"In contrast to earlier literature, surrealist texts can be seen as documents (they could almost be called ‘reports’). They are indissociable from the experiences that gave rise to them, and reconstitute the substance and almost palpable aura of those experiences. The value of surrealist writings as a form of testimony is apparent to anyone leafing through certain special copies, as a general rule intended by the author to be seen or owned by close friends, and in which various rare documents (manuscripts, letters, photographs, drawings) with a direct or indirect relationship with the book, are included. Such books are called in French ‘truffles’, or ‘truffled’.”
But I had questions. We stood in the kitchen. The cupcakes on the kitchen table. We leaned against the counter top drinking beer while I prodded for answers. I wanted to understand the fetish. “Do I need to pretend like eating the cupcake is getting me off? Does it need to be sexual that way? What’s the allure? Help me understand.”
And he explained. That there doesn’t need to be play acting. Just to eat is enough. That it plays into the 7 deadly sins. Gluttony combined with lust. That eating to excess is taboo. That it’s hot to watch a fat chick get fatter. He said there’s a certain submissive element in it. That I’m doing it to please him. Gorging myself for his benefit. He told me that he’d be happy either simply watching me eat or if I was rolling around naked in the cupcakes. Covering my body in frosting and crumbs.
Despite health warnings about obesity, the faces of competitive eating are not overweight.
Takeru Kobayashi of Nagano, Japan, is a slender man who snaps the hot dogs in half and gobbles the bits robotically. For years, Kobayashi and world record holder Joey Chestnut of San Jose, California, have vied for the top prize in the annual hot dog contest at Coney Island, New York.
"The new generation of eaters is interested in weight-lifting, running," said Jason Fagone, who followed competitive eaters for a year for his book "Horseman of the Esophagus." "They have more athletic body types than the old generation."
The younger, fitter speed eaters justify the health risks by likening them to running marathons. Their reasoning: Activities like football and running are stressful to the body, but an occasional game, marathon or speed-eating contest will be ok, Fagone said.
Speed eaters fascinate me because their sport looks like feederism but isn’t. Unlike the majority of erotica I’ve read concerning stuffing, they seem to have at least some concern with safety and health. At the same time, these guys perform gastronomic feats that even my most dedicated feedee friends would consider slightly insane.
The article also talks about some of the nasty side effects of speed eating. “…author Marc S. Levine…speculated that over time, the stomach might lose its ability to deflate, which could cause nausea and vomiting.”
While I was in NYC, I met a pretty girl named Halo at Jefferson’s monthly orgy. Later, after attending a gangbang for Janie Bloom’s boyfriend (I’ll blog about that soon, I promise!) Halo and I decided that we didn’t want to part just yet. We decided to get dressed, go back to her apartment so she could walk and feed her puppy, then come back to Jefferson’s and make dinner.
"Smalls is coming," Halo and Jefferson told me before we left.
"Smalls?" I wondered if I was hearing them correctly.
"Smalls," they said, and I was left to wonder if they were referring to a boy or a girl.
On the way back, we went by a grocery, and Halo called Jefferson on her cell phone to see if he needed anything. So after more sex than I’d ever had at one time in my life, I found myself having an even more surreal experience: carrying stuff for a pretty girl in a grocery store.
Every time I get to have sex in NYC I feel deeply, deeply lucky. I know there are people who, at the same time I’m orgy-ing, are performing jobs they hate or are with people they don’t like. Or maybe their loneliness simply feels like a permanent condition. To these people, the things I did that week seem like an unattainable dream, as real as the hyper-polished spreads of a fashion magazine. I feel for them. For a long time I too thought good sex, not to mention multi-partner sex, was a lie on par with how buying the right perfume would make you irresistible.
Is it any wonder, then, that I remember something as pedestrian as going grocery shopping with Halo with a kind of glow? The bustling market felt more like a bazaar than a convenience store, and I followed along in a daze as she moved easily through the crowd, choosing a loaf of french bread and luscious ripe tomatoes. When she wondered aloud where she could find a place to buy wine that would be open at this hour, a gorgeous Australian man eagerly gave her directions to a nearby place. Things like that never happen to me, with my knee-jerk suspicion of strangers. Come with us, I wanted to tell him, we’ll do things you’ve never seen before.
* * *
When we got back to Jefferson’s apartment, a girl opened the door for us. “Hi!” she grinned. “I’m Smalls.”
Smalls was wearing nothing but a grey leotard and a red leash, the end of which Jefferson was holding. He was standing in the kitchen so that no one looking in through the open front door would be startled.
"Did you ever put clothes on?" I asked him as we came in with our bags.
"Why bother?" said Jefferson, reasonably. We unloaded the groceries in the kitchen and, predictably, as soon as the french bread was unwrapped began making phallic jokes with it. But then Jefferson suggested I feed pieces of it to Smalls instead.
I’m usually embarrassed when anyone alludes to my feederism, even among other kinky people. It’s something about our villainous reputation combined with the fact that most feederism erotica is uniformly awful, but somehow that didn’t happen this time. I was emboldened by the conversation I’d had with Halo as we’d walked her dog, where I’d explained my blog to her without her being confused or grossed out, and she’d even promised that I could feed her chocolate later. So I tore off pieces of the bread and fed them to Smalls as if she were a baby bird. I fed Jefferson too, and he used it as an excuse to bite my fingers. This made me so stupid-excited that I stumbled against the wall and accidentally turned the kitchen light off.
Before I could break anything seriously, however, Halo wanted help putting her corset on.
Believe it or not, I had never been near a “real” corset before. I’d read eagerly of Varla Dayne and Mr. Pearl, and had once purchased a cheap spandex teddy that gave the impression of wearing one, but Halo’s was a boned confection that shrank her tiny waist in even further. I pulled the laces on the top, then the bottom, then the middle, channeling the governess in a Victorian novel as Halo leaned forward suspended only by the laces. When the gap in the back of the corset closed, she gave a satisfied sigh.
Then she turned around so I got the full effect. Her corset was breastless, so her nipples were on full display, and her already narrow waist was pulled in even more, so that she had the waspy proportions of a burlesque dancer. I slipped my hands around her new hard curves, aroused and admiring. I don’t know what it is about the sight of such proportions that make me feel as if I’d suddenly gotten high, but there it is.
We went back into the kitchen, where the water was boiling. Halo took over the pasta making while Jefferson adjusted Smalls’ leash to a more comfortable configuration. It wasn’t a dog kind of leash, but a stretchy red rope she had finger woven out of red yarn. I’d made something similar as a child, I told her, but had never been able to think up a use for it that was half as interesting as hers!
Naturally, thinking about knots led to other uses for the rope, and Smalls begged Jefferson to make a breast harness for her. There wasn’t a lot of rope, he cautioned her, but took the leash off and wound it around her body instead, crossing it between her breasts and tying it in back. I leaned against the wall and watched them. Though it sounds impossible to anyone reading this, the whole scene had a very domestic air. Jefferson and Smalls were quietly absorbed in their work, and Halo was stirring and tasting in the background. Later, Halo called it being “lover-like.”
Jefferson and I talked about when I had bit him on the ear at Friday’s orgy. Smalls was inspired by this story to push him up against the door jamb and start sucking on his nipple. Jefferson tried to play along, putting his hands behind his back “like Saint Sebastian”, but in a moment or two his playful look was replaced by one of dismay.
She’s not even biting you! I pointed out. What happened, did someone try and bite your nipple off as a child?
Sure, Jefferson said, and rolled his eyes. I’d somehow forgot that I’d sunk my teeth into him without warning only a couple days before.
However, he was saved from further experimentation by dinner being ready, and all the attendant bustle as we tried to get everything on the table while it was hot, pour drinks and pass out napkins. In a few minutes everyone was sitting down and chatting like a family back home from school and work, except that Jefferson had nothing on but the napkin in his lap, Halo had nothing on but her corset and Smalls was wearing only a length of rope crossed between her boobs. Somehow, I had managed to be the only one left that was fully clothed.
I don’t remember what we talked about for the first few minutes, except that I was starving, the food was delicious, and being here with all these smart and sexy people made me deeply, deeply happy. Eventually, though, the talk turned to Sex Camp and Smalls’ first time there. She’d been so giggly and happy that a porn star had crushed on her and described six different fantasies to her, with Smalls’ body inspiring six different outfits.
"I don’t really like my boobs, though," she said, claiming one was bigger than the other.
Oh really? Jefferson grasped the harness where it crossed between her breasts, making them stand out even more prominently. I don’t really see it. What about you, Halo?
Halo shook her head.
They look perfect to me, I said. Smalls is tiny, but she is also perfectly proportionate, with a luscious ass and tits that defy gravity.
"You have to weigh them," Smalls said helpfully.
Halo, you better put this to the test, said Jefferson, and Halo got up and weighed Smalls’ breasts in her hands. She still couldn’t tell if there was any difference between them. She decided it would be best to take Smalls over to the sofa and study them more closely.
"Keep looking," said Jefferson turning back to his dinner as Halo got to work, "Molly says they’re perfect, and we don’t want her saying anything that isn’t true."
So get off the rack already—that’s where the boyfriend belongs—and negotiate an explicit “power exchange agreement” where his diet and weight are concerned. Explain to him that having a dominant feeder girlfriend doesn’t give him license to eat whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and put on however much weight he wants. You’re the dominant, FAT, you’re in charge, so you get to determine what he eats, when he eats, how much he eats, and ultimately how much weight he gains.
Luckily for him, FAT, you’re a conscientious, ethical dominant feeder. You’re not one of those evil feeders who wants to do lasting harm to some poor gainer; you don’t want to feed your boyfriend into a weight-related disability and/or an early grave. You’re interested in feeder play, not murder-by-cream-cheese-frosting.
So order the boyfriend to eat junk food, sit on his ass, and gain weight for a few months, FAT, and then order him to eat healthier food, get off his ass, and lose the weight. Don’t let his weight go more than 30 pounds over his ideal weight and you won’t be doing him any real or lasting harm.
If the Things You Write On Twitter Are Called Tweets, Are The People Who Write On Twitter Called Twits?
00:48 @sroxy Nice to know I'm not the only Trek kinkster out there! XD # 00:53 @sroxy But Orion girls are hot! bit.ly/76H9B # 00:55 @sroxy Don't worry, I'll just stand here in the corner and watch. And hand you hyposprays for @ButchtasticKyle when you need them. ;) # 00:59 @sroxy I'm also sure Kirk's chair has a vibrate function. With all those buttons, it has to be *somewhere*... # 01:03 @Akelaa Agh
! # 11:15 @ciceroux You live in NYC, right? # 11:18 Watching Californication for the first time. Doesn't anyone fuck for fun anymore? # 11:26 @ciceroux Ah, I feel your pain. But then again, many other cities have these problems. Hopefully you can find the silver lining. :) # 11:27 Adding LoudTwitter to my website may have been a mistake: bit.ly/1Hm0Xc # 11:34 @writingdirty I heard this was such a great show and I can har
dly get through the pilot! Some girl punches him during sex w/no warning! # 11:34 @ciceroux I don't know. I've found almost everywhere I've lived to be socially limiting except the internet--or is that an oxymoron? # 11:41 @girlonetrack Oh my god, that's the worst blog title I've ever read. Who wrote that, the author of The Game? # 11:43 @writingdirty He's also having sex with the same girl as gave Claire the lesbian kiss in Heroes. This freaks me out. # 11:52 @girlonetrack Please wri
te that. I would totally buy it. # 11:59 @girlonetrack Book burning? No, don't use the same tactics as American Christians with anti-sex agendas! # 14:16 I desperately need to take new profile pics. The ones I have are from my Moulin Rouge! phase, and I'm really not like that any more. # 15:17 Hello and Welcome to Stuffies - Here for the first time? This is a blog about food and sex—more specifically,... tumblr.com/xty3kwfbp # 15:37 @maymaym I'm all about the plus-sized model discussion for tonight's @KinkOnTap. # 17:19 New Post: Update Your Bookmarks! bit.ly/b90Ay # 17:37 Latest email: "You seem crazy, but I mean that in the best way possible." WTF? # 19:01 @laken84 Exactly where was it broke? The ones on Twitter seem to work fine for me... :S # 21:06 Hey, @KinkOnTap is on! Come talk about dolphin sex! (Kink On Tap live &gt; ustre.am/6dtb) # 21:08 @KinkOnTap quote: "How do you say 'fu_k' in dolphin?" (Kink On Tap live &gt; ustre.am/6dtb) # 21:48 @KinkOnTap quote: "You two are podcast tops!" (Kink On Tap live &gt; ustre.am/6dtb) shipped by LoudTwitter
Here for the first time? This is a blog about food and sex—more specifically, my experiences with feederism and my real-life exporations of kink. It’s definitely NSFW.
If you’re coming here from the old Stuffies, it’s nice to see you again! I’m still working out the kinks (heh heh) on this blog—importing my tweets using LoudTwitter led to one of the ugliest posts I’ve ever seen, and that “Mobile” tag up there doesn’t go anywhere yet. (I’m hoping I can eventually hook it up to my Twitter, but my html skills are not quite up to par.) Overall, though, I like Tumblr way better than Blogger or even Wordpress, which should lead to more and better content. Stay tuned for my write up of my latest sexcapades in NYC!
09:42 Had sex with DC Boy for the first time without using a gallon of lube and it was still awesome. Nice to know my pussy can do it on her own! # 10:32 Of course, the pussy was also helped immensely by him being ok with me snuggling up against his cute plump tummy... XD # 11:24 @nikolasco It was. I'm trying to write about it right now. :D # 16:00 @aagblog I actually saw that photo a couple months ago. There's still good stuff left to look at. XD # 16:07 @janie_blooms2 That is one of the best cos
tume ideas ever. # 18:41 @mudron Or you might just end up being able to read womens' minds. # 19:47 @maymaym I LOVED that photo! I just didn't know where to reblog it yet. XD # 19:48 @mudron Exactly. Tho he painted his nails first. # 20:51 @janie_blooms2 I thought they did! Do you just not like the whole scene/camp/public sex/latex wear thing? # 21:02 @janie_blooms2 Well,
I'd say if you felt normal doing them, you've gotten into an ideal headspace! :D # 21:03 @janie_blooms2 But I also believe that the majority of people still wouldn't see a lot of what you like as "normal". Kinky is just a name. # 23:19 @janie_blooms2 Hmm, so you think of "being kinky" as something inborn? # 23:59 @janie_blooms2 I wasn't born kinky either, though I may have been born with a fetish. I think of "kinky" as a word to find like-minded folks # 00:48 @sroxy Nice to know I'm not the only Trek kinkster out there! XD # 00:53 @sroxy But Orion girls are hot! bit.ly/76H9B # 00:55 @sroxy Don't worry, I'll just stand here in the corner and watch. And hand you hyposprays for @ButchtasticKyle when you need them. ;) # 00:59 @sroxy I'm also sure Kirk's chair has a vibrate function. With all those buttons, it has to be *somewhere*... # 01:03 @Akelaa Agh! #
You may have gotten a linking of how much I like skinny guys (ok, mostly skinny guys.) But I also love the idea of breaking down the door of a subculture when the price of admission is having legs that look too small for your body.