i wanted to get a new camera this year after like 15 years maybe even one that can take the kind of photos i have been wanting to be able to take for fucking ages but am held back from because my camera just can’t do those shots and cant swap lenses but i guess i’m not getting a camera this year
it’s awesome to want to be fatter and get off on it btw. it’s awesome to be a pervert about it.
people are perverted as hell about muscular and skinny bodies in public and it’s barely considered taboo. straight-sized people pursue their body type explicitly to be seen as sexy, get laid, to feel good in their skin. even by means that are considered risky to your health – weight loss meds like oz*mpic, diets and fasting, steroids, to name just a few – if it’s in the pursuit of normalized “skinniness” it’s within bounds regardless of stated intent. all these methods and reasons are casually accepted without question in our society because they fall into a certain mold.
but as soon as you decide for yourself what’s sexy and it falls outside a norm, as soon as you choose to proudly gain weight because you enjoy it, the double standard becomes apparent. suddenly, it’s taboo.
reactionaries will justify their disgust reaction by any means, pretending to care about your health all of the sudden as if you don’t have the agency to make calculated risks like every other person on this planet. it’s dehumanizing and polices the bodies of others.
the decision to include feedism within the definition of “disordered eating” is not only ignorant, it’s spineless, hypocritical, unfair, and it’s rooted in vile prejudices that don’t align with the projected message of this site. if staff have any integrity they’ll change it back, though I don’t believe they will.
forgive me if this is a bit meandering and i’ve reblogged quite a few posts about this already, but i had to put in my thoughts. gaining and feedism will never be contained by one website or space. as someone who grew up in neglect and isolation being queer in a right-wing household, it may have saved my life to know there were others out there like me and many at that.
oh and let me make sure i say as well – health is not a determination of someone’s worth or morality
Red Dead Redemption 2 was so real for creating the most in-depth, realistic clothing system I’ve ever seen in any game, and exclusively using it on burly, unhygienic men.
You choose every layer, every accessory, with dozens to hundreds of each to choose from. You can go in and fine-tune minute details like whether or not to roll up the shirt sleeves, or button the collar, or whether to wear your pants under your boots. These clothes get dirty in real time depending on what you do in the game. Mud, dust and blood linger unless washed off. Every garment has a warmth rating based on its material, and the game calculates what temperatures an outfit is suitable for based on the combined total. Dressing too cold or warm for the weather causes health debuffs.
You can choose which way he parts his hair, and whether he gels it. If you eat too much he gets bulkier and gains a double chin, and if you eat too little he can go underweight and get all bony and sallow. Both of these states come with stat changes. His hair and beard grow in real game time, and you need to routinely style and shave his facial hair if you want any style other than a full Santa. You need to bathe him regularly or people will start commenting on his BO, and he’ll start visibly appearing filthy long before that. He sunburns in the sun, and in the heat he becomes slick and glossy with sweat.
This shit is IN DEPTH. It blows the customization systems of actual fashion-centric games like tf2, Monster Hunter and Splatoon out of the water in every regard. They honestly look basic in comparison. It’s a paradigm shift for sure once you experience RDR2’s level of customization. Everything else starts to feel smaller.
The player character all this customization is applied to, and I simply cannot stress this enough, is a 36 year old, 6'3" smoker weighing well over 200 pounds, with facial hair thicker than a sheepdogs, forearms like gnarled tree trunks and a dark, dense forest of body hair covering every reasonable surface. His skin is pocked and marred with scars from a rugged, nomadic lifestyle, and his teeth are the colour of cornbread. He has a thick southern accent, is a known mean drunk and knows how to skin pretty much any North American animal. He has never worn deodorant, flossed or moisturized. He eats canned beans, fruit and the like by simply pouring them into his mouth and gulping, often while walking or riding a horse at full gallop.
I can think of NO better use case for such customization. Not some fresh-faced little twink, not some busty anime babe. Just a gross, hairy, unwashed homeless dude with crippling self esteem issues and a chest broader than a barrel laid lengthwise. A non fashion-centric game, certainly a non-fashion centric character, but for some reason the best clothing and customization system ever concieved, bar none. What the fuck.
I don’t know why this keeps happening but I keep meeting toxic heterosexual couples who experiment with polyamory and are heavily into funko pops, board games, Disney princesses and Burlesque stripping and the man is always a withdrawn bearded dude and the woman is always a passive aggressive control freak with an Etsy shop that sells lawn gnomes styled after Dr Who characters and they don’t really even seem to like each other but they’re always exactly the same. this has happened four times
