Now, I should note that when I tell you I'm fat, I really mean it.
I'm not just slightly chubby and complaining about those last 15 pounds.
If you have a mullet or a moustache or you don't know how to use there, their and they're correctly, I'm probably not going to be attracted to you.
Everyone involved has been a consenting adult, communication about expectations and boundaries was clear, and safeguarding my sexual health is always at the forefront of my mind. Some have developed into lovely ongoing sexual friendships, and some were deliciously filthy little adventures where we never laid eyes on one another again after we parted ways.
All were honest expressions of my current sexuality.
Much more toxic are the "attracted but ashamed" guys who chat me up on occasion.
They are secretly really turned on by fat women, but are so uncomfortable with that fact that they would never dream of being seen in public with one.
They are the living embodiment of the old joke, "What do a fat chick and a moped have in common?
They're both fun to ride but you wouldn't want your friends to see you on one."On the other end of the spectrum are the men who fetishize large bodies to an extent that is creepy and objectifying.
To them, I am a revelation - an ample woman with no body shame who says sure, let's have sex with the lights on.
One such friend tells me that he long ago stopped approaching women he was attracted to in bars.
He is the absolute whole package -- smart, successful, a hell of a nice guy, not to mention extremely handsome with the gym-perfected body of a Greek god.
The kind of guy who can pretty much have his pick of women.
To my surprise, he was incredibly into me, and continues to be to this day.