The Destiny of Big Women Erotic Poetry
Beth Ditto
A hero in the Fat Acceptance movement, Bevin Branlandingham of Femme Cast told LezStyle;
“in Beth Ditto…I saw an out, queer fat femme owning her sexuality and hotness and never apologizing for it. Seeing someone else do it who was younger than me only inspired me to hurry up and get through my fat shame and start making something of myself. As she’s gotten more media exposure, I’ve seen Beth challenge notions of ‘cute’, ‘pretty’ and ‘fashionable’ in really hysterical ways. She’s a brave and ama
Fat Girls' Destiny Poem
As plus size women; long lost have we to the masses of razor-thin women with fake breasts for pornographic dominance, it is so good to see us marching back, out from the rear we parade.
Apparently, we are the up and coming Erotica, “fat femme’s” favorite style, and not just a mere queers' poster child.
Centuries since have passed when plumpness and fat rolls ruled the plains, many of us left to wonder, what comes next in the righteous age of a fool's fool domain?
Though now it appears again to the heart, with our sexual rights renewed, what are fat women supposed to except, since all their lives they been ridiculed?
Why now is our deep cleavage longed for and sold?
Perhaps it was foretold, that the rolls of our fleshy folds, match that of long lost treasure, like lost ships full of gold.
Not all of us fat femme's subjects are gay, though like them we too have sat here in wait. There are the countless sexually-frustrated, straight married women, barely making it day to day.
But..., ever since thin mint whores bedded the ashes of spiteful hate, we fat asses, will rise above them now to taste the cake.
To all those who doubted us, and to all those who love to hate, To all those who have loved to love us, know this now before it's late, the sisterhood of us, Fat femmes' and big butt women with all our mighty bite in place..., Don't take to kindly towards irrational behavior, dimwitted name calling, and wanna-be fakes.
So scoot on over you lifeless beauties, for it's our time to take center stage.
Not only do our lush wet kisses, taste like saltwater taffy, the warm rolls that make up our plump, pink, bodies has secretly become his new, desired candy.
In remembrance of vaginal flowers' swollen with pollen, even fat girls need to be plucked and pruned.
Now my weary, thinly drawn sisters, daughters of Lilith and Eve. If you don't like what's on the table, about to be offered, it is too damn late.
Your big fat ass sister is back, join us in friendship or kiss our fat, but on top is where we intend to keep.
