foolish mistakes, but whatever, they are all mine.
I am all the wrong things - fat ,middle aged, bisexual, disabled, loud and I won't go away. My hobby is seeing how many years I can add to my collection before I die.
Posting will be random but may contain fat acceptance, wool, and cats, lagomorphs and corvids in no particular order. Posting may also be sporadic as I have ME/CFS and a bunch of other stuff that makes me tired and some times crabby.
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I embrace it. What matters is that you find yourself beautiful and worthy.
I am not attracted to all body types, but I don’t feel any compulsion to go and tell the people I’m not attracted to, what my opinion is of their body- I don’t expect them to care, especially if they don’t know me. So there is a thing that often puzzles me; not that some people might not be attracted to me, but the need some of them seem to have, to tell me about it.
This need to write, shout and yell about how sexually unappealing they find a certain body type is very odd. I have to wonder what kind of terrifying mental noise they are trying to drown out with all this shouting. It must be exhausting, carrying around this unquenchable rage, fueled perhaps by a malignant sense of entitlement to be aroused by everyone they see, or a need to believe that they are having some effect on some one, no matter how pathetic they are as a person.
So, what I’m trying to say is; if you don’t consider a fat, white, mostly cis woman like me as some one who turns you on, that’s fine. Really, I can live with that. honestly, the thing is… I just don’t care about you or what you think of me. I do not care at all.