Being Neutral About Other Peoples Kinks Is Necessary By The Way. When Consenting Adults Are Doing Things

being neutral about other peoples kinks is necessary by the way. when consenting adults are doing things between consenting adults, and you prioritize your discomfort over their autonomy and right to exist safely in a space without having their private interests excavated and recontextualized to make them out to be predators, that says way more about your willingness to place yourself in the position of moral authority than it does about them and you deputizing yourself on the basis of nothing but vibes and your personal traumas makes you very dangerous politically.

becoming obese is gender affirming care

The thing about gaining is that it makes everything erotic. Of course the obvious—eating, walking, showering, getting dressed. All of that is turned up in heat until it's unbearably arousing, but that's just the surface. But try, say... washing the dishes, with your new belly dragging down, bumping against the edge of the bench or resting on top of it, wobbling freely as you try to just simply scrub a pot without losing your mind. Or getting a new drivers license photo, and feeling your hips and ass squeeze through the arms of the chair as you sit down to wait, wondering if the flustered blush across your fat new face will show up in the photo. Having a weight gain kink and choosing to go through with it turns your whole life, every minute of it, into erotica. The most innocent tasks become lascivious, the mundane becomes provocative, and your modest, unassuming body begins to strain with eroticism—permanently.

"fat and happy" is an understatement... i love food! i love being excited and joyful at the thought of eating, i love being grateful and resplendent after a good meal. i love having a soft, pudgy tummy to nourish and take care of, i love the feeling of being full and well fed! i love eating as much as i want, whenever i want and being rewarded with a soft tummy, bright eyes and full cheeks, with body that loves me and trusts me to keep it satiated and well nourished. i love rubbing my belly after a big meal and showing so much love to this thing that's working so hard just to keep me alive. i love everything about food, eating and what it does to my body. i love being fat and i love being so soft and full of love because i'm eating. loving food and loving to eat is something intimate, it's admitting to being a soft, vulnerable creature and being proud of it. to love food is to love taking care of yourself and being taken care of, it's synonymous with loving life itself

The "I eat what I want and I don't care if it makes me fatter" to "I eat what I want and I like that it makes me fatter" pipeline

There's something especially slutty about chugging melted ice cream, it's one of my favorite things to do. So calorie dense, yet barely feels like anything if it's thin enough. Mixes so well with other calorie dense food. And above all else there's no reason to do it unless you're hopelessly addicted to getting fatter and fatter with no stopping point in sight, just shameless unadulterated gluttony and hedonism.