velveteer

this blog is NSFT!!!

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hi! im vel! (not my real name for obv reasons)

im a genderfluid + pan fat admirer (any pronouns) and enjoy writing little drabbles and scenarios from time to time. im a bit of a lurker!

im a switch, so i post from both sides of the feedism+fat fetishism spectrum.

send me asks!!!! i like hearing your ideas! :)

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boundaries/fyi:

i am on the ace spectrum! (aceflux/aroflux/platonicflux) this means i am not into intentionally gaining (though it will probably happen ^^;). i’ll post about it, and praise/mild degradation is more than welcome, but please do not frame any encouragement in a forceful/overly dominant tone.

i’ll do a bit of encouragement from time to time, but please don’t expect anything more from me.

i am not looking for any commitment or any relationship. i’m just here to hornypost lmao

that being said, ill interact with some posts every once in a while, but don’t expect daily activity from me!

also, i’m not into any sort of stonerisms/that genre of intox. i’m slightly more comfortable with alcohol, but i generally am not into intox!

thank you for reading!!! see you around!! ^^

(PS: i have a tag i post to, though I’ll forget to tag the stuff i post under it most likely lol- #redvelveteer !)

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My father, almost a full foot taller than me and on the heavy side, STOLE MY SHIRT. he thought it was HIS.

It is MY SHIRT that I BOUGHT. and it FIT HIM.

tell me this doesn’t fuck and you’d be wrong.

It’s so poetic… I bought these because most of my underwear doesn’t fit anymore.

Today I thought about food.

There are so many things I haven’t tried.

I’ve always been a picky eater. The only vegetables I’ll tolerate on a regular basis are carrots and cucumbers.

But the first time I had good ramen in middle school, it came with bean sprouts in it. And I loved it. I was scared, but I ate it, and I loved it. I took my partner there years ago, and they were scared too, but we ate and we were happy and it tasted the same as it did when I had braces and no driver’s license.

My mom was gluten free for a long time. In first grade, her health scares began and so did the healthier eating. A lot of childhood stuff was weird for me, even beyond the food.

The first time I had a gusher was in freshman year, that’s a different story. The first time I had a cosmic brownie was my junior year. I bought it at the gas station on my way to school. The first time I had a churro was my senior year on a marching band trip. I was surprisingly not a big fan. It was kind of stale.

So when I’m upset about having to wake up tomorrow morning at 6:30 AM for work, I remember that I have to keep going. I have to try tiramisu one day. Some day soon, maybe. Maybe one day I’ll try cloudberries, too. They look delicious. I don’t know if I want to make the trek for them.

Maybe I’ll come around to wanting to try more things, too. And then maybe I’ll like them.

My dad works with people based in Florida. I’m tempted to try gator. “Tastes like chicken,” they say, and they mean it.