That's not a revenge body. That's a depressed, "I'm Letting Myself Go" body. He should never wear BDSM gear aver again. That 4 year old outfit suits him to a fucking tee.Good thread, here’s more Caleb.
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More of that gem of an outfit.
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Ashleigh Shackleford is absolutely a cow, and has a thread all her own here in the Deathfats sub. She goes quiet for a while, but always re-emerges with some new grift, or screeching about how white people can Paypal/Venmo/CashApp her "reparations."btw hunty would absolutely be a cow, and she was well on her way towards it, but much like icarus she got too close to the sun and it gave her some valid perspective (she shut the fuck up and stopped posting)
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Wow, that nigger's greedier for sorry shekels than a Jew after 1945.Ashleigh Shackleford is absolutely a cow, and has a thread all her own here in the Deathfats sub. She goes quiet for a while, but always re-emerges with some new grift, or screeching about how white people can Paypal/Venmo/CashApp her "reparations."
-the second longest sexual relationship ive ever had is with a straight married guy who ive never seen with the lights on and it seems like its progressing. i saw him last night for the second week in a row. i think he wanted me to fuck him, but he came before i could pull up my recent test results for him
a straight guy asked me for another blow job the other morning. i ate his cum for breakfast and he told me if he ever sees me in public i cant act like i know him, his wife might find out. i told him i knew and i thought, “i couldnt pick you out of a lineup.”
I had a date this weekend. During it, he was inspecting my tattoos. He said, “fat’s a big part of your life, isn’t it?”
This probably wouldn’t have struck me so much had he not approached me because of his fat fetish. And I might not have responded had it not been during one of my moments when I’m so desperate to be touched, to lie to myself that I’m desired that I’ll swallow my politics, my self-worth, someone else’s cum with the naïve hope that maybe this one will fix me. They never do.
In another context this probably would have made me happy. In another context this probably would have made me felt validated.
He asked me what my family thinks of my size, as if it’s a communal issue. He told me he wants me fatter, gave me a list of things I should change about myself. He lauded my confidence and told me to never let anyone get me down about myself, and then he told me he wouldn’t know how to explain to his family how he could be attracted to me.
The juxtaposition of his demands that his fetish take over my life while his perplexity that I could have claim pride and agency in this body without the prerequisite of his gaze is striking. And not unusual.
I wonder if fetishizers remember I exist outside of their erections.
I wonder if I do.
when i moved my sex life skyrocketed. i was getting more attention than i have ever gotten in my life. from cuter men. smarter, more successful men. for the first time i was confident my pool of potential sex partners would never dry up and i felt empowered to turn men down because i trusted there would always be more. i was suddenly hopeful that this could be my life.
and then it dried up. it stopped. i would go days and days trying to get laid with no luck. i would try and try and the only person who would bite was a lousy lay. i became desperate. hopeless.
one night a few weeks ago a guy messaged me. told me he was nearby and horny. i wasnt in the mood to have sex but i flirted with him anyway, hoping maybe he would turn me on. he sent me pics and i wasnt attracted to him. and then he invited himself over and i didnt know how to get out of it. i was sad and desperate and vulnerable and hoping i would be more attracted to him when he showed up and it would be ok. its happened before.
he did, and it wasnt. i wasnt anymore attracted to him in person but he was bigger than i thought. suddenly he was standing in my room, so much taller and wider and violent than me and i didnt know what to do. i didnt know what he would do if i told him no, i wanted him to leave. i was afraid he would hurt me so when he kissed me i let him. he needed chapstick, bad, and his lips disgusted me. i wanted him out of my house as quickly as possible so i told him to sit on the bed.
his dick grossed me out. he had just gotten off work and he tasted like it, and not in that sexy way i sometimes like. i sucked his dick and tried not to gag from disgust, tried to make him cum quick so he could leave. luckily, i’m talented and he was cumming in a few of the longest short minutes of my life. i maneuvered his dick so his cum shot on his stomach and not in my mouth, but some got on my bedsheet. i never took my pants off. he got up and got dressed and left, coyly.
i texted a group chat of some of my best friends. told them i just had awful, disgusting sex i didnt want to have. one of them, one of my oldest friends, texted me privately to see if i was okay. i said yeah, its fine, it happens all the time, why? she said, “it just sounds like youre being raped repeatedly…” i said “yeah. its fine.”
i thought about how much this has happened before. how many times i said yes when i didnt want to. the only reason this felt any different is because now i know what yes feels like when i mean it. is it rape if they never know? is it rape if you never give them any indication you dont want to? is it rape if its just the sad culmination of your life? is it rape if its mundane?
the next day he looked at my profile again and i blocked him.
ive told a few friends. ive been afraid of sex since. but ive had it. i dont know how not to. when i got hard news, when i was feeling anxious and ugly and undesirable and unloveable my first reaction was to try and get laid. i let someone blow me in their suburban yard because i was sad. i wanted a distraction. a straight guy asked me for another blow job the other morning. i ate his cum for breakfast and he told me if he ever sees me in public i cant act like i know him, his wife might find out. i told him i knew and i thought, “i couldnt pick you out of a lineup.”
fat girls give good head. fat girls never say no. because fat girls dont have any options. these things arent true of everyone but theyre true of me.
ive fucked myself into a hole. the perfect storm of popular queer sexual practices and fat sexual subject positionality has left me vulnerable. i understand. i dont feel responsible. but i have to deal with the consequences. and i just dont really know where to go from here.
65. What is your bra/penis size?
honestly i don’t even know, and it varies bc of my fat pad ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i like it though
66. What is the strangest thing you have ever put up your vagina/anus?
lulz. um i guess when i was younger and lived with my family i had fashioned a dildo out of three sharpies i duct taped together.
87. What kind of porn do you like to watch?
bareback, groups, pain/punishment/humiliation, piss, dom shit, daddy shit, fake amateur shit, public, bondage, edge play, straight porn sometimes, it depends on my mood
This isn't rape. He invited the guy over after not being attracted to him. He could have said any number of things to get out of the room from, "Hold on, I need to lock the front door," to whatever. He invited this guy to his private home. He assumes this guy is crazy and violent, but makes no effort to do anything other than blow this guy. I think every man has had the offer of sex from another man they're not interested in if they're in or around a liberal arts community. You know what most men say? "I'm sorry. You've misread the situation because I've been unclear You have to stop now." If the other person is left with the impression you're consenting, it isn't rape. It's you not being into it. People want to give volcels a bunch of hell, but who would want to have sex in a world where you're painted as a rapist for not reading someone's mind?Caleb was raped, repeatedly. This post is pretty fucking dark actually, I generally am in it for the lols and this isn't really that funny, just sad. Behind the "fat and winning it!" persona is a lonely, sad, rape victim struggling with his sexuality. https://queerandpresentdanger.tumblr.com/post/148781174029
Being coerced into sex is technically rape, and the other person doesn't need to realize they're doing it for the victim to have a traumatic experience that qualifies as rape. Regardless of if you want to split hairs on this or not, it sounds like Caleb has serious regrets and trauma around his multiple hookups, and that's really sad.If the other person is left with the impression you're consenting, it isn't rape
It sounds like part of why he is the way that he is, is that he's pushing back against "I'm fat and thus unfuckable". There's clearly a desperation for attention and sex, and you see it come out in his "fat people should be sexually appreciated too!" posts and activism.I do not like this guy, but modern kweer culture has created this scary sex posi cesspool.
He invited the man to his house for a hook-up. He never said he wasn't interested. In fact, he never gave any clear indication he didn't want this to happen.Being coerced into sex is technically rape, and the other person doesn't need to realize they're doing it for the victim to have a traumatic experience that qualifies as rape. Regardless of if you want to split hairs on this or not, it sounds like Caleb has serious regrets and trauma around his multiple hookups, and that's really sad.
It sounds like part of why he is the way that he is, is that he's pushing back against "I'm fat and thus unfuckable". There's clearly a desperation for attention and sex, and you see it come out in his "fat people should be sexually appreciated too!" posts and activism.
Saying "yes" to any attention (or at least not saying no), demanding society view him as beautiful, deep into astrology, fucking chasers, having no scruples about who he fucks (helping someone cheat is a dick move).
What a thoroughly unhappy and unplesant person.
this is coercion:He invited the man to his house for a hook-up. He never said he wasn't interested. In fact, he never gave any clear indication he didn't want this to happen.
btw i think caleb has some serious mental health issues contributing to this behavior. im hesitant to blame the victim but yeah he should probably stop giving randos his home address, welcoming them in, and then blowing them without saying "i changed my mind"suddenly he was standing in my room, so much taller and wider and violent than me and i didnt know what to do. i didnt know what he would do if i told him no, i wanted him to leave. i was afraid he would hurt me so when he kissed me i let him.
He was standing there, violently. You're right. This is a pretty autisic conversation.this is coercion:
this is a screechingly autistic conversation and im choosing not to have it anymore.
Hello, mods, I'd like to report a rape. This poster made a joke and I feel raped by it. I called it into the police, but they just laughed at me and told me to get off the internet.If that random man had really respected Caleb’s autonomy, he would have had the decency to shrink himself down and be smaller after walking into the house Caleb invited him over into while flirting and agreeing to a hookup.
What a monster.
Ladies can’t rape gents, everyone knows it and it’s basically the law, so I win.Hello, mods, I'd like to report a rape. This poster made a joke and I feel raped by it. I called it into the police, but they just laughed at me and told me to get off the internet.
I'm pretty sure I qualify for one of the ten million troon genders. I do own a cat, and my stubble isn't that severe today. CIsgender oppressor! Also, probably skinny.Ladies can’t rape gents, everyone knows it and it’s basically the law, so I win.
Clearly it’s your fault for enticing me to post.
I see an orb on a plinth. Clearly this is interpretive dance and he's doing a stunning
There are lots and lots of different kinds of dance— ballet, modern, somatic movement, jazz… Of course, the career trajectory for a liberal or fine arts degree is not as straightforward as with a science degree, but you can still definitely do something with it. For example, a dance therapist is a type of therapist that would be incredibly helpful since it works with different parts of the brain (even more so than art therapy but along the same lines). Somatic movement therapy was used to help rehabilitate people disabled by polio.