For me, it is both evidence of good living, and it is comforting in that I have a fear of being oafish and accidentally hurting her, so the cushioning is reassuring.

I am curvy for a man, and it took me until I was in my 30's to begin to love my man boobs and wide butt. My wife touches my softness in a way that makes me feel more manly, not less for my shape.

I used to weight 295, but I didn't like it. It felt like when girls grow out their bangs. I either needed to gain 50 pounds to or lose 50 pounds. I lost 50 (real life choices). I wasn't fat enough to fully identify as a fat guy, but not skinny at all. Know what I mean?

P.S. - I think would have happily gone up the 50 if I was older and more established, but I had goals.

I have lurked here for a long time, but finally feel like I have enough to say to be worth signing up. I am not looking for anything from anyone outside of sharing things I like.