THE PERVERTS OF WILLENDORF
Years ago at a BDSM club meeting, a new person asked the person next to him, "How long does this usually last?"
The answer was, "Until the Fat Lady sings."
The new person looked around and then asked, "Which one?"
"All of them," came the response.
And at that the new person gave a small cry of anguish and said, "Oh God! We'll never get out of here!"
BDSM folk tend to be people of size. Oh hell! We're fat! One time about a month before Donna and I took over what became the Slosh, a person in the lounge we were meeting at at the time was overheard asking, "Who are all these fat people hugging each other?"
We like to hug too.
So we like to hug and we like to eat. We really really like to eat. In fact most of our groups are dedicated to that--eating. Between the munch groups and the dinner meetings, it is possible for a dedicated BDSMer in a large city to eat out four or five times in a week! And a moment on the lips, forever on the hips as the saying goes.
Now you would think that play would take care of some of that problem. But it is only the tops who really get the exercise. The bottoms don't move very much. In fact most of the time they are not able to. So while the bottom may burn up a few calories it is nothing compared to the workout a top may be getting. This is why you find really skinny tops with really round bottoms. The Herr und Frau Sprat phenomenon truly abounds in our lifestyle. And let us be honest, a serious impact bottom is going to be better off with some meat on her rear. There is less danger of hitting the bones.
So yeah, we're fat. And we're funny looking. And we have real trouble with too many people trying to get into elevators at times. And sometimes furniture breaks under us (there is a reason why play spaces have heavy-duty chairs, they have heavy-duty people sitting in them).
We are people of appetite, all manner of appetite and yes, that is going to put some pounds on us, but at least when we die it will not be of boredom or having lived a life so worried about every little pleasure that we never got to enjoy the years we had.