Hi. I'm Eric and this is my blog about my gaining journey. I am a gay man in my early twenties and…well, I'll tell you why I'm here.
The desire to be so hasn't always been in me, but ever since I was a little kid, I've had fantasies about getting fat. When I was a preteen, I daydreamed about having a son who I force-fed all the time, and his toy truck was on the menu. I also frequently put a basketball in my shirt to look fatter. The direct-to-video Scooby-Doo revival movies, especially The Witch's Ghost, had me spellbound by including scenes where Scooby and Shaggy devoured a risible number of calories in a scene or two. When I hit puberty, the Holy Trinity of types of men with which I was preoccupied were buff, tall, and/or fat.
And, as hinted at in the blog's title, I already met one of those yardsticks. When I was a toddler, my pediatrician predicted my adult height to be between 6' 4" and 6' 7". I needed a special desk in elementary school and by the time I graduated, they basically said, "That's the tallest we can make it. Live with it." My final height was beyond the projected range by one inch.
My preoccupation deepened in my teen years. I spent much of my free time going onto search engines for images of anything having to do with fat, buffed and/or tall men. (I think fat women are ugly, but my romantic interest in women has waned and now vanished—what can I say?)
A guy who likes fat but agrees with health officials on the world's "obesity problem" is, to quote Robin Williams, "like an Amish hacker"—but don't think my thinking wasn't at all influenced by the news. When I was 13, I watched the entire first season of Garfield & Friends on DVD. The first segment of the third episode, "Nighty Nightmare," caused me to place Jim Davis on my liberal antidote to Bernard Goldberg's conservative book 100 People Who Are Screwing Up America.
But what really got me going—what really put me under the media's spell for a little more than two years—was Steven Greenstreet's documentary Killer at Large (2008). It single-handedly turned me into a rabid health official-in-the-making. I would have made a great poster boy for the WHO and other health organizations; I even held a poll on Facebook to see what, by popular opinion, was worse, this or the Holocaust.
I now regret that most of all, for more reasons than one. Not only may it seem insensitive to Jews (and other subgroups), but now I realize that the media are obviously controlled by interest groups, among them health officials. My main quarrel with this is that it's probably been years since we've seen a news flash or article that does not mirror my viewpoint from 2011-13.
On May 10, 2013, I discovered this blog: fatboydiet.tumblr.com, which finally caused me to give in. I was introduced to all of the "gaining" literature and sites on the Internet, met some [people whom I thought were] friends, and decided to lead a "highly caloric, sedentary, and food-centric" life.
But I have to take care of some things first (they will soon be disclosed). So until the time comes for some serious gaining, I will analyze Marilyn Wann's landmark fat acceptance book, FAT!SO?: Because You Don't Have to Apologize for Your Size, in a weekly series.
And welcome to my blog.
