Dating as a polyamorous woman brings with it a lifetime's worth of misconceptions and jealousies.
Add a few extra layers of fat to that experience, and things can get depressing real fast.
Direct translations of our language always make me laugh, and by literally saying "your eyes fourteen", our elders are pre-warning us to be careful.
Our parents' and grandparents' favourite phrase to say to the offspring when they're going on a night out, going on holiday, going for a walk, going on a date, crossing the road, ANYTHING.
I have experienced sexual assault and trauma in my life.
A lot of fat women have -- the ACE scores study suggest that at least some cases of obesity are biologically related to childhood trauma -- but I don't need you to psychoanalyze me, to explain to me why I'm fat, or to try and "fix" me somehow. I got over guys who wanted to sleep with me but weren't willing to be seen in public with me a long time ago.
And don't invalidate my experiences as a fat woman.
There are some places, some days, when I just don't want to interact with certain people or try to make my body fit into the world.
If there's an attraction between us, you'll know it, and whatever desires that sparks, let's talk about them.
Don't just assume I'm all in because I'm sex-positive, fat, and sometimes femme.
Nothing says passion like the hand gestures of a Greek person. Did you know you could have a whole conversation with another Greek, just by using your facial expressions?