[M4F] Theory: thicker women have filthier minds

I had started to write: I say this as someone who has, to begin with, always been more attracted to women who are thick, chubby, plus-size, fat—pick your adjective. (Zaftig might be my favorite.) But I wonder, is that right? Does this notion I have, that thicker-than-average women have dirtier-than-average minds, or tend to, come from my having been drawn to those women and getting to know enough of them well enough to be able to make that generalization? Or is it that, more than anything else, I find perversion really hot, and at some point I recognized bigger women are typically bigger pervs and developed a preference? It's difficult to say. Probably a bit of column A, bit of B.

Anyway—I do think it's true. And it's not just a matter of being more perverted, though that's certainly part of it. It's also about the depth and, for lack of a better word, creativity of their perversion. The thing of having kinks, fantasies, wild ideas, etc. that are unusually interesting or surprising...

How to account for it? Maybe shitty cultural messaging about body stuff is so intense and pervasive, and the echo chamber of young-male peer pressure so confining, men start out with the idea they should exclusively be attracted to skinny girls, that something's wrong with them if they're not, regardless of how they really feel, so young women who aren't skinny get left on the proverbial shelf early on. Maybe this makes for a kind of incubation period: instead of coming of age sexually getting fumbled over unimaginatively in back seats and frat houses, they have to use their imaginations, in the privacy of their fantasies or online, writing stories or playing sticky-fingered pretend with strangers who know how to use their words. They have time to get to know what they really like, to delve deeper into erotic possibilities, think of things that would never occur to someone who gets swept up into following the normal scripts right away. And maybe coming of age any which way at size more-than-zero in a world that's as fatphobic as this one generally means having to muster a kind of self-assurance and do an amount of figuring things out that translates, where sex is concerned, into knowing what you really want and not settling for anything less exciting.

I don't know. I could be wrong, about any of this, or all of it. This could all be a pretext to get cool strangers with thick thighs and filthy minds to message me. (And, really, would that be so wrong?) But I think I'm on to something here.