Blondeegrldd
Well-Known Member
I consider the first phase of my BHM attraction "FA Puberty." I wasn't completely understanding and in touch with my desires for fat men, but the following still caught my eye whilst I was in a tug of war about my own feelings against the social norm...
- In 8th grade, a teacher Mr. P was a 30ish good-looking guy.... and at least 400 lbs. Yeah, I was very boy/man-crazy back then. He'd get winded simply from walking across the classroom. He even joked about his weight.
When I heard through the grape vine the next year that he had gotten gastric-bypass and lost most of his extra weight, I remember thinking, "Aw, what a shame." (and then, incidentally, asking myself, "D, why do you think its a shame? Interesting, indeed.")
- Men's Health magazine has an article every other issue that screams Battle Those Lovehandles - And Get Rid Of That Gut For Good! or something along those lines. My guy at the time read Men's Health like I read People, but unlike him I enjoyed his just as much. As bland as these fitness mags tend to be, I love to envision a flabby man flipping one open in desperation and dreams of a flatter stomach.... and then me putting a mouth-watering slice of cake in front of him, to um, remind him of the joys of remaining fat and happy.
- At the beach with my girl friends. A technically hot guy walked by - six pack abs, buff arms, strong legs (however, strong legs are a hot aspect on anybody - lean or big)... a normal vision on Miami beach. They were oogling, but where was my attention? At the tiki bar, where a cute chunky guy sat sucking on a beer. I couldn't admit this to my friends at the time. Now, I would have no problem saying it.
- 1st boyfriend. BHM. His weight slowly climbed up, and I was thrilled. During this time is when I admitted for sure that I know when a man has extra padding, he is down right sexier and more interesting. There is more to touch, look at, kiss, tease, poke, explore, etc.
It's good to be a "FA Grown-up"
- In 8th grade, a teacher Mr. P was a 30ish good-looking guy.... and at least 400 lbs. Yeah, I was very boy/man-crazy back then. He'd get winded simply from walking across the classroom. He even joked about his weight.
When I heard through the grape vine the next year that he had gotten gastric-bypass and lost most of his extra weight, I remember thinking, "Aw, what a shame." (and then, incidentally, asking myself, "D, why do you think its a shame? Interesting, indeed.")
- Men's Health magazine has an article every other issue that screams Battle Those Lovehandles - And Get Rid Of That Gut For Good! or something along those lines. My guy at the time read Men's Health like I read People, but unlike him I enjoyed his just as much. As bland as these fitness mags tend to be, I love to envision a flabby man flipping one open in desperation and dreams of a flatter stomach.... and then me putting a mouth-watering slice of cake in front of him, to um, remind him of the joys of remaining fat and happy.
- At the beach with my girl friends. A technically hot guy walked by - six pack abs, buff arms, strong legs (however, strong legs are a hot aspect on anybody - lean or big)... a normal vision on Miami beach. They were oogling, but where was my attention? At the tiki bar, where a cute chunky guy sat sucking on a beer. I couldn't admit this to my friends at the time. Now, I would have no problem saying it.
- 1st boyfriend. BHM. His weight slowly climbed up, and I was thrilled. During this time is when I admitted for sure that I know when a man has extra padding, he is down right sexier and more interesting. There is more to touch, look at, kiss, tease, poke, explore, etc.
It's good to be a "FA Grown-up"
