Also, I love that after a certain point of stuffedness I get winded much more easily. Just the walk back to my car from Cici's after a really good pizza bender leaves me panting and sweating a bit.

Also there's the lovely bit about how my bloated belly always tags the steering wheel when I lever myself into the driver's seat. That sudden jolt of pain is...it's very nice.

I must say, I'd be very interested in spending a few days in a more straight oriented "Gainer House", or at least one that acknowledges a mixture of Straight/Gay couples.

I love hugs. Hugs are very nice.

Dude, that's some badass art there.

He's got awesome taste in media (books, music, movies, tv). It would appear we have a great many shared interest. *Bazinga, "Winter is Coming"*

85% or so through Stephen King's "Tower Aligned" novels. Reading Insomnia right now.

But, honestly, can I be said to be bragging if what I say is the truth.

*brushes shoulders off*

I love stuffing to the point that it hurts a bit to breath. That's the "golden threshold" in my book. I'll occasionally push past it a little, but not by much.