#notwolf

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do you like wolves

yes

no

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Voting ended onMar 30

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watching twilight new moon and this is just not how wolf packs work or how wolves work

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intro

hi

i post wolf photos daily

all credits go to the original poster/photographers

ok bye

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can I see one in real life

maybe!

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Can u post a wolf dog for day 6?

no!

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do you like wolves?

yes!

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Art

My boyfriend, the man I love, the man I live with and at the very least try to share my life with (we are not always successful at the sharing but we do try) is a large man (hovering around 300lbs these days).  Many people would call him "fat" (which is a word I don't like to use simply because the connotation in our language/society is always negative and if I'm using it as a descriptor I can't escape the negative connotation regardless of the fact that I don't mean it in a negative way) and many people would most likely consider him physically unappealing/unattractive (sadly he is one of those people).  I personally find him gorgeous, beautiful, sexy, and wonderfully attractive, and I find it both sad an wearying that the way society perceives him gets in the way of our interactions because it has made him unbearably uncomfortable with his body (which is what brings us to today's post).

As I've mentioned before I don't get to interact with his body nearly as much as I'd like.  I want to spend hours reveling in his glorious form.  I want to touch and feel and see and smell and hear and be surrounded by and just simply look at his body all the damn time.  I really do, it just makes me happy and I find it enormously fulfilling to interact with his physical form in any way that I can.  Most of the time, however, he hides himself from me.  He seems unable to escape the negative perception of himself that he has internalized from decades of living in a world that reviles his appearance and while I can be respectful and compassionate it's also very frustrating for me which is why I positively relish any moment when I can drink him in free of those externally imposed restrictions.

This morning he got up to take some meds and his absence from the bed woke me up.  Disoriented and confused I got up to look for him and as I stepped out into the hallway he stepped out into the hallway opposite me.  He was bathed in light from the adjacent window and it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.  He sleeps naked and every inch of him was illuminated by the bright, early morning sun.  For a few precious moments he was just standing there completely visible, completely vulnerable and it made me so happy it felt like I was dreaming.  Every curve, every roll, every mark, every droop, every sag, every hair, every lovely part of him was just there for me to visually enjoy.  Stuff like that so rarely happens that I was spellbound, enraptured; he looked so beautiful standing there that I swear it was art.  If I'd had the ability to take a picture it would have been perfect but since I didn't I shall simply hold the image in my head as long as I am able; cherishing it as long as I can.