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as st pattys weekend is approaching, i would just like to take a minute and wax about how happy i am to be in a relationship with someone who abstains from substances full stop! i myself have always been more of a toker than a drinker, and while we both enjoy intox feedism on the occasion, its like so fuckin sick to feel absolutely 0 pressure from a man to wake up at 8am and start drinking. like HELLO??? i cant imagine a worse way to start and spend my day. no bar crawling no headaches no crying or puking. i will admit that i am quite a fan of bacchanalia, but boy do i hate being a wandering drunkard. or to be dragged along a gaggle of wandering drunkards. in the STREETS? where i walk forever and ever and ever?? no thank u. that being said. if i did at any point wanna get dronk, my bb would drive me home. yay!! thank u <3

what if the increasing accessibility of glp-1s makes it easier to identify FAs? the pill form of this drug is making leaps and bounds for normalization. glp-1s are also getting cheaper. like, the proliferation of this drug will at the very least have to help you identify ppl who are pursuing aesthetic weight loss (which is almost if not always motivated by fatphobia) since all someone would have to do is pop a pill to get thin(ner) in a pinch. so, people who choose to stay fat or get fatter over time are particularly salient in this sociocultural context; disruptive because they are steadfast in their principles. what are those principles? what kind of person wouldnt have a desire for thinness? especially when virtually any plausible barriers are removed from the attainment of the prescribed ideal. further, and more salaciously, what does this person desire? theres no way they actually like themselves this way?! wont take long for fellow lipophiles to out themselves. hmm

boyfriend woke up ravenous this morning and couldn’t help but to start pawing at my belly and whispering obscenities into my ear about how im already getting huge, and that i should just give in and let him feed me into his 300 pound cow.

i told my boyfriend about puppy chow (midwest delicacy) a little while ago and i had a craving so im eating muddy buddies (stolen valor) right now, but he keeps calling it cow chow… FIRST OF ALL cow chow would be cookies and cream flavor

i love being a pervert. i love being a pervert with my lover. i love making the choice to be a pervert. i love that i am choosing to live my life on my terms. i love not having to explain myself. i love being wholly, unapologetically, grossly authentic. i love how innocuous things in life spark joy in me. i love loving myself, as i am, as an act of resistance. i love being loved out loud. i love taking up space. i love that my presence demands attention. i love how despite all of the noise, i am choosing to prioritize my vision of happiness over that of what is constantly trying to be sold to me. i love feeling whole. i love how full my life feels now that i have finally accepted and began to jubilate in the perverted things i love, with the person i love, which i have tried to bury within myself for the entirety of my life. i love being a pervert.