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the feedism community: extremely small in size but also extremely large in size
I’m sorry I’ve been gone from DMs, and the blog mostly as a whole. To those that have been waiting or wondering about me, I am sorry. I think today is one of the worst days of my life, and I don’t know if I’ll be back soon, but I think of you all fondly, and I thank you all for following me in this funny and strange journey. Maybe I’m being dramatic and things will get better soon, but right now things look very bleak, and I’m sad.
I made this blog as an outlet and comfort, and I wish it could still provide that for me right now. Do not worry too much, I’m sure I’ll be back again sometime soon though.
may you have a wonderful day when you read
“News of my death has been greatly exaggerated.”
“The Return of the King”
“I don’t even know who you are”
I am back after a long hiatus for the foreseeable future I suspect. Please be patient with me as I catch up. Feel free to DM me again as I have many messages to reply to!
About (April 2026 Update)
Late 20s, 456lbs, 6’2, INFJ, Cancer, he/him, single
Welcome to my blog! Here you will find body worship, feedism, BDSM, D/S, domination/caretaking, masochism/sadism, and general kinky lifestyle blogging by yours truly. I usually take a dominant feedee/feeder role but I’ve been known to switch or be exclusive to one role on occasion.
I blog about my experiences, write short form kinky posts, and reblog whatever dumb/cutesy/romantic/aesthetic/cool/meme stuff I decide, as it is my blog.
Please feel free to DM, ask, or comment any questions or undying love, as I do quite enjoy those.
By ravenousrampage
idk I’m getting to the point where I don’t think women have to justify anything. Constantly they are belittled. Constantly they are attacked. Constantly they are put down. Constantly they are not listened to.
My most common thing I hear from women? Constant apologies for things like: being busy sometimes. Being tired. Being emotional. Being hyper sexual. Being nonsexual. Being angry. Being hungry. Being sad. Being too happy or bouncy or bubbly or talkative. Being too loud. Taking up too much space. Sharing her opinion. Wanting to be heard.
Women do not need to apologize for being a human being. It’s sickening to me how real, actual misogyny continues to be propagated down to the point that women are being suffocated, bent, or broken by just societal expectancy. Every single woman in your life is being beaten down by a system of oppression and abuse, and being changed into someone taking up less space.
I don’t just mean dieting, beauty standards, thin celebrating culture, fat demonization, and fat phobia. I mean literally women are being encouraged to take up less space emotionally and mentally within our society as a whole, without ceasing. At the very moment you are reading this post your sisters, your mothers, your daughters, your friends, your wives, your girlfriends, your crushes, your coworkers, teammates, and benefactors, your relatives, if they identify as a woman or even have conventionally feminine traits, they are being pushed down, bruised, and repressed.
I’m sure you know this, or have conceptualized it, or have at least seen some evidence, but I want you to try and understand what I’m saying on a more deep, and radical level. I’ll use a brief example from just my limited, narrow personal experiences: every single woman I have ever known personally (as in struck up any relationship that lasted longer than 1 conversation or interaction) has shared with me they feel how I’m outlining in this post (oppressed directly with evidence) or I’ve literally seen them have this happen in real time (oppressed and discouraged from expressing themselves in any way). That’s just my personal observations, but I think we can go further here. Do you require people to prove to you they are suffering, or do you take what they say at face value? Do you listen?
Do you want to make a difference? Start listening to women. Start letting them make mistakes. Start letting them eat. Start letting them laugh. Start letting them be whatever it is they choose.
‘Letting’ sounds too passive, or too hands off, so let me be clear: Stop making women prove to you they are suffering. Stop making women justify their existence. Stop questioning a woman’s experience. Literally if she says it, start fucking listening. Ask a woman to lead you for a change. Ask a woman for her opinion on something. Include a woman in something fun. Ask women questions about themselves and listen to what they say. Spend money on some women. Celebrate some women.
I’m begging you. If you want to make any difference at all in the world, in the face of systemic and institutionalized misogyny, despite the rampant and constant anti-women rhetoric…listen to a woman.
Just listen to her. Hear her, and take what she says seriously.
listen to her.
dating me red flags:
eats a lot, like enough for 8+ people
wants you to eat the same
soft heart
emotions intensely felt
becomes obsessed with you easily
devotion to you borderlining on fanatical
will consider hunting down and killing anyone who ever wronged you
Wants to own you, put you in a cage like a pet or a box like a doll
jealousy can and will be summoned if you signal your need for such
will think I own you like a possession
It’s so wild to me that most of my life I was afraid of scales. I was afraid of learning what my weight was because it would start a new diet. My parents were very obsessive and overzealous to the point of me being so scared to eat food and hating my body as a child.
Now I gleefully hop on the scale and love seeing the numbers go up or down, and they’ve such a point of pleasure for me. I love them. I love when I’m too fat for the lower end ones. I love when they creak cause I’m too heavy. I love seeing the numbers go up so much after a binge. Eating 10lbs of food is awesome!
Now I look in the mirror and I love my body. I love how fat I am, I love my skin, I love my hair and my face. I’m so glad. It’s taken so long and there is certainly days where I don’t, but they’re so vastly outnumbered.
I love scales. I love my belly. I love my chest. I love my side rolls and my back fat. I love my huge thighs and my fat ass. I even love my double chin. I like the body I’m in pretty much entirely. I am so thankful.
I love my body. I love being fat. I love eating.
I wish I did not have nightmares about those whom I have loved
picky eater + feedee + submissive 🥵
just let me get you your favorites already!!!
