing it’ at a pwp prompt and I got as an answer OMG I WAS HOPING YOU’D SEE THIS NO ONE ELSE IN THIS FANDOM WRITES PORN FOR THESE TWO and whenever people discuss canon sex scenes…. the only one in the book that always gets lol-ed at is sam and gilly’s in spite of the fact that okay, it’s badly written, but ALL of the sex scenes in asoiaf except one are badly written. it’s not worse than the average. but sam getting some because a relatively hot girl wants him and the sex - omg! - actually being somewhat not vanilla is seen as… like… OMG HAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T BELIEVE HE’S GETTING SOME OMG HOW EMBARRASSING as if this guy being overweight means he can’t be seen as a palatable partner when it comes to having a sex life. same as the other anon being like ‘omg hunk (the person we were referring) is fat and unhealthy so he’s not good enough for the other person’ is… exactly the same. I mean, this hunk character is admittedly the one person in that bunch I’d actually date irl same as sam is the one character from asoiaf I’d date irl the others are completely out of the question, but since they’re *fat* naaaaah? and guess what sam/WHOEVER is a lot less popular than ships which make a lot less sense but are two hot characters stashed together bc they’re hot. (jaime/sansa has like 300+ fics and jon/sam is still under 100 but okay sure tell me it’s because it makes no sense. lol no. and being that the only porn around for those two was written by me and maybe two/three other people says all.)

at that point then people go like ‘well but it’s because they’re unhealthy’ and that is when it becomes ridiculous. because going with the above problem re fatshaming being a thing that happens on a societal level, it becomes IF YOU’RE FAT YOU’RE NOT SEXUALLY DESIRABLE AND NO ONE SHOULD WANT YOU BECAUSE OF YOUR UNHEALTHY WEIGHT, which mixes stuff that doesn’t even go together with being sexually desirable which is something inherently personal. as in: if someone who’s unhealthily fat for whichever reason has a significant other who loves them and their body guess what THEY HAVE A RIGHT TO HAVE A SEXUAL LIFE AND TO BANG PEOPLE/GET BANGED TO THEIR PLEASURE. because when it comes to preferences in the bedroom or loving a person, size can be a thing - some people have certain body shapes preferences and so on - or it cannot be a thing at all and anyway it doesn’t matter when it comes to your right to be seen as desirable/being desirable. people of all sizes can be desirable or sexy or definitely sexually available regardless of the size - like everyone is freaking allowed to be sexually desirable even if they don’t conform to whichever is the beauty canon around.

and given that I personally got told more than once also by admittedly well-meaning people that they wouldn’t ever consider seeing me as desirable because I was overweight or not as thin as other hot person around our class or even better, the aforementioned friend who turned out to be a fashion model using that as some coping mechanism (as in, she didn’t like being sick obv. but since she had come out of it with a scorching hot physique while I had then undiagnosed pcos so I was struggling with weight all the damned time and I was healthy otherwise... er let’s say that she used to tell me stuff like ‘ah well look at you and look at me instead how much better looking I am’ which obviously was in order to make herself feel better about her illness but sure as hell didn’t help me feeling good about myself), I’m honestly fucking tired of this whole trend in shipping where overweight/fat people don’t get any from their hot best friends with whom they’re absolutely shippable but the hot friends get shipped instead with the most improbable hot people that happens in 90% of fandoms I run into. because it’s just a reflection of how irl if you’re overweight a lot of the time people will say that your weight puts you out of the goddamned dating field and everyone deserves to be in there, damn it, regardless of their size. it has nothing to do with being healthy or unhealthy. and saying shit like ‘omg X is fat they’re not good enough for Y’ is really fucking old already. 

 tldr: I hope I made clear why I got pissed at the other anon and what I think of the whole matter. obviously no one has to glorify being *unhealthy* (extreme obesity and anorexia are both unhealthy) and no one needs to put other groups down while doing it (looking at you n*icki m*inaj - like sorry but according to my standards she’s thin, having a nice ass doesn’t make you *fat* or curvy, and going like FUCK ALL THOSE SKINNY BITCHES is the exact contrary of body positivity tbh). but at the same time everyone deserves to be seen as sexually desirable and it’s bullshit that the current narrative depicts being overweight as something undesirable. both in society and in fandom.

/peace

[adultfuntimes-blog]

And so the debauchery begins...

I thought you were different…

Well, you thought wrong Asshole!

 You know how you know when someone you meet online is super insecure and a waste of your time? You can’t! Or at least not until you have  wasted some of your time in order to find out. However, if anyone has more insight here than I PLEASE share!

I recently met a man online and despite the minor red flag of him only having 1 profile photo, I engaged after receiving a message. And also despite the 1 minor red flag, it seemed to be going smooth and easier than some vetting I have done. I am learning to be much more direct and to the point, if that is even possible b/c I thought I was already “to direct” and not flirty enough, but online flirt and real life flirt are different…I think…let’s be real I have Never been good at the flirt. I digress, that is another post entirely.

Back to Mr. Minor Red Flag, who we will now refer to as Mr. RF for short. Mr. RF and I got straight to point of establishing this would be sexual only. We got real specific about some possible fun kink we would like to explore. He sent the now seemingly inevitable dick pic to verify to me, he does in fact have a penis, and get my approval on its image.

Which we will side bar here just for a moment: Dudes, your dicks aren’t attractive!!! I don’t need nor do I want a picture of it! I need, and very much want, you to use it properly! Size is only a problem if it is like microscopic, even then you have hands and a mouth don’t you?! I mean seriously, it is like, every time I can feel the anticipation on the other end of the dude waiting for me to say something complimentary about his ugly fucking cock. It’s so desperate and unattractive. So far, in my experience, there has only been one exception in this regard, but that is also another post entirely.

Ok, back on track. Mr. RF and I seem to be well on our way to fun consensual adult time! That is until I ask for a photo of Mr. RF from above the waste. Red flag #2 goes up. Mr. RF sends a photo of his face with this context; this is me from before I lost 28 lb.

Ok folks, let me describe the two TOTALLY different people I had now seen being advertised as Mr. RF. The original photo, I am still not even sure was a picture of him. The one and only photo on his online profile, was an average height, brown curly haired dude, albeit w/a hairline starting to recede, but big smile, looked to be having a drink at a bar. If I had to guess the weight of man in photo it was probably 160-175 and he claimed to be 38, but looked a bit younger. The before weight loss photo he now was sending was of a MUCH older guy who was wearing a ball cap and based on the cheeks was pretty overweight.

Ok, ok Mr. RF I will give benefit of doubt that you want to shock and awe me with your after weight loss photo. So I assume to take the bait and ask for a current pic, post 28 lb weight loss. Red Flag #3, he claims to “not take good photos” and attempts to talk me out of said request for one. Well now I am on high alert. Not only was he clearly not trying to wow me with a before and after photo op, he clearly is more confident in older self if that is the image he is sending me and current self is insecure in himself. Which it should be noted is mostly annoying because there was a whole conversation about confidence earlier and it being something I am looking for and turned on by. Mr. RF boasted a lot of confidence prior to being asked to acknowledge what his face looks like. To his credit Mr. RF finally does send a selfie and he is even older looking, bald (although he claims he had just shaved his head for a friend who has cancer...riiiight) and still very round cheeks, no smile.

Grrr! Now Mr. RF has put me in the awkward position of having to tell him that this face is not one that will turn me on and not say the other thing I am thinking, which is that I assume the body that goes with it probably won’t either.

Now to clarify, my opinion on Mr. RF’s looks should not mean anything other than he is not MY type. It doesn’t mean he is unattractive, ugly, fat or any of the other negative connotations that we all put on ourselves upon rejection. This is where the title of our piece comes into play. After sending the photo he immediately texts “ …….” And a further sec later “still interested???” Well dude, actually I am not and for many reasons, your looks being only 1 of those. We have reached an annoying yet, I have a feeling, all too common dilemma. How to be honest in the nicest way possible, knowing any way you slice it, rejection sucks. First, I respectfully say that it seems like his online photo is either an older one or a totally different person and unfortunately I am not attracted to the man he seems to be currently. His response is “wow, I thought you were different.”

Are you fucking kidding me dude?! Different than what? You don’t know shit about me outside of what I REALLY look like and some of the things I enjoy about sex. What about that information made you think I would be the type of person who would not care that you TOTALLY presented a VERY unrealistic picture of yourself and that when I met you in person I would just fuck you anyway?! What about that information made you think I was the type of person who would prefer an older, heavier and bald version of the person I engaged in online convo with? Not to mention the fact that YOU specifically asked in that online convo, what is your type and I said, attractive, fit and tall. Which then you claimed to be since you had recently lost a lot of weight.

I’ll tell you what I think you thought you knew about me. I think you don’t view yourself as a very good looking dude and because of this insecurity you use an old, or I still believe fake, photo to attract women you find attractive. I think we both know I am an attractive human and I think you thought you might be able to get me to meet up with you without having to reveal your face first and that this was your shot because just maybe I wouldn’t say no in person or you could “wow” me with your personality. I think I confirmed your insecurity with my rejection so you then tried to guilt me into engaging with you by saying the terrible phrase “I thought you were different than that.” Again I ask, different than what sir? An honest human being?

Again, I will reiterate that my opinion on your looks is nothing more than that. Everyone has a type, which is simply a collection of their opinions of the things in other humans that turns them on. They are usually wide in range and variety. Using myself as a frame of reference; I like men, I like women, but I like them taller than me, in good shape but no need for muscles I just like someone who takes good enough care of themselves you would say they are within an avg BMI, I like all hair and skin colors. I crave intelligence and passion. I like politics and if you can debate me without being a dick or being patronizing, that fucking turns my engine on! I could go on for another page or more about things that can turn me on, but then I would be turned on and well that makes it hard to focus. So back on message. This does not make them right or wrong or in any way a universal standard for anything. And just to clear up any confusion, I have totally been rejected, know how it feels and can empathize with that experience on many levels. I have put it out there and been turned down and every time it stings, but not in a long ass time have I taken it personally. Like I said earlier, I know I am attractive human because that is my opinion and the only one that matters in that regard. I do understand I am lucky to have been born with an a symmetrical face and fabulous hair, #blessed. This has allowed me to have been lucky to not have to struggle too hard with insecurity, despite being a woman in our body shaming, gender binary enforcing society. However, I won’t lie to you or pity fuck you in order for you to not have to deal with yours. I mean a secure confident man doesn’t use a fake or old photo, a confident man doesn’t let some random chick he just met online determine his value in any way.

And we will sum up our journey with Mr. RF with the last few texts.

Mr. RF: I have to use a fake photo online because I am married.

Me: (remember that nuance I spoke of in Mr. 25, he was not married and claimed to not be lying to his SI, not the case here) Well there is yet another detail you left out, I don’t want to get caught up in a sitch like that. Good luck.

Mr. RF: you wouldn’t get caught

I chose to not further respond as I thought the ‘Good luck’ implied I already was looking for no further response.

Get some real balls Mr. RF, if you are unhappily married fucking get divorced, if you want to get laid don’t be deceitful about what you look like cause like it or not people have types and it isn’t cool to pull a bait and switch. I mean come on dude; I thought you were different than that? J

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