I Love Big Thick Sexy Women
I Luv BBW's
Heavyset gals. Full-figured women. Big-boned babes. Pleasingly plump princesses. Lasses with big asses. I love 'em, I love 'em, God help me, I can't get enough of 'em!
There are those in our community who object to this label, mainly because "fat" is such a contentious word. Instead of trying to fight reality with politically correct euphemisms, I say we just roll with it. Let's embrace the dreaded F-word, and co-opt it as a positive and useful descriptive term. Until a better word like "curvophile" enters common currency, a BBW Lover i will be.
Even though we take pride in our preferences, the life of an BBW Lover can be a bitter hell. The fashionable female body shape dictated by our demented society has been a horrific curse and burden upon me since I entered puberty. What a cruel fate to be born a bbw lover in this misguided age when women with two-digit weights are considered the epitome of beauty. Everywhere I look, these scrawny, malnourished little girls -- and I choose that word deliberately because they don't look like full-grown women -- are presented as the ultimate standard of female perfection. But bone-thin women just don't do a thing for me.
We live under the prejudice that a man who has sex with a fat woman, or even wants to, must be some kind of weirdo and ought to be ashamed. It's a sign of failed masculinity to "settle for" a fat woman, suggesting that you're not man enough to score with an "good-looking" woman. If a man does have a romantic encounter with a fat woman, he's supposed to keep it secret and never let his buddies find out that he has "gone hoggin'," to quote a crude expression I've heard.
Of course, that's all ridiculous. BBW Lovers are not perverts, and we're not "lowering our standards" for cynical exploitation. We simply like what we like. Some of us are flexible enough to appreciate women of all sizes, even thin ones, while others are more exclusive in their tastes. Some of us like moderately chubby women, sometimes affectionately known as "plumpers" or "chubbettes," whose weight is in the neighborhood of 150 to 200 pounds. Others prefer larger ladies who officially qualify as big beautiful women, or BBWs. At the far end of the spectrum is the lovers of "super-size" BBWs who surpass 300 pounds.
Myself, I'm attracted to women whose bodies are more than just a little bit voluptuous, anywhere up to 200 pounds or so, with generous amounts of flesh rounding out their hips, and butt. A little love handles, sleek but jiggly thighs, a broad and meaty hourglass shape... these are the things that make me go buck wild. Think Anna Nicole Smith during her heavier phases. Or Monica Lewinsky, a nearly perfect representation of my ideal woman: a chubby little brunette with a cute face, wide hips and a big butt. Bill Clinton certainly brought the existence of BBW appreciation to worldwide attention, but unfortunately his extramarital hijinks hurt the image more than helped it.
Heavyset gals. Full-figured women. Big-boned babes. Pleasingly plump princesses. Lasses with big asses. I love 'em, I love 'em, God help me, I can't get enough of 'em!
There are those in our community who object to this label, mainly because "fat" is such a contentious word. Instead of trying to fight reality with politically correct euphemisms, I say we just roll with it. Let's embrace the dreaded F-word, and co-opt it as a positive and useful descriptive term. Until a better word like "curvophile" enters common currency, a BBW Lover i will be.
Even though we take pride in our preferences, the life of an BBW Lover can be a bitter hell. The fashionable female body shape dictated by our demented society has been a horrific curse and burden upon me since I entered puberty. What a cruel fate to be born a bbw lover in this misguided age when women with two-digit weights are considered the epitome of beauty. Everywhere I look, these scrawny, malnourished little girls -- and I choose that word deliberately because they don't look like full-grown women -- are presented as the ultimate standard of female perfection. But bone-thin women just don't do a thing for me.
We live under the prejudice that a man who has sex with a fat woman, or even wants to, must be some kind of weirdo and ought to be ashamed. It's a sign of failed masculinity to "settle for" a fat woman, suggesting that you're not man enough to score with an "good-looking" woman. If a man does have a romantic encounter with a fat woman, he's supposed to keep it secret and never let his buddies find out that he has "gone hoggin'," to quote a crude expression I've heard.
Of course, that's all ridiculous. BBW Lovers are not perverts, and we're not "lowering our standards" for cynical exploitation. We simply like what we like. Some of us are flexible enough to appreciate women of all sizes, even thin ones, while others are more exclusive in their tastes. Some of us like moderately chubby women, sometimes affectionately known as "plumpers" or "chubbettes," whose weight is in the neighborhood of 150 to 200 pounds. Others prefer larger ladies who officially qualify as big beautiful women, or BBWs. At the far end of the spectrum is the lovers of "super-size" BBWs who surpass 300 pounds.
Myself, I'm attracted to women whose bodies are more than just a little bit voluptuous, anywhere up to 200 pounds or so, with generous amounts of flesh rounding out their hips, and butt. A little love handles, sleek but jiggly thighs, a broad and meaty hourglass shape... these are the things that make me go buck wild. Think Anna Nicole Smith during her heavier phases. Or Monica Lewinsky, a nearly perfect representation of my ideal woman: a chubby little brunette with a cute face, wide hips and a big butt. Bill Clinton certainly brought the existence of BBW appreciation to worldwide attention, but unfortunately his extramarital hijinks hurt the image more than helped it.
11 years ago
