Saturday, November 20, 2010

FAT FAT FAT FAT SEX

37. FAT FAT FAT FAT SEX:

'I can't control what I eat' he tells his therapist the day after he encourages a struggling dieter to 'enjoy the meal' and then he says 'in the end she was looking at me as though I'd raped her' and the possibilities herein for slutty behavior in the fat community (otherwise known as the 'refuse heap') are endless - jokes about oral fixations ('would you like to eat my hot dog') jokes about 'sauces' and 'drippings' elegant meals which require 'consent' and 'mastication fantasies' and things wherein the body is most easily violated by the mouth and there's always a very certain richness about things which comes through as we wallow in the despoliations of eating - grease fat toppings and all that - and the gleeful chewing and attentive dining of fixated and oh-so-carefully dining people for supplanting sex is a food-faddist's delight and the less you can get the more you cover it with eating which translates the sex-urge the squirm of semen-collecting into instead some shitty fatty noisy farty sloppy slimy debris 'what a whopper PLOPPED on us!' and all down the highways of some weirdly sexually-complicit America are one after the other after another places to EAT - food dine drink slobber stuff - every sort of mouth-stuff existent can be found and second only to the laughing vibration of good-old crazy sex is America sated by good-old crazy food FOOD food one stop after another stop after another WORLD without END amen!!