new guy on da block

some ✨info✨ about me….

call me al! mid-20s, switchy fat butch dyke, canadian. primarily FA with some mutual gaining musings. i’ve been a lurker for quite a while and i decided it was time to bite the bullet and join y’all forreals.

started this blog as an outlet for my feedist-adjacent reblogs and perhaps the occasional original post (should i be so inclined and should you be so lucky.) expect pretty fat girls, gays, and theys, memes, fat liberation chat, semi-coherent feedist musings, and MAYBE the occasional tummy pic. eventually. we shall see.

here’s some info about my kinks and boundaries:

- my feedism ethos boils down to “fond of fat dykes and fond of being fat. especially fond of when said fat dykes enjoy that i am also fat.”

- not actively gaining, and i don’t intend to as of right now. a lot of feedism is fantasy for me because i do not find the lived experience of being fat outside of this kink particularly fun! fatphobia is a bitch! sorry to be a debbie downer, everyone.

- perfectly cool with dms, as long as you’re chill and respectful and preferably another queer person! not looking for any kind of relationship right now though.

DNIs and my likes/dislikes are below the cut:

like, ugh. fantasizing. a fat partner and i taking refuge in one another’s arms every night after long days of dealing with a world that looks at us as less-than. shedding insecurity and self-hatred as soon as i walk through my door as i see them, those negative feelings about myself and my body receding into nothingness the instant i see their gorgeous soft frame lounging on the sofa without a care, their warm smile looking up at me. coming home to nothing but love and adoration for one another. gentle caresses in the places we carry the most shame about, full and delicious meals that we eat to our heart’s content with zero judgement from onlookers, sweet praises in one another’s ears about how we cannot get enough of one another’s softening bodies, wandering and insatiable hands proving it. knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that we are not loved in spite of our bodies but in part, because of them. being unabashedly wanted and lusted after.