Fűck this idea that findoms need to look a certain way.
They just need to be exceptional.
They just need to remind you how weak and unworthy you are.
They just need to get in your head and fűck you from the inside.
Get in my throne and $end because I fűcking deserve it.
I have such a good life.
I love to relax in the same pool that suffocates and drowns you.
Keep enabling my hedonism and humongous ego.
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Skinny and fit men don’t threaten me. They bend. Fat has gravity—it dominates space, attention, and desire. Muscle strains for control; fat owns excess. Big, heavy, unavoidable.
#ssbhm#fat#gaychub#Gainer
Be careful out there —there are crazies among us. They’ll seem perfectly nice, you may even like them… and then they pull out a chicken salad for lunch and mention they’re going jogging later. Be careful. People like this are clearly delusional and need our thoughts and prayers.
I used to idolize muscular men as the “ultimate masculinity.” Now that I’ve grown fat, I still find them attractive—but only as support. Their strength is useful for hauling my groceries or lifting my fat. I don’t worship them anymore. Real dominance is size, masculinity is fat.