The Fed Poets Society

I figured after two weeks of rather heavy subject matter (pardon the pun), it was time for something a bit… lighter (argh, it’s a pun minefield!) And so I give you gainer/encourager haikus.

The way I see it, Haikus are like the original Twitter. It’s a form of expression that forces the writer to quit being so overly-verbose, and cut an idea down to a (preferably beautiful) 17-syllable thought. It’s also a wonderful format for humor.

I’ve posted a few of mine here, but I welcome y’all to post your own in the comments section. Be uplifting, cynical, funny, sad, silly—whatever you please (just keep it civil). Typical haikus use a 5-7-5 syllable breakdown, but plenty of people break that rule, so feel free to be creative.


Age ten, in my room,
Watching sumo and padding,
This is normal, right?

The sexy fat man,
His belly’s divine, but he
Orders Diet Coke.

Dear airline coach seats,
You are too small for my butt.
Please eat more. Love, Jed.

Beefyfrat dot com,
Hot guys you have so many,
Why will you not load?

Bellybuilders thread,
Smart discussion is so cool,
Wait. It fell apart.

Eat more food he says,
And so I eat til it hurts,
Then barf on his shoes.

NBC you suck
For making Biggest Loser,
Thanks for 30 Rock.

Overzealous guy,
Please don’t IM me so much,
My belly’s still fine.

Old Bellybuilders,

Updates were like Christmas morn’,
But with more boners.

This guy's profile says:
“Partnered - We’re MONOGAMOUS!”
So why the dick pics?

The first time I saw,
That scene from the Santa Clause,
I knew God loved me.

Place the camera low,
Arch your back and puff out big,
Fake it til you make it.

And (thanks to a recommendation by a friend) I condensed my second blog post into a single haiku, so here we have a 17-syllable version of “When Is a Gainer Not a Gainer?”:

It’s all in your head,
Gain or lose you are still you,
You kinky bastard.

The Power Dichotomy

I’ve had a few people ask me to write about why we’re into this kink on the blog.

I’ve resisted exploring the “why” partly because I don’t think it’s an important question (and partly because I have no freakin idea). The main reason we—as human beings—want to know the root cause of something is so that we can fix it, but nothing here needs to be fixed.

There is nothing to be gained from knowing why we have this kink—whether it was because the doctor who delivered you was eating a doughnut or just a complete misreading of Willie Wonka as a child doesn’t really matter.

Perhaps its better we have some mystery about why we’re into gaining, encouraging and bellies.

But there is an intriguing theory that closely relates to the “why”: Despite a wide range of tastes and desires within our community, underlying all of our interests in gaining and encouraging is a single concept, lurking in our subconscious.

That concept is power (and hamburgers… OK, so there are two concepts).

The intimate link between power and sexuality is not unique to gainers and encouragers, but it’s interesting for us to think about nonetheless.

What is perhaps most intriguing to me is the idea of a dichotomy of power: How the desire for power and the desire for vulnerability both seem to co-exist, quite peacefully, within our little community. Even more fascinating is how they appear to co-exist, oftentimes, within a single person.

THE POWER/VULNERABILITY THEORY

It may not be conscious, but it seems like all of us are drawn to gaining, encouraging and belly loving because of power.

But there are two sides to that coin.

The first is the expression of raw power: This is masculinity at its most extreme. This is the side that might revel in the large man with the greedy appetite; the guy who takes what he wants; the guy who grows his belly and his status at the same time. Guys who prefer this side of the coin may enjoy the idea of a man who is not only in control of himself, but possibly even the people around him. Perhaps people step out of his way on the street and smaller guys feel intimidated by his size and strength.

On the other side of the coin we have a lack of power—otherwise known as vulnerability. Here we also have growth and size too, but a completely opposing underlying idea. This side might revel in the guy who is force-fed; the guy who is fattened by someone else; the guy who is completely out of control and can’t stop eating. This side of the coin might prefer the idea of a guy becoming immobile or even get off on him becoming less healthy and functional.

(These examples are meant to give context and in no way are intended to be an exhaustive list of the kinds of things people might like that fall into these two buckets).

Power and vulnerability sure sound like two totally opposing ideas, and yet, somehow, they seem to exist, side-by-side, in relative harmony in our community.

I think part of that is because while the underlying motivation is so different, the external process is the same. We can talk about the same kinds of things—eating, growing and loving big bellies—while being motivated by two different ideas. We can look at the same picture and admire it just the same—but imagine two completely different paths and reasons for getting there.

Gaining is, after all, an idea (or perhaps, two ideas).

And yet it’s not just within the community that these two opposing connotations of power exist. While it seems like most in this community would have a preference for one side of the power coin or the other, it also appears that both ideas could co-exist in many of us.

Which can be confusing to say the least.

For me, I feel like the powerful side of the coin is a bigger part of my sexuality, and yet there’s still a part of me that is allured by the vulnerability piece. A number of my friends have indicated similar “bi-curious” tendencies in this department.


FINDING BALANCE

I remember the first time I came across this blog by a guy who was renouncing gaining (http://fantasyaddicts.onlineaddicts.org/). At first I thought it was silly and melodramatic—I mean, an anti-gainer twelve-step program? Isn’t that just Jenny Craig?—but as I read what he wrote, I came to realize that he was truly conflicted.

I’d always thought of gaining as an empowering thing. To me it was an expression of control over our bodies, of asserting our desires and of becoming the kind of men we’d always admired. But I’d never thought of it as something that could be altogether different. I hadn’t consciously thought about the other side of that power coin.

For this guy, it appeared to me, gaining was that vulnerable side of the coin in its most extreme form. For him, to be a gainer was to be completely out of control, to be powerless to his “addiction,” which is, presumably, to grow incredibly fat. There could be no assertive middle ground for him, specifically because his attraction was so strong and so extreme.

It’s truly unfortunate that his extreme desires would cause him enough anguish that he would want to abandon them cold turkey (he appears to have relapsed several times, indicating that he may never truly be able to kick them entirely).

It’s an extreme response, but chances are, if he’s feeling that way, others might have similar thoughts.

It seems like those of us who favor the assertive, powerful side of the coin are in a slightly easier position than those who favor vulnerability. Men are expected to be masculine and powerful in our society. Social norms tell us we should take control of our lives and be stewards of our own fates. And it’s in our human nature to not want to relinquish control completely.

And yet for so many of us, relinquishing that control is exciting. It can be the reason we’re drawn to gaining. It can simultaneously turn us on and terrify us at the same time.

Walking that fine line can be difficult. And for those who find it most vexing (such as our blogger friend), it can be reason enough to try to leave it behind. But it shouldn’t have to be.

For those who find themselves on that line, it’s important to think about the motivations behind your desires. There’s no one right way to be a gainer and so it’s important that you be both true to your desires (which may be, say, to become immobile) and true to yourself (which may mean needing to remain mobile) at the same time.

Obviously this kind of thing requires careful thought and an appropriate dose of compromise. But it should never be cause for total abandonment of this interest that also brings us joy and satisfaction.

Understanding that which motivates us and meditating on our conflicting desires can help us to understand who we are as people and lead to making better decisions about whether to gain, maintain or lose.

Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Gainer Sex*

(*But Were Afraid to Ask)

Gainers don’t like to talk about sex.

I’m not sure what it is, but when you look on the forums on bellybuilders or dissect the conversations at Expansion or at any gainer bar night or luncheon, sex is a topic rarely touched on.

I can’t quite say why this is.

I mean, we’re all sexual beings—and we are connected by something that is sexual at its core. And yet sexual tastes tend to go undiscussed among gainer/encourager friends.

That gap became even more clear to me a few weeks back, when I was chatting with a longtime gainer friend who confided in me that his sexuality wasn’t quite like mine.

I was intrigued, so I asked him to elaborate.

“I just don’t like typical sex,” he said. “Anal and oral sex don’t do anything for me.”

His comment took me by surprise.

I had come to accept that most guys who share this interest aren’t all that into “normative” sex. It’s certainly never been terribly central to my desires. So for the first time in our friendship, we talked about sex, sexuality and kink.

But that conversation got me thinking—how much do we collectively know about our community’s sexual tastes? How prevalent is normative, anal sex among gainers and encouragers? Is it weird to be a gainer/encourager and not be into f*cking?

BUT… SEX?

My own personal experience has always led me to believe that we gainers and encouragers are wired a little differently than our bear, chub or twink counterparts.

When I chat with guys from bear sites or other non-gainer sites, the conversation quickly navigates to a few key questions: “Are you a top or a bottom?” “How big is your dick?” “Wanna know how big mine is?”

But when I chat with guys from the gainer sites, the questions usually go something more like: “How big is your belly?” “Do you plan on getting bigger?” “How much weight would look hot on me?”

Cross-referencing that with my own personal preferences, I’d always assumed that gainers were just less into normative anal sex than other gay guys.

But I figured it would be worth further exploration.

So again I turned to Bellybuilders to poll the community and find out if my soft observations would be backed up by hard data (I know this is very un-scientific, but it’s the closest we have to actual polling). With more than 200 responses, the community appeared to be split right down the middle.

Forty percent said they either liked, loved or were obsessed with anal sex.

Forty percent said they didn’t care for, disliked or hated it.

Twenty percent were indifferent.

So what does all that mean? Well primarily, it tells us that when it comes to anal sex, gainers and encouragers feel pretty “meh.”

Certainly there are those who love it (about 14 percent said that anal sex turned them on most or all of the time). And only one in 10 were in the same boat as my friend—absolutely hating even the idea of it.

But overall, 60 percent of the respondents felt anal sex was either OK, not so great, or just plain terrible. That means almost 2/3 of all gainers are at best apathetic about, if not outright turned off by, anal sex.

There are certainly plenty of non-gainer gay men who also don’t care for anal sex, but it’s the sheer imbalance of these numbers in our community that make them so profound.

And yet that imbalance makes sense. If all we wanted was typical anal sex with heavier guys, we’d be chubs and chasers. But we want something different.

For some of us that can be as simple and gratifying as a belly rub. For others it may need to involve role play about gaining weight or actually packing on a few (or a lot). Still others may be turned on by bringing food and feeding into the equation, or liquids to bloat.

Many of our fantasies can play out in real life without the need for anal sex. It doesn’t mean we don’t do it (and there’s certainly a solid portion of our community that does enjoy it); it just means that many of us can have gratifying sex lives without engaging in anal sex.

THE ANAL SEX DEFICIT

So why does any of this matter?

It matters because as gay men, we’re told by society (and other gay men) that we should like anal sex. It’s certainly true that anal sex can be a deeply intimate and satisfying experience, but we live in a world where many have come to consider it the only “real” sex we can have.

If you’re reading this, you’ve probably come to the realization on some level that society telling us what to like and not like is utter crap.

And yet having desires that stray so far from the mainstream can feel lonely at times. It’s one thing to like heavier dudes or think a belly is sexy. It’s something completely different to feel apathy or distaste for what is considered by many to be the holy grail of male same-sex relations.

It’s certainly something that can throw a major wrench into dating civilians, who are more likely to want regular anal sex to feel physically satisfied. If your partner wants to f*ck more often and you don’t, that can be a problem.

Of my gainer friends who’ve encountered this anal sex deficit in their civilian relationships, most have opted to become open in order to help their partners find the kind of sex they want. Several have ended their relationships in part because they felt they couldn’t satisfy their partner’s needs. Some have managed to find a happy compromise for both parties.

If you’re going to date a civilian (or even another gainer/encourager for that matter), it’s important to discuss your sexual tastes with them. Just saying that you like bellies or enjoy the idea of guys getting fatter isn’t enough.

We need to communicate what we actually like—and don’t like—between the sheets.

Be honest and forthright at the outset: There’s a good chance they’ll feel the same as you, and if they don’t, you’ll need to communicate that and find solutions.

At the end of the day, it’s important to remember that what makes us different doesn’t need to make us feel lonely.

For those who feel indifference or even distaste for anal sex, the message is clear: You’re not alone, not by a long shot. And for those who like it or love it: Ditto for you.

The important thing is to have fun and be safe.

As Woody Allen says: “Sex between two people is a beautiful thing… Between five is fantastic!”

Risky Business

A lot of people have a problem with the idea of gaining—or even simply glorifying the big and the beautiful.

Being fat, they say, is unhealthy and increases your risk for serious illness—diabetes and heart disease usually top the list.

Studies have shown that it is possible for one to be overweight—even obese—and still maintain a healthy metabolic profile. The opposite is also true (to be slim and have a poor metabolic profile). Yet no matter how healthy a larger person can be, data is now showing us that they will face an increased risk of health problems in the longer term as a result of their excess weight.

A recent study in Sweden indicates that as fatter people get older, their risk for heart disease becomes somewhere around 50% higher than their thin counterparts with the same metabolic profile (I propose one way to mitigate this increased risk at the end of this entry).

Much more research needs to be done, but the evidence available is clearly telling us that no matter how much fat people exercise and eat well, the simple fact that they are heavier places them in a higher risk group for late-in-life health problems.

But does that mean gainers or people who endorse the “big is sexy” mantra are somehow killing themselves or their partners?

Should elevated risk deter us from pursing something that makes us happy?


THE TROUBLE WITH RISK

The human race as a whole has a tricky relationship with risk.

We’ve spent millennia working to create systems and technologies that will reduce our risk of death or injury—ranging from the seatbelt of today to the time the first caveman put some rocks around his fire to keep his feet from getting burnt.

And yet at the same time, we revel in it. We make heroes out of the great risk-takers (explorers, warriors, astronauts). We are excited and inspired by risk, even if we are simultaneously terrified by it.

But no matter how much we try to prevent it, risk is all around. Simply living is to take risks.

Getting into a car is perhaps one of the riskiest things a young American could do. And yet every day, most of us do it without thinking twice.

A recent study by the American Heart Association found that watching TV (or sitting in front of a computer), increases the risk of heart attack or stroke by a staggering 80%, regardless of weight. And yet somehow I doubt any Americans are ready give up their Dancing with the Stars over that finding (I certainly won't be giving up my 30 Rock).

We try to live our lives with as many insurance policies as possible. Traditionally those policies were a spouse, children and close family connections. Later it became money, and most recently—as life-spans have lengthened—it’s come to include good health.

But the deep dark truth about life is that it’s short. It ends. Nobody gets out alive.

In other words: Shit happens.

We can calculate risk and avoid that which is not palatable but we can’t avoid living.


LIVE LONG AND PROSPER

I’d like to think that I’m a health-conscious big guy.

I weigh 360 pounds (yeah, those last 10 pounds just kinda crept up on me). I do cardio two or three times a week and live in New York City (sans car), where I probably walk a few miles every day.

Just to maintain at this size takes a lot of food. So I try to eat good stuff (you know, veggies) and avoid the bad stuff (like trans fats; too much sodium).

I’ll explore how to gain or maintain in a healthy way in another blog post, but I wanted to explain that I’m not simply sitting around on a couch all day stuffing my face with pie (as pleasing as that thought may be).

And yet despite all my efforts, I know that I’m still a 360-pound guy. No matter how much cardio I do or veggies I eat, my weight takes a certain toll on my body and I’m sure that it increases the risk that I may get sick or even die earlier than I would if I lost weight and kept it off.

Does that mean I’m killing myself?

No more than someone who drives everyday is killing themselves. Or someone who drinks a moderate amount of alcohol. Or watches TV.

Plenty of activities (and genetic factors) can elevate our risks for dying. But we can’t avoid all of them—and especially not the ones that contribute to our sense of well-being and happiness.
I want to live a long life, but I’d also like to live a happy one. Most importantly, I’d like to live one on my own terms. If you want to eat whey everyday and run 16 miles so you can live to 100, that’s great for you. That’s just not my idea of “living.”

I like to eat. I like to be big. So I’m finding a way to accommodate those needs with the right dose of precaution to live as long and happily as possible. If my vital signs ever start turning south, putting my health in serious jeopardy, I have no qualms about losing some of the weight to bring my risk back to an acceptable level.

But in general, I’m not going to stop myself from being who I want to be or doing what I want to do, simply because it might marginally elevate my risk of dying someday. Many things I love elevate that risk. That’s part of being alive.

I work in a field that requires a lot of travel (and living) in the developing world. When I lived in Nairobi it was considered the second-most dangerous city in the world. Crime is ubiquitous. Car accidents abound. And there’s countless untreatable diseases lurking about.

And then there's the simple stress of it all.

But even if my line of work means I have a higher chance of dying slightly younger, it won’t stop me from doing it. It’s what I love. Yes a nice safe accounting job in a cubicle in Sacramento might reduce my risk, but it wouldn’t give me the satisfaction and joy I get from what I do.

That’s a risk I’m willing to accept.


HOW MUCH RISK CAN YOU ACCEPT?

Does that mean that everyone should gain? Not necessarily. If you have reservations, take the time to explore them honestly. See a doctor and evaluate your risk (or potential risk) for health problems. Compare that against the other risk factors in your life.

Nobody should gain if they aren’t comfortable with the ramifications (see-sawing back and forth between gaining and losing is probably the least healthy thing you could do to your body).

When you’re deciding what to do—whether to gain, lose or maintain—just be sure to keep things in perspective; and always take the notion of “elevated risk” with a grain of salt.

Sometimes, life demands a little risk.

Now if you’re still hooked on the numbers thing and looking for some way to improve your long-term outcomes, you may want to check out a recent study by the New England Research Institute in Massachusetts: They found that regular sex (twice a week or more) reduced by 50% the chance of a heart attack in adult men—again, regardless of weight.

Sure beats an apple a day.

When Life Gives You Flakes...

I still remember the first time I was completely flaked on. I was 18, just finishing up my freshman year of college and visiting my family in San Francisco (and weighing in around 200 pounds). I had known this guy “Davey” online for a while and finally decided to meet him in person.

We agreed to meet in front of his apartment on Market St. and I arrived promptly, all bright eyed and bushy… err… bellied. I called his cell phone and he picked up. “I just ran down the street to get groceries,” he told me. “I’m walking back to my apartment right now. Oh is that you in front of my building? I see you now!”

Click.

I looked around, but didn’t see any sign of my portly liaison. So I waited. And waited. “Maybe he stopped somewhere else? Or I just missed him?” I reasoned. So I called, and his phone rang. And rang.

After about 20 minutes, I got the picture. I had just experienced my first (and admittedly most callous) flake. I later found out I was only one of many guys to have the same experience with Davey the Sociopath.

In the seven years since then, I’ve encountered my share of flakes here and there. None quite as malicious as Davey. Sometimes it’s the guy who continually sets up plans only to cancel the day before (or hour before) every time. Other times it’s the guy who just refuses to pick up his phone after making plans. And then there’s the guy who’s always too busy to commit to a time and place for meeting.

It’s easy to get caught up in the negative. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve lamented to friends about how flaky the gainer community can be. And yet my good experiences have vastly outweighed the bad ones—which is why I’m still here and still meeting new people.

But it all begs the question: are gainers/encouragers really more flaky than the average person? And if so, why?


WHAT MAKES A FLAKE A FLAKE

It’s important to first define what it is we’re talking about. Certainly there are different types of flakes: Just like we have Murder 1, Murder 2 and Manslaughter, so there are also degrees of flaking.

Picture a spectrum, on which all flaky guys exist. At one end of the spectrum we have malice (the actual desire to hurt or annoy) and at the other end we have apathy (generally not caring about the impact of one’s actions on others).

The most extreme end is embodied by people like Davey—guys who seem to get a perverse satisfaction at wasting your time and energy. Their crimes are pre-meditated and altogether sociopathic. Fortunately for all of us, the extreme, malicious flake is incredibly rare.

Around the middle of the spectrum (the Flake 2’s if you will) we have guys who display a sort of malicious negligence. They typically fall into one of two types: The first type is horny, and sees setting up plans as a way to keep you engaged online until they can get off—then once they’ve reached climax, have no more need for pesky commitments. The second is those who are not yet ready to meet up in person, but haven’t found a way to articulate that. So they make plans in a spontaneous an act of bravery, but eventually come to realize that they aren’t ready to meet in the flesh and cancel.

At the apathetic end of the spectrum (those guilty of Flake-slaughter or perhaps Man-flake?), there’s a bit of a mixed bag: Guys who are just now evolving from lurker status or for whom flakiness is an embedded personality trait—who are just as likely to forget about their plans to meet you as they are with their “real world” friends.

But outside that spectrum there’s another group, one that often get’s lumped into flaking, but really doesn’t belong. The he’s-just-not-that-into-you category.

The truth about our community is that, like any gay sub-community, people are generally interested in meeting guys they are at least somewhat attracted to. There’s always exceptions, but on the whole, it’s pretty reliable fact.

I’m way past my “first thirty pounds” and so I don’t really expect guys who are attracted to the first-thirty crowd to want to meet me. Some still might, but they are certainly an exception.

Sometimes that guy you think of as a flake, just isn’t all that into you and doesn’t know how (or care) to tell you that directly. So he waffles, he makes excuses and sometimes he just ignores you. Is it polite? No. Is it honest? Not really. But it’s a fact we have to face.

All of these people have one thing in common—they shouldn’t matter to you. When you realize a guy is turning out to be a flake (or just isn’t interested in you and doesn’t know how to say it), shut it down. Move on. It’s not worth it to waste one more second engaging or even chastising him. If he’s going to change, he’ll do it on his own terms.

Sometimes, we just need to call a spade a spade, and get on with things.

You deserve better than to be treated like that. And you will find better. There are countless other guys who will be into you and will actually want to set up plans to meet. Focus your time and energy on them.

So back to that question posed at the beginning:


ARE GAINERS/ENCOURAGERS INHERENTLY FLAKY?

The truth is, the world is a flaky place. Unless there’s serious emotional (e.g. family, close friends) or financial incentives, people can be quite unreliable—especially when dealing with relative strangers.

And yet I can’t help but think that gainers are flakier than your average person.

I’d argue that has much to do with our own inner gainer shame. I started exploring that idea in “This is Not a Man” in regards to the objectification of guys online. The more shame a person feels over his interest in gaining/encouraging, the more likely he’ll be to make stupid mistakes and treat other guys online as less than human.

I don’t think I need to say very much about gainer shame, because it’s certainly something every single one of us has gone through, or is still going through.

Ours is an interest that defies the mainstream. Let’s face it: it’s weird, it’s different and it’s a little bit freaky (in the “get your freak on” sense, not the “Freaky Friday” sense). So it can be hard to accept and not feel some residual shame over.

Add to that the fact that many of us are straddling multiple identities—how many gainer encouragers out there are also active in the mainstream gay community, or have civilian boyfriends?—and you’ve got a recipe for denial, self-loathing and all-around flakery.

And yet despite all the gainer shame out there, and the presence of persistent flakes, somehow our community thrives and expands. It’s hard not to be optimistic when you look at the trend of so many groups of gainer/encourager friends sprouting up all over the country; so many guys who are meeting and engaging with their local brethren.

Sure there are plenty of lurkers out there and the occasional guy who seems to be going out of his way to make it as difficult as possible to meet for a beer. But today’s lurkers become tomorrow’s out-and-proud gainers/encouragers. And the majority of guys with profiles online are actually interested in meeting.

Maybe they don’t want to meet right now and maybe not with you. And that’s OK. As the saying goes, “You can’t have everything all the time.” If this one guy doesn’t want to meet you, you’ll find someone else who will. And he’ll be awesome.

There’s an abundance of quality guys out there—men worth getting to know, befriending and maybe even dating. Don’t let a few lousy flakes keep you from meeting them.


HOLIDAY BREAK

I’m going to be taking a three-week break from this blog. Partly because it’s the holidays and I’ll be spending time with family and friends, but also because writing a column every week for the last few months, in addition to a full time job and other mentally-intensive things (watching episodes of Arrested Development on Hulu counts, right?) is a little exhausting and my brain needs some rest.

So I’ll be back in the new year with new posts, starting the second week of January. Until then, happy holidays everyone. And a prosperous, fattening and flake-free new years. And don't forget: When life gives you flakes, make a snowman.

Gainers are from Mars, Encouragers are from Venus

A good deal of time and energy goes into figuring out who we are and where we fit in within the gainer/encourager world.

Am I a gainer? An encourager? Or some kind of bi-curious mix?

And yet it seems like that choice is false. It’s as if someone once said that there were two opposing and complementary identities—gainer and encourager—and that word became gospel.

At first glance it makes sense. In the mainstream gay world, most people fall under top or bottom, with a marginal grey area for those who are truly versatile. The vast majority of the chub-chaser community identifies as one or the other, while only a small margin proclaim the overlapping identity, chub4chub.

Every top wants to find his bottom. And every chaser yearns for his chub.

But does that dual-identity paradigm really hold up for our community? Or are these distinct and diametrically-opposed sides just an artificial way to divide the community?

Or to put it another way:


IS THERE REALLY A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN GAINERS AND ENCOURAGERS?

Ever the fan of having data to back up my hypotheses, I did a (rather non-scientific) poll on the bellybuilders messageboard. The results were pretty clear: 2 out of 3 guys who responded said they liked the idea both of gaining weight on themselves and encouraging someone else. About 20 percent claimed to be strictly into encouraging and only 9 percent said they liked gaining themselves and not encouraging others.

So what does all that mean?

Well this data would hardly hold up against Gallup, but it’s a sliver of insight into a question that somewhat affects the very foundation of our community. It shows that the entire gainer/encourager paradigm—in which each role could be seen as a separate but complementary identity, with only marginal overlap—doesn’t hold up.

As someone on the messageboard put it: If our community were a venn diagram, the guys who are both gainers and encouragers would be like a big belly in the middle, with small love handles on the sides, representing those who only like one.

This differs a lot from the community to which we are most often compared: that of chubs and chasers.

In the chub-chaser community there are two distinct identities that directly reflect a person’s physical state and preference. They are in many ways opposing and complementary.

I used biggercity profiles as a reasonable barometer and found that more than 90 percent of all guys on that site chose to identify as either chub or chaser. Less than 10 percent identify as the overlapping identity, chub4chub.

Unlike chubs and chasers, the vast majority of guys into gaining/encouraging actually like both sides of the coin. We may not act on both at any given time for various reasons, but the idea, the urge, the fantasy is there. And that’s pretty unique.

This isn’t to say that liking either gaining or encouraging exclusively is wrong, it’s just to say that defaulting to this single-identity system as we’ve done in the past may be a mistake. If two thirds of the guys in this scene are both gainers AND encouragers at heart, then those people are not marginal—they are, in fact, the status quo.

So if we’re not a community with diametrically opposed “sides,” then what are we?


WE ARE A COMMUNITY OF IDEAS

It probably won’t come as any surprise to readers of this blog what I propose. It’s an idea I explored in my earlier post “When is a Gainer not a Gainer,” but it’s a topic so ripe that it demands further exploration.

At its core, gaining and encouraging is really an idea.

Those of us with this interest like an attitude that’s into growth and a mentality that revels in gluttony and the manliness of unabashed consumption. This idea can take many forms, embody many shapes and physical features and occur in myriad fantasies. But it doesn’t need to prescribe to any one “role.”

And I think that gets to the root of the “pick a side” conundrum detailed above. That is to say, we shouldn’t feel the need to pick a side.

For me, it’s enough to know that I’m into the idea of gaining/encouraging and leave it at that. In a lot of ways, that reflects the prevailing attitude toward being gay.

Being gay doesn’t imply any action. You can sit on your couch and be gay. You can work on your car and be gay. You can do anything you damn well please, and still safely consider yourself gay. You don’t stop being gay whenever you aren’t having sex with a man.

You can be a top or a bottom or into bellies and be gay. There is no right role in being gay, there is just being.

At the end of the day, shouldn’t being a gainer/encourager be more like that? Shouldn’t we have an identity that simply says “I’m into this,” full stop?

Gaining and encouraging are temporal experiences. We are not only gainers when we gain weight and we’re not just encouragers when we are encouraging someone else. Many of us wear both hats at different points and time, so why should we have to choose?

Maybe it’s time to create new labels that more effectively convey that nuance. If it is, I for one have no idea where we’d start. Perhaps it’s enough to keep the labels we have and simply be more aware of their evolving meanings and clear overlaps.

Regardless of whether we change the terms, it’s important to remember that there’s no dire need to pick a side. Some guys are simply more comfortable identifying as encouragers. A select few only want to hold the gainer moniker. But for the vast majority of us, that grey area in the middle is home. It’s ambiguous and can be fluid throughout our lives, but that’s not a bad thing.

It’s good to know that gainers and encouragers are not from different planets. In the end, we are more alike than we are different. And that’s pretty cool.

Coming Out of the Pantry

I’ve often joked with friends that coming out as a gainer is like a second coming out. In a way, it really is.

And yet, it’s fundamentally different from coming out as gay. Whereas telling your friends and family you’re into guys is really about the traits of the people you love and will partner with, telling someone you’re into gaining is an intimate peek into what gets you off. In that way it’s more like disclosing that you’re a top or a bottom, or into rough play.

Not exactly subject matter for dear mom and dad.

And yet it feels like this kink is something we should be letting more people in on. If it’s a big enough part of our lives (and our potential partners' lives), it’s something we should share. But with who? And to what degree?

Most of us have come to terms with coming out of the closet as gay or bi, but is there a right way—and I use this phrase half-jokingly—to come out of the pantry?


TWO KINDS OF COMING OUT

There are really two ways to come out as a gainer/encourager. The first is a “hard” coming out—telling the whole kinky story—and the second is a sort of “soft” coming out—explaining it more in terms of the traits of your ideal partner (or ideal self).

When you’re ready to do the deed, there’s a pretty simple way to figure out who gets a soft explanation and who gets a hard one.

Who are the people you normally discuss your sex life with? Are they your straight friends? Just your gay friends? Only your best friend? Any friend with whom you’d normally disclose intimate sexual information is someone you should feel comfortable telling about your interest in all this. Of course it goes without saying that if you have a civilian partner, he should get the full story too.

For those you decide to tell, tell everything. Be open and honest. At best they’ll think it’s funny. At worst they’ll think it’s weird. Either way, you’ll find relief in not having to censor yourself around the friends (or boyfriend) with whom you normally discuss sex.

For anyone with whom you wouldn’t share intimate details about your sexuality, there’s the soft coming out.

It shouldn’t come as any surprise that I’m a big advocate for honesty—being true to oneself is probably the underscoring theme of this blog. But certain subjects in life demand modesty as well. And that’s not a bad thing, it’s just life.

You’re not going to tell mom that you’re a bottom, or that you like giving head or that there’s a certain spot on your ear that when licked can make your leg twitch uncontrollably. At least I hope you wouldn’t tell your mom that.

But mom should probably know the basics—the issues of taste, as opposed to raw sex, that similarly define coming out as gay.


LETTING PEOPLE KNOW (WITHOUT LETTING THEM KNOW)

There are plenty of ways to let people in your life understand your general tastes in both men and your own body without disclosing your more prurient interests.

If you’re into big guys, let people know. There’s nothing weird about saying “I like bigger guys,” “I think guys with bellies are kinda cute,” or (in reference to a larger, sexy bloke) “he’s like an adorable teddy bear.” Be creative and have fun.

No one—except those who share this kink—will extrapolate those kinds of harmless comments about taste to reach the conclusion that, deep down, you want to watch men grow fatter or bury your face in a big belly. It may be a concern inside your own head, but I promise you, Nanna isn’t even reading the same book, let alone at risk of being on the same page as you.

They’re gonna meet your boyfriend(s) sooner or later and eventually they’ll put the pieces together that you are, in fact, attracted to bigger men. Get ahead of the story and liberate yourself in the process.

Now if you’re into growing yourself (or already are a big-bellied guy), then the soft coming out is all about signaling that you are very happy as a bigger man.

It’s important to acknowledge that for the vast majority of the planet, fatness is associated with being sad and lonely. When your friends or family see you getting fatter, they likely assume you’re having problems and when you stay fat, they assume you’re unhappy. This is not to be mean, it’s simply their mindset. If they were you, they’d be unhappy too.

So the onus is on you to completely and totally own your body. If you complain about diets not working or clothes not fitting to your non-gainer friends, stop it. If people comment about your weight, say things like, “I actually really like the way I look,” “I find I’m more confident as a bigger guy,” or even that classic standby: “I feel sexy.”

Again, nobody will automatically assume you must have some freaky gainer kink. They’ll simply begin to understand that you are happy and confident, and that’s all any friend wants for you (and if they don’t, you need new friends).

But it’s not just about your words. Owning your body is also about having a confident physical presence.

Stop wearing blousy shirts. Muumuu-esque outfits are for self-hating chubs, not confident gainers. Dressing in a tent sends a signal to the world that you’re ashamed of your body. Wear shirts that accentuate your curves. Find pants that do too.

Many guys have parts of them that they don’t like—you wish you had that rock-hard beergut but are stuck with pudgy love handles, or wish you were soft, flabby fat but stuck with a firm preggo belly. Do your best to ignore those. You need to own your entire body—even parts of it that you may not be 100 percent ecstatic about.

Perhaps the strongest signal you send to the world is through your posture.

Avoid the fatboy slouch. That’s when a bigger guy hunches forward so as to bring his head into alignment with the front of his belly/tits, creating the effect of slimness from his perspective (because when he looks down, he sees a straight line instead of a paunch). It fools no one. Instead, it just sends a message that you’re unconfident and uncomfortable with your body.

Straightening your spine while sitting and walking can completely change people’s perceptions of you. It says, “Don’t fuck with me, I’m confident and happy just as I am.” That’s a message that only good posture can convey.

At the end of the day, there is no “right” way to come out as a gainer/encourager/belly-lover. We each need to do it on our own terms.

But it’s helpful to remember that coming out of the pantry isn’t the same as coming out of the closet. You don’t need to tell everyone everything—and you shouldn’t have to. Even lifting just some of this off your shoulders can be immensely liberating.

The truth shall set us free. Or make us fat. Preferably both.