MediumHadronCollider:
I'm really anti-smoking as I suffered from asthma quite badly as a child and people doing stuff that might hurt their lungs practically freaks me out, but even I can see the hedonism of someone saying 'I don't care what's "bad for me" I'm going to enjoy it whatever the risk"
Were my father still alive, he could deeply relate: his parents’ smoking had him with asthma as a child so severe that he had to be hospitalized with a tracheotomy. (That’s the family legend. I have made no attempt to fact check whether that’s even possible, much less likely, in terms of cause and effect.)
Years of family skirmishes between my father and his mother regarding her ongoing chain smoking and whether it could happen in his (as an adult) house or whether he’d visit her, etc. Watched this grandmother, a favorite person of mine and former amazonian woman who was in some silent movies (never a leading character) waste away to a small shriveled being surviving on oxygen tanks, and still smoking ’til near the very end.
I absolutely totally support anyone’s choice to smoke whatever they want whenever they want. I just don’t want to be an intimate part of any such person’s life—too triggering, and the smoke messes with me too (in a far milder way).
So now we get to the point of this post. First love ever, early 1980s, college. This was over a decade before i ever heard of NAAFA and had zero idea that anyone else on the planet was legit attracted to fat women. C started out average build. I soon discovered she smoked. We were deeply into each other, but it was a deal-breaker for me.
She said she was orally fixated and was concerned what would happen when she quit. Because we were still both at university, i promised that if she quit, i would deliver kisses to keep her mouth busy any possible time of day or night that i could manage. This happened: she quit smoking, i delivered kisses (not the Hershey’s kind).
I know you’d all like to read that she blew up to enormous proportions, but that’s not what happened. What did happen is that we lived together for a number of years and not all that long after graduating she got a job at a local bakery. She absolutely fattened, more or less symmetrically all over—but not blowing up. BBW, not SSBBW. Still, from average-slender, that was delightful—especially with neither of us knowing a thing about fat appreciation/love/lust.
In terms of the controversial topics in this thread, i’ll not drag that out further. I was trained as an electrical engineer, though life and my choices have had me doing more technician stuff than actual engineering. My perspective closely matches that of fatchance. I appreciate his posts in this thread, and reading those of others of you who had something actually meaningful to share.
