From time to time, as you all know, I like to post explicitly if, I hope, tastefully, about my love of the fat female form.
Most of the reaction has been positive. Others have accused me of being a cruel, womanizing gigolo, a roaming cat of a man who drinks the milk at the doorstep of every porch he visits but vanishes afterward, leaving a devastated trail of broken hearts, a man who knows not of the essence of women beyond their fat, he who is cold and obsessed and worthy of death.
A poll, then! I will abide.
Amended...oops, forgot the danged poll. Oh well. Must have had sex on my mind...what a sl-t!
Most of the reaction has been positive. Others have accused me of being a cruel, womanizing gigolo, a roaming cat of a man who drinks the milk at the doorstep of every porch he visits but vanishes afterward, leaving a devastated trail of broken hearts, a man who knows not of the essence of women beyond their fat, he who is cold and obsessed and worthy of death.
A poll, then! I will abide.
Amended...oops, forgot the danged poll. Oh well. Must have had sex on my mind...what a sl-t!
