I Am Thinking Too Hard And It's Not Good For Me - Tumblr Posts

(Don't mind me sulking a little lol)

It's kind of heartbreaking to do research on your kink in your country just to find EXCLUSIVELY articles from 2009 talking about evil feeder men trying to groom vulnerable chubby women into being feedees. And how feedism (well, feederism to them) is inherently cruel and gross, and we're essentially just tagline weirdos that people read, cringe and forget about. That's non-western countries for ya, I guess.

But I want to get out. I want to walk into a nice, warm, queer café (which we actually have), order warm cocoa and sit down with other young people who have lived lives just like me, and have a vulnerable heart-to-heart about our experiences with kink. I want to know that they too yearn for the comfort of community that we can sense online - but in real life, in physical form. I want us to smile and rest and feel that we're not alone in our wishes for appreciation for the comfort of a fat body and respectful, loving feedism.

It's difficult, feeling so alone and having to conceal what I find to be my most vulnerable and sincere side. Proximity in general already requires a lot of sacrifice and openness, but even that is taken away from me because of the way I love - or how I want to be loved.

Maybe when I'm back in the U.S. after winter break, I'll feel a little better. Bc yeah, I came back to my hometown for holidays lol, how'd you guess?