
Thanksgiving is perhaps my most favorite holiday. There’s no presents, no decorations, just ridiculous amounts of food, lots of family and reflection on life’s blessings. Among the many things I am thankful for this year, one is particularly pertinent to this blog: I am grateful to have good friends who are gainer/encouragers.
I’ve dedicated two whole posts to the subject of romantic relationships, but I don’t want to lose sight of one of the most important relationships we can have—a simple friendship. Having good gainer/encourager friends is a big reason why I am the person I am today. Those relationships have helped me to accept what I like and what I want to be and see this whole kink as something that is a very real part of me.
It’s wonderful to be friends with people who “get” this side of you. Guys you can joke with about grandma’s feeder tendencies. Guys you can commiserate with about a bad meetup with an overzealous encourager. Guys you can talk freely with about… well… anything. And of course guys you can chow down with when the feeling’s right.
So in addition to the many things for which I must give thanks this year, I give thanks for the opportunity to befriend so many wonderful guys who share this interest in gaining, encouraging and all things belly.
In lieu of a post about the subject, I figured I’d try something different. I took the characters from perhaps one of the best known TV shows about a group of friends who openly talk about sex and sexuality, and re-tooled it a bit. If you haven’t seen the show, this may not make sense for you, but hopefully it’s fun regardless.
So without further ado, I give you a scene from HBO’s latest hit:
GAINER SEX AND THE CITY
Scene 1: CARY, MIRO, CHARLIE and SAM are sitting around a table at their favorite café, the Squat and Gobble.
CARY: So, Miro, how was your date last night?
MIRO: Awful. He was a watcher.
CHARLIE: A watcher?
MIRO: Yeah, you know, one of those guys who just watches you eat. He takes me to this hip new restaurant on the Lower East Side, called Fed, and then sits in silence for over an hour while I eat a ten course meal. I mean what is happening to the quality of encouragers in this city?
CHARLIE: Well maybe he was just shy? I get shy sometimes.
SAM: Shy or not, the man’s a watcher. You need a doer.
I’ve dedicated two whole posts to the subject of romantic relationships, but I don’t want to lose sight of one of the most important relationships we can have—a simple friendship. Having good gainer/encourager friends is a big reason why I am the person I am today. Those relationships have helped me to accept what I like and what I want to be and see this whole kink as something that is a very real part of me.
It’s wonderful to be friends with people who “get” this side of you. Guys you can joke with about grandma’s feeder tendencies. Guys you can commiserate with about a bad meetup with an overzealous encourager. Guys you can talk freely with about… well… anything. And of course guys you can chow down with when the feeling’s right.
So in addition to the many things for which I must give thanks this year, I give thanks for the opportunity to befriend so many wonderful guys who share this interest in gaining, encouraging and all things belly.
In lieu of a post about the subject, I figured I’d try something different. I took the characters from perhaps one of the best known TV shows about a group of friends who openly talk about sex and sexuality, and re-tooled it a bit. If you haven’t seen the show, this may not make sense for you, but hopefully it’s fun regardless.
So without further ado, I give you a scene from HBO’s latest hit:
GAINER SEX AND THE CITY
Scene 1: CARY, MIRO, CHARLIE and SAM are sitting around a table at their favorite café, the Squat and Gobble.
CARY: So, Miro, how was your date last night?
MIRO: Awful. He was a watcher.
CHARLIE: A watcher?
MIRO: Yeah, you know, one of those guys who just watches you eat. He takes me to this hip new restaurant on the Lower East Side, called Fed, and then sits in silence for over an hour while I eat a ten course meal. I mean what is happening to the quality of encouragers in this city?
CHARLIE: Well maybe he was just shy? I get shy sometimes.
SAM: Shy or not, the man’s a watcher. You need a doer.
MIRO: Thank you! Hello! I want a guy who knows how to say the right things. Call me a romantic, but I want a guy who will lean in close, put his lips to my ear and whisper about how he’s gonna make every button on my shirt pop off. Is that so much to ask?
CARY: I don’t have a problem with a watcher, but what’s with this rash of overzealous encouragers? I mean, it’s a date, not a farm feed.
CARY: I don’t have a problem with a watcher, but what’s with this rash of overzealous encouragers? I mean, it’s a date, not a farm feed.
SAM: You shoulda seen New York in the early 80s. Now that was a farm feed!
CARY: It’s not like we’re in our twenties anymore and can just gorge on pizza every night and not wake up at 3 AM with stomach pains.
MIRO: Yes, I need a guy who’s attuned to my needs, and if he can’t handle that, he can just stuff it!
SAM: Or send him my way and I’ll stuff him.
CARY: Enough with the stuffing!
CHARLIE: And is it too much to ask for a gainer who can commit to putting on 100 pounds for me? Is that really so hard?
CARY: But you’ve got Trey! Sure he’s a civilian, but he loves you.
CHARLIE: What if love isn’t enough?
CARY: wait, are you thinking about leaving him? I mean, you managed to find a perfectly normal guy who’s willing to commit. That’s huge!
CHARLIE: Yeah, but he’s not. And that’s the problem! He eats like a hummingbird. I want a Hoover.
MIRO: Just make sure your Hoover can do hardwood floors too.
CARY: Well Charlie, maybe you should gain a little. It might help you attract the right guy.
CHARLIE: I’m a WASP, Cary. A WASP. WASPs don’t gain weight!
MIRO: Someone should tell the Clintons.
CARY: You know, in some cultures, skinny is considered handsome.
SAM: And you’re looking at me while you’re saying that?
CARY: Of course not, I just mean. Look, you’re not very big and you work it like no one else I know.
MIRO: Believe me, getting bigger isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. When you're a teenager, you see gainers in all the magazines and on TV and all you wanna do is grow up so you can grow a huge belly. Then you hit 350 and all you wanna do is be able to fit in an airplane seat.
SAM: Yeah and you can forget about joining the mile high club these days. There’s barely enough room for me in those bathrooms now, let alone a big gainer and a plate of food.
CHARLIE: They don’t even serve real food anymore!
SAM: Exactly. I mean what am I supposed to do, feed him Terra Blue potato chips? I’m getting too damn old for this stuff.
CARY: We all are. I thought I’d found “the one” and wouldn’t have to deal with all this anymore. But now Big is gone and it’s like I’m adrift.
SAM: Oh honey, forget about Big. We’re gonna get you back out there and you’re gonna find Big-ger.
MIRO: Or better yet, Big-est!
CHARLIE: They’re right. Someday you’ll meet your dream gainer and move in together and together you’ll grow bigger than either of you ever imagined.
CARY: Yeah, yeah, and live in a rent-controlled duplex on Central Park West just above a 24-hour buffet. Listen, I’ve heard this fairytale before. It worked for gainer/encourager princes in the middle ages, not regular New Yorkers in the 21st century.
SAM: Have you thought about switching up your method?
CARY: My method?
SAM: Yeah, you know, attract a different type of gainer. Funnel feeding is very popular right now.
CARY: And here I thought it was Gossip Girl.
CHARLIE: [worried] I think what Sam is trying to say is that you’ll meet your Prince Charming.
SAM: Screw Prince Charming, I’m trying to say she’s needs to switch it up if she wants to meet Prince Swelling.
CARY: Yeah and when I find him, is he gonna be ready to commit?
SAM: Commitment, shmommipment. You just need a funnel and a carton of Cozy Shack.
MIRO: I think I read that on a Hallmark card once.
CHARLIE: Sam!
SAM: What, are you scandalized?
CARY: Oh Charlie thinks force-feeding is taboo.
MIRO: The only thing that gets fed on Charlie’s dates is his insecurities.
SAM: Charlie, you don’t like to feed?
CHARLIE: It’s gross! I mean, I love guys who can eat, but I’m just not a feeder. It’s not in my blood. I’m from Connecticut!
SAM: They don’t have feeders in Connecticut? No wonder Lieberman went crazy.
CARY: [voiceover] In that moment, I was glad my friends were supporting me, but I realized this thing was deeper than just losing Big. I was in the throes of an existential crisis. One that not even the sight of this season's butter-rub turkey and stuffing could lift me out of.
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